CHAPTER 1

So, in conclusion.

I transmigrated.

Not into a novel, not a cartoon, but a fairy tale.

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Transmigration. It's a cliché story that rolls around the street.

A supporting character or an extra heroine who wins over the male protagonist, or catches another handsome fish and falls in love.

However, there would usually be a bad omen related to this kind of thing, wouldn’t there?

Suicide, accidental death, or a car accident.

It's a minor detail, but the world of Romance Fantasy is harsh. There had to have been a dramatic element that transpired.

I stared blankly into the room with my sleepy head. Well, I’m not sure where I am, but it's certainly not my room.

The last thing that I remember was falling asleep in my own bed. The only things I did wrong were the habit of saying, “Please don’t let the manager come out tomorrow,” and wishing to blow up the company.

What could it be?

If you want to go back home like a regular Romance Fantasy hero, let's proceed with the story! You said, Heuk, I'm screwed! How do I survive?

Yeah, let's avoid the male lead! I didn't say the same thing. Why are you doing this to me while we all know each other? What kind of world do we live in nowadays? Does everyone get possessed at least once in their life or go through a time-skip?

So, I just blinked a few times in my groggy state, turned my head calmly and looked around the room.

A red-gold velvet canopy surrounding the bed and gold colored tapestry. At a first glance a fireplace with a burning scent and expensive rosewood furniture. A satin blanket that's held at the fingertips and gently wrapped around gently.

As I said earlier, it is not my room. Nor did I have a stalker rich enough to kidnap me. I am an ordinary small citizen, who woke up in this luxurious place.

If I had not been aware of it, a handsome man with black hair and red eyes would have come in and greeted me by now. And I'd be on the lockdown route right away.

I blinked my eyes still. First of all, I'm not a baby, so I'll reject reincarnation. Then, possessed? Or switching bodies?

When I lowered my head slightly, the hair mixed with blue and silver slid down. After pulling a handful of that hair, I concluded that I possessed someone’s body.

My head was in a state of brittleness because I was using electromagnetic waves in front of the computer. However, the silky hair, which is now in my hands, is showing signs of a lot of money invested into it.

I always read only in print, but now I feel a little puzzled to face the world of nobility like this. When I stretched out my hand, they were very delicate. The calluses on my fingers from tapping on the keyboard in the office had disappeared.

Well, I was possessed. So this is a novel? I'm sure it's a novel I've read. Oh, it's been a while since I read a web novel. What kind of novels do I have?

I touched my new body here and there with a vague mind. At first glance, she seems to be a typical noble girl. I wonder what she looks like.

Thoughts were immediately linked to actions. I was about to get up and walk to the mirror. The thick oak door slammed open and the blonde girl murmured in.

She was dressed dirty enough to contrast the splendid and luxurious room, and had a broom in his hand. Maid? No, more than that.

The material of the clothes looked good, but it was so old that I wondered how to manage it, and she tied her hair well and used a hair towel, but the hair towel also lost its original color and stood out.

Above all, there was soot all over her body. It seemed that she had come in to clean up, but if she was in that condition, the room would rather get dirty.

As soon as the girl entered, she crumpled her face and pointed a finger at me.

"Hey, why don't you get up early? The sun is high and you're still procrastinating!! Can't you see I'm here to clean up?"

I was momentarily struck by the ridiculous insults I heard from a child who appeared to be a maid. The place I'm lying down now, the clothes I'm wearing. A well-organized body. Judging from these I am a noble.

But if a maid like that points at me and yells at me, the original aristocrat will naturally run amok and tell me to hit her very hard.

By the way, that girl looks very familiar with this job. It was a natural understatement. There was not even a slight tremor from rebelling against her master.

I can't pinpoint what it is, but it smells like money. She was a child with a distinct look who was taken care of. If I worked as a maid at such a young age, of course I would be in need of a house. And most of all...

How can you be so pretty when your body is covered with soot?!

Yeah, she really was.

The girl was covered in black ashes all over her body, but she was shining brightly.

I don't know if it's really the girl's honey blonde color that reflects light or if it's self-luminous in her pretty appearance.

Her hair is shiny and her hands do not look as if they belong to a maid who always does chores. Besides, she was really pretty even with ash on her face.

I applied it slightly, but it wasn't really weird, I applied it like a "beautiful girl." It's the touch of a top makeup artist. She's not a doll, but why is she so pretty?

I was a little confused. Are you sure you're a maid?

But I can't ask her what her name is in this situation. I possessed someone, I can’t advertise that fact. So, it's not good to be frozen for so long.

What should I do?

Fortunately, someone rushed through the open door while I was frozen. She was a maidservant with an impression of warmth. A middle-aged woman with the smell of milk. She, who met all the requirements of a nanny, looked at me and bowed lightly.

"Good morning. Lady Anastasia. And Lady Cinderella? I have reminded you every single day to be careful with the door. Did you knock?"

"Hmm. I have to clean up! And, I already told you that I am a princess, not a lady!"

"Yes, Yes, Princess Lira. But you can't barge in like this. A modest lady always knocks. I heard that the prince likes a nice lady."

What's this conversation? She's definitely scolding her, but she's not scolding her. I looked at the maid, who was smiling mischievously with an absurd expression.

Are you saying you're going to scold me now. Besides, princess? That's defamation of the royal family!

The blonde girl called Cinderella turned her head and looked at me. The girl's blue jewel eyes turned sharp.

"Why are you spacing out again? My sister......"

As the girl hesitated, she gave her a smile on the side and gave her a slight whisper.

"Whizna."

"That's right! The second daughter of the Marquis of Whizna should be elegant in the morning!"

The girl laughed with satisfaction, quite proud of what I said. The nanny who saw it looked cute, so she had a look of confusion on her face not knowing what to do..

Hey there. It looks like I'm older than you, but you're just passing by without pointing out that you were calling me by that kid?

I sighed and sorted out the information that came in.

So, my name is Anastasia, And my family name is Whizna. The title is Marquis, that girl is my younger sister, and her name is Cinderella.

Judging from the title of Marquis and the interior of the room, it was a fairly prestigious family. And now I have the right and the duty to educate my spoiled sister.

However, seeing that you must have been very soft, I must have treated her very softly. It's not because I'm annoyed by being called "hey" by a little blue eyed girl. It's just a quick adaptation to the possessed body.

After I finished thinking about it, I smiled a little and woke up. My vision is low, maybe a little smaller than my original height. I walked over to the girl, naturally looking for the gown over the white negligee.

"Right, Cinderella. Hello, good morning. Did you sleep well? Well, but as the maid said, it's rude to just break into your sister's room like this. You have to behave with dignity."

Smiling and stroking the girl's head, the child crumpled her face and slapped my hand. This kid... I had an irk in my forehead for a moment, but I managed to keep a smile on my face.

Once I get used to this body to a certain extent, I have to educate this little girl named Cinderella. I don't know what novel this is, but is she the heroine? I don't think I'll be the main character. Cinderella is not a novel…

But at that moment, a thought passed through my head.

Wait. Cinderella?

Usually, the possessed person enters the book he/she has read. Cinderella, of course I've read it. It's a fairy tale that I liked a lot when I was young.

I was memorizing all the characters' names. It has been in effect so far. Cinderella. The meaning of the name is ash. She has blonde hair, and is always covered with soot.

And the name of Cinderella's second sister is Anastasia.

A puzzle thrown by Cinderella and her nanny was slowly drawing a picture in my head. I struggled with the urge to mess up the pieces of the puzzle that fit together. No, that's not it.

Possessed a character in a fairy tale. This is a bit disconcerting. Fairy tales have their own routes. Villain's dead. The main character lived happily ever after.

And now I'm the villain. Hahahaha.

I desperately grabbed the fast-paced death flag. No, wait a second. This is a little weird.

I stepped back for a moment and sat back on the bed. The nameless nanny and Cinderella were looking at me anxiously. The nanny asked me carefully.

"Excuse me, Lady? Is everything all right?"

"....No, wait a minute. I'm a little dizzy because I've heard a loud noise since this morning."

It's noisy and my head hurts, so take me out. I don't know if my Romance Fantasy experience is old. I don't know if her career is as old as her middle age, but she understood at once and bowed her head lightly.

"I'm sorry, my lady. All right, Lady Cinderella. You shouldn't interrupt your sister's morning time, Right?"

"Eh, do we have to leave already?"

"I'll give you chocolate pudding."

"...Two plates."

"Yes, by all means."

Tak. The door closed and silence came. As I looked at the black marks from the child's footsteps, I was lost in thought.

So this is a fairy tale?

"......Hmm?"

No, I don't think so. No. Not a fairy tale, but another novel. Another novel.

Cinderella is cheating. That's ridiculous. Cinderella in this story is a naughty girl.

There was no way that a nanny would take care of her like that. No, did Cinderella's nanny appear in fairy tales in the first place? And, Marquis? A noble family? Cinderella's father is a merchant, right?

…...Oh, wait a minute.

In the first place, Cinderella's family is a layman and her father is a merchant. How can a prince, no. He's the crown prince because he's the king.

Is she going to marry the crown prince and become the crown princess? The Crown Princess is the position that will become the mother of the country in the future, and is a position chosen after careful consideration among the nobles.

If the king has no power, the nobles will fight and send the Lady away. By the way, he's marrying a girl he met for a day at the ball? Also with a commoner?

That sounds unreasonable. But what makes this possible is the presence of a stepmother. Fairy tale. No. I would describe it as a work of art.

In the work, the stepmother is described as 'a woman of good status'. Maybe my stepmother is a marquess. She must be a woman from a family of at least a count.

You can tell that she was married because she had two daughters, and there must have been no noble family to accept her after her breakup. So her family married her off to a good-natured and wealthy merchant. So that her daughter and granddaughter can live without worrying about money and live comfortably without worrying about her husband.

-Up to that point was TMI, which I built from my Romance Fantasy career.

Now, how does this make Cinderella able to marry a prince?

It is possible if the stepmother gets married and inherits her own family. Then she can live as an implicit head of her own family and save face as a noblewoman, Cinderella's father, who has a good personality, can simply live well being the boss.

If this happens, of course, Cinderella will have the status of a noble girl. You're at least a countess, so marrying a prince shouldn't be a problem.

And this situation... Ash is Cinderella and I am Anastasia. The two are sisters, I am the older sister. And, ash-covered Cinderella.

…...I think that's right.

My complexion turned blue in an instant. It seemed that there was a "Congratulatory Death Route" placard in front of me.

If it's a normal novel, even if it's really predictable, I'll at least follow the original. How can I proceed with the original here? You want me to marry that little girl to the prince? No, is there a fairy in the first place?

When my mentality was breaking down, I did not rip my hair out, but looked at my pale white arms. When I was in Korea, I couldn't say that my skin was good even with empty words. The arm in front of me now seemed to slap the model's cheek with the sole of her foot.

I slowly let go of my hair, and I got up and went to the mirror, amazed that not even a single hair was on my hand.

As a matter of fact, I'm a little nervous. When I look at my arms and legs, they are white, long and skinny. It is the body of a typical noble lady. In other words, it means thin and pretty. Her hair color was really pretty, too. a light Mediterranean sea. Blue-silver hair, like mixed with white sand on the coast, it is a color that cannot be extracted anywhere.

However, face is the problem. What's the point of having pretty hair color and good body shape. If she has a nice face...well.

There was a reason for my concern. Anastasia in the original was a face that cannot be said to be pretty no matter what.

Oh, DiXney. You should've made the villain a little bit prettier too. At least the stepmother, who played the villain, was charismatic. The supporting villains Drizella and Anastasia - Cinderella's two step-sisters - were drawn like extras 1 and 2 from the real cartoons.

It wasn't just a normal look, it was an ugly face. It was the face that was stepped on by Cinderella's pumpkin carriage.

While I was thinking, I reached the mirror. What if I'm ugly? The flower of regression is a pretty face. I can't help it even if I swear that I were a snob.

I have eyes, and I have good eyesight. I can differentiate between ugly and beautiful. I liked pretty things.

Besides, now I'm a noble! A pretty face benefits a noble woman in many ways. It's a bit bitter, but it's the reality of this era. No, it's not. I don't want to be pretty. I hope it's just a normal face!

I closed my eyes tightly and looked in the mirror, while feeling the pattern with my fingertips at the end of the mirror. Yeah, I'm ready. Come here!

"Huh…….."

By the way, who is that angel in the mirror?

In the mirror, she stared at me with wide, round eyes as if surprised. The grey-light blue eyes looked at me.

No, it's not just blue-gray. Her eyes, which had a slight emerald color, looked deep. I've never seen such a beautiful color gradient.

It was a color that could exist in this world, that color. How could the color called 'gray' shine like that?

Wavy hair poured down over the pure white negligee. It was a little messy because of the backlash after waking up, but it was also pretty.

Light blue and silver. I could see the color of the hair I saw earlier.

Light blue and silver. I could see the color of the hair I saw earlier.

And my face... This is really, I have nothing to say. It looks like an angel has descended. If a girl idol with this face came out when I was in Korea, I would have devoted my bank account to her right away.

Wow, sister. you're so pretty. Her face was still a little sparse, but she was still pretty. I think I'm around 16 years old. When I grow up later, I'm sure many men will cry. I think even any woman would cry if they saw this face. It looks like an angel has descended. If a girl idol with this face came out when I was in Korea, I would have devoted my bank account to her right away.

Wow, sister. you're so pretty. Her face was still a little sparse, but she was still pretty. I think I'm around 16 years old. When I grow up later, I'm sure many men will cry. I think even any woman would cry if they saw this face.

Ugh, I swallowed tears of emotion as I looked at this face that had become my face.

I'm much prettier than Cinderella! She's prettier than the heroine!

The death flag, well.

"........Maybe it will all work out somehow."