Chapter 1: Prolog

A large garden filled with beautiful blooming flowers.

Amidst the subtle fragrance of flowers in the spring-filled garden, my gaze was captivated by the brilliant scene before my eyes.

Children, dressed in cute frilly dresses, gathered around a table, chatting merrily.

“Oh my, isn’t that pendant perhaps from Marquise Artega’s limited brand?”

“Hohoho, did you recognize it? My father gave it to me as a birthday present.”

Among them, what caught my eye was that child, showing off her accessories at the center of the children.

The first thing I saw was her golden eyes.

They weren’t merely amber.

A golden light, as if boiling like lava, flowed across her irises, and a darker amber swirled around her pupils.

Her pristine, flawless skin shimmered subtly whenever it caught the light, appearing to be the product of noble lineage and meticulous self-care.

But what stood out the most was her hair.

Her deep, smooth, jet-black hair was meticulously coiled into a perfect spiral, truly resembling a drill.

‘She’s still young, so it’s an incomplete drill rather than long hair, but this much is splendid. Indeed.’

Watching the drill-like hair sway with every turn of her head, I felt a deep sense of satisfaction, but was soon overcome by bewilderment.

Golden eyes.

Black hair.

And perfectly coiled drill hair.

Only one character met all these conditions.

A character from my younger sister’s novel.

The villainess, Isellia Saluut.

The moment that thought crossed my mind, I immediately understood.

This entire scene I was witnessing was a dream.

“Excuse me! Lady Isellia!”

At my shout, the children’s gazes focused on me.

I felt as if my voice had risen, but since it was a dream, I didn’t care much.

If it was a dream anyway, it was only right to do what I wanted to do.

“Hmm… you’re Sir Sennet, right? From the Viscount Windsor family… Anyway, what is it?”

Isellia, who had shown a surprised expression for a moment, soon spoke with a composed look.

The name that came out of her mouth was completely unfamiliar.

In other words, it was definitely a dream.

“Excuse me, but may I pull it?”

“Pull it?”

Isellia looked down at the pendant around her neck.

Perhaps it was just my imagination, but a look of perplexity crossed her face.

“Are you saying you’ll carelessly lay hands on Lady Isellia’s belongings right now?”

“How dare someone from a mere viscount family…”

Before Isellia could add another word, the surrounding children showed fierce reactions, each in their own way.

Their sharp glares were enough to send shivers down my spine.

“Everyone, I’m fine.

It seems Sir Sennet finds this pendant intriguing.”

Isellia, having calmed the surrounding children, turned her body to face me.

“I will grant you special permission just for today, Sir Sennet.”

“Thank you!”

Stepping down from the chair, I approached Isellia under the children’s watchful glares.

My lengthened bangs obscured my vision, which was inconvenient, but it wasn’t a major problem.

Passing three children and reaching Isellia’s front, I couldn’t help but inwardly admire her appearance up close, but then slowly leaned forward and extended my right hand.

Isellia alternately looked at the pendant and my right hand with a slightly worried expression.

And as my right hand drew closer to her, her expression twisted into bewilderment.

Finally, my right hand reached its destination.

“Eh…?”

It carefully grasped the tip of her beautifully coiled, incomplete drill hair.

— *Pull~*

pulled it downwards, and then let go.

— *Boing~*

“Wow.”

A feeling completely different from the texture I had expected spontaneously elicited my admiration.

Unlike typical curly hair, it felt smooth to the touch, yet similar to pulling on a coil.

“The elasticity is insane.”

So this is what it feels like to pull it in real life?

I’d always been curious, and now I get to do it, even if it’s just in a dream.

But for a dream, it feels a bit too vivid, doesn’t it?

“…Sennet Windsor.”

“Yes?”

“Get out of my house.

Now.”

‘Is this not a dream?’