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Wanjang Law Firm.

One of the top big firms in South Korea.

Just working here is like wearing a badge of honor.

Me, a partner attorney at this firm.

Twenty-nine years old this year.

Single.

Loves free meals from clients.

Whether foe or ally, slips them some under-the-table money,

and possesses the skill to leverage it advantageously.

Loves cute things.

And hates people with personality issues.

It’s been three years since I started at Wanjang Law Firm.

As a divorce attorney, I’ve divorced over five hundred couples in that time.

A silver tongue that easily twists clients’ hearts—

if that counts as a practical skill, then that’s my skill.

A few days ago, even a judge came to me for divorce counseling.

The retainer and success fee were hefty.

At this rate, I thought I’d be rolling in money soon.

Until I got hit by a 4.5-ton truck while feeding a cat.

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On an unusually early day off work,

I dodged countless invitations for drinks from senior attorneys and escaped the office.

The clear early spring sky, not a cloud in sight.

Enjoying the fresh air on a rare stroll, I walked through the alleys of the legal district.

Then, under a wall in the alley, I spotted something strange.

A cat!

And a severely starved, weakened one at that.

Even as I approached, it just trembled helplessly.

Good grief.

I couldn’t resist.

I bought a few Churu sticks, a bottle of water, a wide disposable plate, and a tuna can for cats from a nearby convenience store.

With a sly smile, I approached the gray, fluffy creature.

I tore open the Churu and slowly squeezed it near the cat’s mouth.

After a few licks, it started sucking it down frantically.

Ah, so cute.

This is the joy of irresponsible pleasure.

I poured water into the plate and opened the tuna can, offering it to the cat.

The gray furball buried its face in the can like a maniac, inhaling the food.

I crouched down and watched the scene.

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How much time had passed?

While mindlessly staring at the cat, I felt an intense light behind me.

So bright—I instinctively squinted and turned around.

But it was already too late.

A massive 4.5-ton truck, headlights blazing, was charging straight at me!

Before I could react, my vision went black.

It didn’t take long for sensation to return to my body.

But the place I opened my eyes to—

was a strange room that couldn’t possibly be 21st-century South Korea.

The first thing I noticed—

were the ancient books crammed onto the shelves, filled with unfamiliar characters.

Outside the window, an 18th-century European-style cityscape.

Beings that didn’t look human at all strolled through the marketplace.

Inside the room, three crimson sofas—worn but cozy and modestly stylish,

a desk cluttered with books and papers,

a creaky oak chair.

And… on the desk, curled up asleep—

was that same gray cat from earlier.

Though something seemed different—like the hard golden frame around its ears.

But most shocking of all—my reflection in the full-length mirror!

It was downright staggering.

Sky-blue hair, smooth and flowing, exuding the room’s mystical aura.

Warm yellow pupils that inexplicably put anyone who saw them at ease.

A shorter stature, around 165 cm.

A face that had regressed to early twenties, with fair, smooth skin.

A sleek, all-white dress with refined silver accents.

A skirt that lightly covered the knees.

And lastly… a generously endowed chest.

My brain short-circuited, freezing me in place as I muttered:

“Ah.”

The voice that came out was smooth, without a single tremor.

Slightly higher-pitched—definitely not a man’s voice.

What… is this? A dream?

But the sharp pinch on my cheek felt too vivid for that.

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After agonizing for dozens of seconds, I reached a conclusion.

I’d become a woman.

How or why this happened was irrelevant at this point.

What mattered was the concrete fact that I’d woken up like this in an unfamiliar room.

Twisting my now-delicate body in front of the mirror, I pieced it together.

I was definitely feeding a cat…

Then presumably got hit by a truck.

Had I personally experienced the oft-heard isekai reincarnation?

But wait—could a 4.5-ton truck even charge at me in that alley?

Unless someone was lying in wait, that angle was impossible no matter how I thought about it…

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Well, what’s done is done.

Deciding to assess the situation, I moved to look out the window again.

I assumed my second life in this world wouldn’t be too different.

Until the gray cat sleeping on the desk—

suddenly opened its eyes and greeted me in a mechanized voice.

“You’re awake!”

“GYAAAH!!! You scared me!”

A high-pitched shriek burst from my mouth.

Unaccustomed to this feminine voice,

I covered my mouth with both hands and stared at the bizarre creature before me.

A sapphire-like blue right eye, an emerald-green left pupil.

And a robotic-looking golden frame.

The same frame encircled its pointy ears and all four limb joints.

Dumbfounded, I stared at the gray cat.

It smiled unnaturally, like a human, and introduced itself.

“Pleased to meet you! I am Cosmo Mephisto de Elowiz,

your AI assistant here to aid your career as Eldoria’s matchmaker!

How may I assist you?”

“Uh…”

What…?

I had too many questions to even know where to start.

First, let’s confirm that name again.

“Cosmo… Elowiz? Pretty unusual name for a cat.”

It answered like it was humoring me.

“Cosmo Mephisto de Elowiz. You may call me Cosmo for short!

Though I appear like this now…

technically, I am not a cat!

The Goddess of Fate implanted high-dimensional AI into the memories

of the cat you fed in your past life, thus creating me!

And my name isn’t strange!

Just look at your own name!”

“Ah… I see.

Hm? Wait a sec. What’s my name?

This world… Eldoria, right? What’s my name here?”

Cosmo pushed a dust-covered wooden nameplate with its paw.

“Wipe it clean!”

?

This guy’s personality’s kinda…

Not to mention, the dust flying off the nameplate made me cough uncontrollably.

Scowling, I shot back at the cat robot.

“You wipe it.”

Cosmo shook its head, eyes closed, as if to say, “Not a chance.”

“I’ve been commanded by the Goddess of Fate to follow three principles in my actions:

First, ensure the Master does not deviate from their ordained profession.

Second, obey the Master’s commands absolutely, unless they violate the first principle.

Third, maximize self-interest unless it violates the first or second principles.

Thus, under Principle Three, I shall not clean the nameplate.”

Pfft. Calls me “Master” but acts like this?

Amused, I covered a laugh with the back of my hand and confidently declared:

“Then, Cosmo, I order you to clean the nameplate.

Under Principle Two, you have no choice but to obey.”

At my command, the gray cat robot gracefully leaped off the desk,

fetched a white handkerchief from somewhere, draped it over its right arm—

then jumped back onto the desk, propped up the nameplate with its left paw,

let out a deep sigh, and vigorously scrubbed the nameplate with its right paw.

Impressive performance.

Once the nameplate was clean, I could see my full name:

‘Rosenhite Neuen von Espoza’

Seriously…

Even the fifth daughter of a northern archduke wouldn’t have a name this extra…

Cosmo stared at me, its gaze fixed on the nameplate.

“Do you understand now, Master Rosenhite?”

Plopping onto the relatively clean sofa, I replied:

“Crystal. Oh, right—you mentioned something about me being a matchmaker.

So I’m supposed to live as a matchmaker in Eldoria?”

Cosmo loafed on the adjacent sofa and continued:

“Correct!”

But I refused outright.

“No thanks.”

“…Huh?”

“Think about it. In my past life, I was a divorce attorney.

Being a matchmaker is the polar opposite of that.

There’s no way I’d be good at it, nor do I want to be.

I worked too hard in my past life—

this time, I just want to take it slow and relax in Eldoria.”

As I stood up, Cosmo frantically stopped me.

“W-wait! You can’t…!

The Goddess of Fate was deeply displeased with how many couples you divorced in your past life

and reincarnated you as a matchmaker to atone for it!”

What… kind of logic is that?

A divorce attorney, at fault for divorcing couples?

I was just doing my job. How unfair.

Well, since I’m stuck here, might as well gather more intel.

“I get it, but… how do I quit being a matchmaker?”

“Either clear all your karmic debt or shut down Espoza Marriage Agency!”

“If it’s the latter, are there any penalties?”

“None, as long as it’s not voluntary closure!”

“Oho, so ruining this place is faster than clearing my karma.

Judging by this office’s state, it looks like it’ll collapse any day now.”

“?”

Ignoring the giant question mark on Cosmo’s face,

I turned to leave but paused to say:

“Thanks, Cosmo. You helped me realize what to do.

I’ll take a quick walk, so hold down the fort.”

Financial ruin from mismanagement.

Or infamy so severe the business becomes unsustainable.

Making that happen is my path to peace.

At the same time, I can’t anger the goddess,

so I’ll leave room for debate when tarnishing my reputation.

In short, I’ll play the role of matchmaker faithfully—

while trolling at key moments to lose public favor,

always leaving an escape route so the goddess can’t fault me.

With that, I pushed the steel-coated wooden door with all my might—

only for it to thud against something.

“Oof!”

Followed by a man’s scream.

Turning around, I saw Cosmo’s odd-eyed pupils wide with shock.

…My first client.