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Beatrix de Daria.

[To become a loyal subject of the empire under a false identity] She is one of the main heroines.

She is the heiress of the Countess of Daria in the Primula Kingdom and belongs to the Imperial Academy’s Knight Department, which is central to the novel.

Her first impression and appearance in the early part of the novel give off an air of confidence and a good-natured exemplary student vibe.

She shows a smooth social life and relationships, giving the impression that she will moderately carry on her family after graduation, but…

In many ways, she is a heroine with a lot of foreshadowing.

First of all, she likes alcohol to the point of suspicion.

She wanders through entertainment districts alone, drinking until she becomes highly intoxicated, and even lingers around gambling dens.

As a result, the protagonist, Karl Mayner, frequently encountered her while carrying out missions in the back alleys.

Eventually, she becomes the heroine who first learns that the protagonist is an intelligence agency agent.

“Sigh…”

She approached the mirror and let out a sigh.

Though she neatly combed it, her luxuriant black hair swayed restlessly.

The sensation of the hair on her shoulders and upper back, the weight of the two mounds rising above her chest… It reminded me once again that I had truly possessed the body of a heroine, a woman. And this sensation was so unfamiliar that even the act of approaching the mirror step by step felt unnatural.

As the mirror drew closer, Beatrix’s figure, which had only been seen in print and illustrations, came into view.

It was my face, but unrealistically beautiful.

Contrasting with jet-black hair, the snow-white skin, and the sharp blue eyes perched above the prominent nose captivated the gaze.

Even though I could look at the mirror all day long, I felt a sense of aversion deep inside.

The more I adapted to this appearance, the more it felt like the image and existence of the previous world’s me, ‘Park Jung-soo,’ would disappear.

Because of this unease, I couldn’t keep looking into my eyes in the mirror.

“Why did it have to be Beatrix… I would’ve preferred to be a saint…”

Muttering with a wry smile, I felt like I would go crazy if I didn’t say anything in such an unbelievable situation.

-That’s really sorry.

!!?

I was startled by the voice that filled the room.

“Who are you?”

-If you had left your preferences in the comments, I would have reflected them… but it’s too late now.

I remembered arguing with other readers and leaving a comment just before falling asleep.

If I were the heroine…

Ah…

And I remembered the author’s comment as well.

“Hey, what the hell are you doing?!”

-As I mentioned, I want help with the future development.

“What does that have to do with anything right now?!”

-Actually, I started the novel based on the psychological portrayal of heroines’ obsession, jealousy, and conflict.

-But as the serialization continued, it wasn’t easy to maintain the theme.

-Based on the comments you left, it seems like a theme you’re familiar with, so I’d like you to become the heroine and show it firsthand.

“What? You’re putting me into the novel for that reason? And in a woman’s body, too?”

My preferences may be twisted, but it’s strictly based on male instincts.

Obsession and jealousy are good. I like them… But I’m just an observer; I’ve never imagined being the woman involved.

-Yes, that’s the reason. But it’s an important task for me.

-Your actions, your words will determine the direction of the novel.

I felt a subtle madness flowing through the author’s nonchalant tone.

I was about to shout out loud, but a sudden thought made me close my mouth.

‘I’ve been possessed into the novel, and it’s nothing short of a god ruling over this novel. Can I go against their will?’

However, the difficult reality and anger suppressed that doubt.

“Sigh… Then why not possess the protagonist instead… Why am I the heroine and Beatrice?”

-I thought you, as a reader, would represent the character of the heroine that I originally intended. And…

The author’s decisive tone continued recklessly.

-The protagonist, Karl Mayner, has been taken care of by another reader.

I’m not the only one who’s been possessed…?

“So, you mean I’m not the only one possessed in this novel?”

-Yes. By now, you must be listening to the explanation. However, I do not know the fact that the reader has possessed Beatrice.

“Crazy bastard, telling me to get involved with a man? You should put a woman in the heroine’s body, why me!!”

-You don’t need to worry about that. The reader who possessed the protagonist is a female reader.

-She was a passionate fan of the novel and Carl Mayner. It was impressive to see her immerse herself in the novel by identifying with the author.

Another shock left me speechless. The author’s words continued.

-Please take advantage of each other’s needs from your previous lives! Men understand men’s hearts, and women understand women’s hearts, right?

-It’s truly madness.

To switch the genders of the protagonist and the heroine.

-So please don’t have any aversion and spend a lot of time with the protagonist as the heroine. Whatever feelings you harbor, whatever actions you take, it’s all very heterosexual, you see! Heh… hehehe…

The author’s calm voice ultimately couldn’t hide the wicked and perverted laughter.

“W… Wait!! There’s no way to go back?”

I hurriedly continued the conversation, as I hadn’t obtained the most important information yet.

-If you show actions suitable for the novel and achieve a satisfactory development to the conclusion! Then I will listen to your wishes.

“A satisfactory development and conclusion?? How can I understand that… What’s the standard for the conclusion?”

-Live the life of the heroine. Show the ideal image of the heroine that I envisioned when I first wrote. Show her as the embodiment of jealousy that has faded with time.

-That’s right. I’m sure you can do it!!! Ahhh I’m already looking forward to it.

-Good luck. Beatrice de Dalia.

Even though I only heard the voice, it felt like a huge mouth was tearing open and laughing.

“No, don’t go!! Give me more hints and tell me what to do!!!”

I shouted like a madman, staring into the empty space.

However, what returned was my sweet voice… It was only Beatrice’s voice.

*

Thud-

My legs gave out and I collapsed. The negligee I was wearing fluttered against the air resistance.

The sensation of the wind brushing between my legs to the inside was unfamiliar. But my mind was too complicated to pay attention to such things.

‘What should I do now..’

My brain, which had been idle since the day of the college entrance exam, started working.

Is this a survival instinct?

To overcome the reality I faced, countless thoughts raced through my mind in a short period of time. Options, future prospects, things I needed to do.

“The most important thing is to grasp this moment.”

For now, I became Beatrice Dallia.

It’s absurd, but it actually happened.

Then…

“Who?”

Me, Beatrice Dallia.

“When?”

I don’t know that.

Whether it’s a time frame I haven’t read, or if it’s in the middle of the novel, or even before the novel’s timeline.

“Where?”

Inside this damn novel.

Judging by the elegant room design and the framed pictures on the wall, it’s not a dormitory, it must be a mansion.

Could it be the Dallia family mansion?

“What?”

Possession…

No, I need to change my perspective according to this world.

Sitting quietly in the bedroom of the mansion, all I can do now is think.

From the darkness outside the window and the attire, it seems I was either asleep or about to go to bed.

“How?”

With an amazing face and figure.

Ahem! No, not like this…

By groping through the sights and memories of the novel’s content.

“Why?”

Because I want to return safely!! I can’t live alone in this place without friends or family, not to mention Yeonghee!!!

Moreover, this novel. It’s not a novel where you can just laze around peacefully.

It’s faithful to the fantasy genre with swords and magic rampant and all sorts of monsters appearing.

Of course, I’m a knight department member and the main heroine, so I won’t just be swept away like an extra….

Right…? Probably. Please… there must be some hidden power or something.

In the moment when I blinked while organizing my thoughts, I heard the sound of the door opening.

Creak—

A huge door appropriate for the size of the room cautiously opened.

Who is it?

I felt tense at the thought of meeting someone for the first time after possessing this body.

“Sis… sister? What’s wrong?”

A little child much smaller than the size of the door carefully held the doorknob and peered into the room. It was a cute little kid with black hair and blue eyes like Beatrice.

I stood frozen, unable to utter a word.

Because I didn’t know what to say.

…

Beatrice had… a younger sibling???

This wasn’t in the novel…