The story of his past was a dark legend in the underworld. A sadistic noblewoman, easily bored with her toys, never kept a slave for more than six months. Every year, she organized a "boy hunt." On the first night of the Founding Festival, she used the thunderous roar of the fireworks to mask the sound of her rhythmic gunfire. He had barely escaped her hunting grounds, crawling into the filth of the slums. While lovers and families celebrated above, a fifteen-year-old Viktor

Odette, a woman whose elegance was matched only by her legendary pride, did not hesitate. She dropped to her knees on the grime-covered rooftop. [Odette] "Thank you for saving my life, Colonel König." [Viktor] "..." He stared down at the woman bowing before him, his mind blank with shock. What is this? He wondered if his eyes were failing him or if he had somehow fallen asleep while standing up. No noble had ever thanked him like this. Not even those whose lives he had saved

[Viktor] "They should have run faster. This isn't fun at all." He clicked his tongue. If they didn't put up a chase, what was the point? To pass the time, he grabbed two of the corpses and tossed them back into the wrecked carriage. Only then did he realize he was still holding the woman. She’s just hanging there like a corpse herself. I completely forgot she was even in my arms. It was unexpected. Usually, people were far more annoying when they were terrified. He had recogn

The driver’s voice drifted through the carriage door, dripping with forced concern. [Driver] "My Lady, there’s an issue with the wheel. Could you step outside for a moment?" The second she heard that tone, her instincts flared. Dammit. She knew that voice—the honeyed, high-pitched rhythm of a man about to betray someone. She had heard it a thousand times in her previous life. [Odette] "Very well. Give me a moment to put on my cloak." She answered calmly, her voice masking the

Gisela. In the world of The Only Savior, she was the unrivaled queen of con artists. With her astute eyes and a silver tongue, she possessed a supernatural talent for masquerading as a seer. In the original timeline, she had been Charlotte’s most powerful ally. She felt indebted to her because the heroine had provided a medicine that actually worked for her son. It was Gisela who had helped Charlotte, a commoner, bypass the Imperial Guard to purify the Crown Prince. Later, it

Zion’s transcendent power was mind control. As long as a being possessed intelligence, he could bend its will and command its every action. The "Calamity," though it appeared as a mindless black hole, was a living entity, and therefore subject to Zion’s mental grip. He held the Calamity’s mind in a constant vice, ensuring it never struck the capital. To maintain this delicate balance—protecting the city without harming the minds of the people within his reach—Zion had to exer

His eyes gleamed as he inspected the jewels. Jackpot. My first customer of the festival, and it’s a whale. The stones were exquisite, their cuts so precise they could only be the work of a master. Despite his heart racing at the sight of such treasure, he maintained his best poker face. [Wolfgang] "In a hurry for some festival cash, little lady? Are you looking for a loan, or are you selling these outright?" He assumed she was just another noble daughter who had raided her pa

[Malea] "The Countess said she would make me her personal attendant after a few tests. I passed them all—" [Odette] "I’m sure you did. Judging by the price of those pearls you're wearing, she plans to keep you very close from now on." Malea looked at her with a face full of wonder. [Malea] "My Lady, it’s almost frightening. How does everything happen exactly the way you said it would?" She offered only a thin smile in response as she sat at the tea table. The spread of black

[Odette] "If that is the case... Your Highness, would you be willing to teach me how to read and write?" It wasn't difficult for her to feign a look of profound shame. In her previous life, the fact that she was illiterate had been a genuine source of humiliation for her. Even now, the memory of it brought a natural, burning flush to her cheeks. [Johan] "Read... and write?" He looked as though he had been struck. From the shock written across his face, it was clear that Zion

Golden letters floated in the air, above the white light, shimmering like a holographic interface from a game. [ Necklace of the Primal Transcendent ] [ You may perceive the emotions held by others toward the "Master" of this item. ] [ Would you like to set the Master as "Odette Lina von Albrecht"? ] [Odette] "Yes." [ The necklace has been successfully bound. ] [ Please select the emotion you wish to perceive: ] [ 1. Affection ] [ 2. Loathing ] [Odette] "I want to know their

Moonlight filtered through the window, casting a pale glow across the room. Odette lay on the pristine white bed in a thin chemise. After two days of battling a grueling fever, her temperature had finally returned to normal, but she was still drenched in cold sweat. From the soft, rhythmic whimpers escaping her lips, she was clearly trapped in a nightmare. Zion let out a long, weary sigh. Only now, watching the rise and fall of her chest, did it truly sink in that she was ali

The butler, realizing the new maid had an unexpectedly sharp eye for art, immediately reported the news to the Countess. Having long desired to grow her fortune through art but lacking the taste to do so, the Countess quickly took a liking to Malea. [Malea] "My Lady, how could a place as grand as the Albrecht estate have fakes? Your words are so far-fetched, I can hardly believe—" [Odette] "Go and see for yourself. You’ll find cheap imitations everywhere. It’s almost pitiful

The slight burn from the tea was a start, but it wasn't enough. To make her plan work, Odette needed a much more striking injury. Before Malea arrived, Odette glanced at the kitchen table. Bathed in the morning sunlight, various tea leaves were spread out to dry, just as they were every day. Her eyes settled on one pile: the leaves of the Vesuvius red tree. With a swift, practiced motion, she grabbed a handful of the dried leaves, crushed them into a fine powder, and sprinkle

Malea smirked, casually brushing cookie crumbs from the corners of her mouth. [Malea] "Oh my, you appeared so suddenly I made a mistake. I was certain you were still in the dungeon, My Lady." [Odette] "Shouldn't your first words be an apology?" Odette let out a sharp, cold laugh at the girl's boldness. The Head Maid quickly stepped in, her voice dripping with fake concern. [Dolly] "Now, My Lady, don’t make such a scene. It was an honest mistake. The tea is already cold anyway

The moment the footmen finished the injections and left the drawing room, her sobbing stopped instantly. Acting as if she were in pain was second nature to her. During the two years she had spent outsmarting the male leads, she had mastered every kind of performance. Besides, since touching the Night Glory, her temperature had been rising steadily, so she didn't even need to pretend to look flushed and ill. The immediate crisis is over. She stood up and took a seat in one of