As she turned and prepared to actually leave, the Countess shrieked in a panicked voice. [Countess] "What are you doing?! Stop her this instant! Force her to her knees before me!" However, it seemed Rolf wasn't the only one suppressed by the sudden weight of her presence. Despite ther screams, not a single servant dared to step forward. 'What on earth is happening?' Had Odette always carried herself this way? The aristocratic dignity she radiated was more perfect, more refine

Following the butler, who was pale with agitation, Odette arrived in the lobby. She took a moment to study the faces gathered there. The butler, the housekeeper, the head maid, Paula, and Becker... They were the few within this house who held real power and knew the secret of her adoption. 'They must have sent all the other servants to the annex.' Countess Albrecht, a tall woman with deep auburn hair, stood at the center as if commanding a small army. It was almost comical to

Odette organized the stack of documents on the solid mahogany desk, making a point to ensure Mrs. Becker could see her actions. They were nothing but fabrications. Every one of the Count's illicit dealings, the Countess' extravagances, and Ferdinand's debts from gambling and drugs had been meticulously forged under her name. These were the very "evidence" that had sealed her fate in the courtroom of her previous life. She remembered the content of each document vividly, as th

She turned her head to identify the intruder. It was Mrs. Becker, a maid the Countess had brought with her from her own family estate. [Odette] "Mrs. Becker." [Becker] "How dare you be in here, My Lady?!" Odette furrowed her brow at the shrill, piercing voice. [Becker] "Are you deaf, My Lady? Honestly! Why have you entered the Master’s study without permission?!" [Odette] "This is a study. Lower your voice." The attitude of the servants at the Albrecht estate was remarkably c

[Lize] "Ah, My Lady?" With brown hair tied in twin braids, freckled skin, and round spectacles, Lize stared at her with wide, blinking eyes. [Odette] "Lize." For the first time since her return, a genuine smile touched Odette’s lips. [Lize] "My Lady, are your legs alright? That Paula must have been wicked to you again today. Shall I bring some medicine?" Odette’s room had been cleaned spotlessly. On the table by the sofa sat a spread of warm tea and sweet tarts.

When Odette cut her off, Paula was momentarily speechless. Of course she is. Until yesterday, I would have been desperate to stay on the good side of the woman who enjoyed my mother's favor. How much pleasure had Paula derived from tormenting a noble lady and reigning over her? Understanding the depths of the maid's inferiority complex, a natural, mocking laugh escaped Odette's lips. [Paula] "How dare you speak to me—" [Odette] "If you intend to provide "discipline," you ough

The Only Savior, the world within this game revolved around two types of beings: Transcendents and Purifiers. Transcendents were, in essence, individuals blessed with supernatural abilities—divine beasts used by the gods and living weapons meant to ward off calamity. However, their power came with a fatal flaw. The more they used their abilities, the more their bodies became corrupted. Once that corruption hit a critical threshold, they would succumb to a violent, uncontrolla

[Count] "Tsk. It seems one cannot hide such lowly blood." At the sound of that familiar, cold voice, Her eyes flew open as if waking from a nightmare. At that exact moment— [Odette] "Cough! Cough—!" A surge of blood erupted from her throat. Her white hand instinctively flew to her mouth, only to be instantly stained with dark, crimson liquid. Odette stared blankly at her palm before slowly scanning her surroundings. The room was both hauntingly familiar and strangely distant.

If one were to ask who the most beautiful woman in Barcheha was, every citizen of the Empire would answer in unison: Odette. If one were to ask who the most wicked woman was, they would give the same answer: Odette. Odette Lina von Albrecht enjoyed every privilege as the Empire’s sole Purifier, yet she never once purified a Transcendent. To the people, she was the ultimate villainess of the Empire. She possessed pale skin so translucent that her veins peaked through, teal eye

"This time, it will be you who suffers a horrific downfall." There are many ways to describe Odette Lina von Albrecht, the villainess of a depraved, R-rated reverse harem game. She is a deceiver who tricks the empire by posing as a Purifier. She is a witch who manipulates four transcendent men through unspeakable evil. However, there is a truth unknown to the players and the heroes who hunt her with such hatred. "You are nothing more than a toy in this house. Since your maste

Helia bit her lip as if chewing over Vanessa’s words. Her small head seemed busy, frantically checking if there was any logic to what she had just heard. [Vanessa] "You are a guest of the Grand Duke, are you not?" When she asked, watching her closely, Helia’s eyes snapped up in surprise. She caught a fleeting glimpse of anxiety in her gaze. It seemed Helia was suddenly afraid she might be scolded for her earlier discourtesy—approaching a stranger so abruptly and prying with s

The tournament was only a few days away. Vanessa had taken up residence in the Imperial Palace for the duration of the event. Under normal circumstances, she would have had to travel back and forth by carriage, but Hayden—who attended to her every need—would never allow such a burden. He formally invited her as a ‘Guest of the Imperial House’ and arranged for her to stay in a private wing of the palace. She saw no reason to refuse. The mere thought of entering the palace ever

[Attendant] "I shall fetch an umbrella at once!" The attendant who had been waiting with her scrambled back inside the palace. Vanessa stood leaning against a gilded pillar, staring blankly ahead. She had grown accustomed to the rain that had fallen for days on end, yet the memories that resurfaced with each downpour remained hauntingly foreign. ‘Why do you say that?’ It was a memory of her conversation with Declan on the balcony the night of the play. ‘Why… are you so certai

[Vanessa] "Oh, it seems it has only just finished." By the time Vanessa returned to her seat, the play had already swept past its climax and the actors were taking their curtain calls. Her mind was in such disarray that the performance had been the furthest thing from her thoughts. How had it ended? That tragic romance that mirrored the twisted bond between herself and Declan? Rather than curiosity about the finale, she felt a profound sense of relief that she had missed it.

[Vanessa] "I think you are mistaken about something." Vanessa was, by nature, a gentle soul. She was soft-hearted. Growing up in a world where everyone showed her nothing but affection, she’d never had a reason to harden her resolve. Had she not possessed such a malleable spirit, she would have turned the dagger on him instead of herself in her previous life. Fuelled by layers of resentment and hatred, she would have wished for his death rather than her own. Yet, because of t

Vanessa wanted to sit at the end of the row, but Declan, anticipating her move, acted first. [Declan] "The center seat offers the finest view. You should take it, My Lady. Hayden, you don't mind, do you?" [Hayden] "Of course not." Hayden, oblivious to Declan’s dark intentions, readily agreed. She attempted to decline several times, but it was futile. It would have looked absurd to stubbornly refuse a seat they were so graciously offering. In the end, she was forced to sit bet