[Odette] "What are you doing? You should leave." [Karl] "Am I still beautiful to you, Master? Am I still your most precious possession?" Though he was only seventeen—younger than the other male leads—Karl possessed a gravity that demanded attention. [Odette] "......Yes. Of course." [Karl] "Then I understand even less. You finally held your desire in your hand. Why did you try to take your own life?" He spoke with a dry, hollow voice as he knelt before her. He brushed a stray

[Karl has entered a 20-meter radius.] [Verifying Loathing levels...…] [Specific Loathing details unavailable (Conditions unmet)] [An increase in Loathing detected. (+5)] Her lungs burned. [Odette] "Cough, hack!" [Karl] "Master, command me to save you immediately." [Odette] "Cough, Karl......" [Karl] "Hurry, Master." [Odette] "Save me. Now. Cough, cough!" She gasped out the command. [Karl] "By your will." As if he had been waiting for those exact words, he pulled her from the

Odette perched on the flat rock at the very edge of the pond's shallow end. A single step backward led to a sudden, treacherous drop into the depths. She slumped her shoulders, feigning a total loss of motor control from the sleeping incense. [Paula] "Miss, do you remember? This is your reserved seat." She unbuckled the leather belt from her waist. [Paula] "You've been acting quite bold lately. It seems I've been neglectful with your education, and you've grown arrogant as a

[Dina] "My Lady? What are you doing?" Dina tilted her head, clutching the bouquet she had retrieved from the center of the plaza on Vanessa’s behalf. A brilliant, vermillion sunset slowly consumed the sky. Vanessa stood motionless, her silhouette bathed in that radiant, distant glow. A sharp pang pierced her chest. The sight of a small child cradled in a parent’s arms nearby struck a chord deep within her. It’s alright. Over the years, her perspective had shifted. She told he

Vanessa stroked the stray hairs tickling her neck as her gaze drifted to the stack of correspondence on her desk. An ivory envelope, elegantly embossed with gold foil, sat atop the pile. Habit guided her hand to lift it; the name [Hayden di Ingerote] graced the cover in fine, swirling script. Two years. [Hayden] "I will wait for you. For exactly two years, I will wait." Those were his only words when he visited Evarn County two months after the national wedding collapsed. She

Throughout the carriage ride, Paula basked in the memory of a perfect evening. Count Köndel—his refined demeanor, his warm smile, and that gentle, velvet voice. His suit, his watch, his shoes... everything screamed wealth. Only masters of their craft produced such items, pieces even a Count would struggle to acquire. The rumors of his fertile lands and vast inheritance appeared accurate. However, her ecstatic expression shattered the moment the carriage reached the ivory gat

The time to sever ties with Sasha had undeniably arrived. Unlike Ulrich, who had been groomed as a young Count, Sasha was a vulgar embarrassment. Her exclusion and the subsequent mockery she endured in high society were pathetic. He had never once regarded such a woman as his wife. Though he had married her out of financial necessity, her father—that so-called father-in-law—was intolerable. The man had tried to leash Ulrich just because he had borrowed a bit of money. Before

After parting ways with Viktor, she ducked into the ladies' room before returning to the banquet hall. She needed to ensure no seams had split and no part of her attire remained out of place. Fortunately, her gown remained perfectly intact. I nearly suffered a heart attack, thinking my secret as a fake Purifier had been exposed. In the world of <The Only Savior>, purification functioned like water, while the Purifier's will acted as the tap. In this universe, purification onl

Declan devoured the sight of her lovely face while her gaze lingered on his mangled hand. God had always proved heartless toward a man who traded only in sins. Surely, this brief moment of bliss came with a hidden price—some cruel trial yet to be unleashed. To prepare for the coming storm, he etched every detail of her appearance into his mind. He didn't just look; he burned her image into his skull, pressing the memory deep into his heart. A primal urge to seize her hand, to

A heavy vibration rattled through her bones as they tumbled across the ground and slammed into the wooden legs of a market stall. [Unknown] "Ugh......" A suppressed groan sounded above her head. Vanessa, frozen in shock, blinked several times before scrambling to sit up. Her robe’s hood fell back, allowing her short, golden hair to flutter in the biting air. The figure who rescued her from the charging horse wore a robe that concealed every inch of their body. Her gaze didn't

[Roserikta] "......" This situation had spiraled far beyond a mere breach of etiquette. She didn't need to look at the Chamberlain to know his gaze was currently boring into the back of Kalart’s head like a volley of arrows. Accepting the bite would ignite a catastrophe—for the Chamberlain and for her own sanity. [Roserikta] "I will...... feed myself, Your Highness." She offered her refusal, and Lafitte’s eyebrows, which had arched toward his hairline in fury, lowered a fract

[Courtier 1] "Welcome, Your Highness." [Courtier 2] "Welcome to Kyrien." [Courtier 3] "May the gods' grace follow your every step." The greetings never ended. From the moment they crossed the castle gates, courtiers in attire as lavish as those in the capital lined both sides of the path, bowing in a rhythmic wave. The reception far outshone her first entry into Trifolim Palace. Only then did Roserikta realize that a journey to the Crown Prince’s secondary estate was no casua

How could she not laugh? Odette giggled to herself, the sound bubbling up from deep within. She was inside a game. She had reincarnated and then regressed into a world of pixels and plotlines. It was sheer madness. The absurdity of it all felt undeniably hilarious. [Viktor] "You are completely wasted." His voice drifted over her like a distant hum, vibrating somewhere above her head. [Odette] "I never expected those rogue-like features of yours to suit a ceremonial uniform so

Hey, Viktor, you lunatic. Am I some kind of object? Blood rushed to her head as she was carried along at a staggering speed. She wondered if he had any idea just how many profanities she was hurling at him in her mind. Only when she felt a wave of nausea from the combination of wine and motion sickness did she finally plead with him. [Odette] "Please, let me down! Colonel." To her surprise, he complied and set her down gently. It was only after she pulled at the collar of her

The hall was buzzing with noise, and the moment Marco turned his head, she acted. She leaned her weight against the outside of the railing. Her upper body tilted precariously, and she began to fall backward. Her platinum-blonde hair unraveled, whipping upward toward the sky before her eyes. [Marco] "Damn it! What the—!" Leaving his panicked voice behind, splash! she plunged directly into the fountain. The crystal fountain in the garden was a wine fountain. Fortunately, the fi

Reliving the raw desperation of the time before the regression—an even deeper, more soul-crushing despair—he often found himself frantically pulling a body down. The corpse never yielded a single breath; it remained utterly frigid. He cradled the slight figure, his mind a whirlwind of denial. No, she isn’t dead. She can’t be. His heart turned to stone, freezing as if her icy temperature had seeped into his own blood. A dark pessimism flooded him, tempting him to discard his o