Bronwynner had three names.... more>>

Bronwynner Harcourt, a former nanny from an orphanage who killed someone and fled as a criminal.

Bronwynner Howard, an investigator hired by Jeremy Lovedale for a three-month contract.

Bronwynner Pemberton, a beautiful lady under the personal guardianship of Duke Lovedale and……

The protagonist of a scandal that shook Whittingham’s social circle.

From the beginning, their relationship was meant to end once the contract period passed and payment was made.

On the contract’s final day, she made her first and last request to him.

“I don’t need a success fee or letter of recommendation…… Instead, I’d like you to give me one day of your time, Your Grace.”

The young duke, no longer a ruthless employer or generous guardian, smiled charmingly.

“You do realize that day includes both daytime and night, Miss Howard?”

“I know.”

When she was about to return to being Bronwynner Harcourt, branded only as a con artist, mu*derer, and fallen woman,

Jeremy Lovedale found her another life.

Then suddenly proposed a new name.

“I don’t care who you are or what you did in the past.

But I’m the only one who can give you the name Bronwynner Lovedale for the fresh start you so desperately want.”

The only way to settle the past and start anew.

That was to marry him and become Bronwynner Lovedale.

Now the decision rested with her. <<less

“Divorce me, my love.”... more>>

The day she was suddenly served divorce papers and saw her friend, heavily pregnant with her husband’s child.

Sylaria died.

She had devoted herself to him, helped him become the crown prince, and yet, in the end, all she received in return was betrayal.

Having returned to the past and come back to life, Sylaria plotted her revenge.

Her target: her husband’s half-brother, the cold and ascetic first imperial prince, Euclid.

“Even if it’s just a sham engagement, that’s fine. As long as I can break off my own engagement with Arendtert…”

However.

Euclid, who was supposed to be obsessed with hunting monsters… began to change.

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“Marry you? That’s exactly what I wanted to say.”

He accepts Sylaria’s proposal as if he’d been waiting for it, and immediately secures the emperor’s permission for marriage.

“This is the first time in my life I’ve ever felt this way.”

He comes to her at all hours, asking her to purify his mana.

“Sylaria. You have no idea what it means to me to have met you.”

In her previous life, he had been a man who remained indifferent to women for his entire life.

“You are my only Purifier. The Purifier I have waited for all my life.”

Was this really the Euclid she once knew? <<less

You’ve transmigrated into a dating sim game where you’re doomed no matter what you choose. Now you have to win over the elusive Tower Lord whose heart you’ve failed to capture every time. But how can you do that when you’ve turned into your bias’s messenger bird?... more>>

The system says [“You have one year to accumulate 10000 affection levels or you will lose.

“You…what are you doing?”
“I’m asking for your hand in marriage.”

[Oops, Rai Sherfied’s affection for you has dropped 5849!]

I thought there was no hope for me after being rejected for every answer I chose.
It’s weird. My bias, who was so hard to meet before, keeps appearing in front of me.

“Don’t do anything dangerous and stay by my side.”
“I don’t know what will happen to you if you’re left alone.”
“You’re my student, so I’m responsible for you.”

And they let me stay by their side and take care of me?
Does that mean I won’t be annihilated?

“Hmm…… ruffles a few feathers.”

[Oops! Rai Sherfied’s affection for you just dropped by 0.0001!]

You’re being a little harsh on me just for ruffling some feathers.
……It’s probably too soon to let your guard down. <<less

I’ve been reincarnated into a template fantasy novel.... more>>

The problem is that I’m a necromancer supporting character with the world’s strongest setting, sacrificing my life for the protagonist.

‘This is ridiculous!’

With this power, are you telling me I have to sacrifice my life and follow the protagonist like a lunatic?

That’s why I’m here.

To the mansion of Raytance Orr Illeston, the antagonist within the story.

To where I’m needed.

To the place where I can live the most comfortably.

“I’ll lift the curse on this mansion. In exchange, please take care of me.”

To survive, I have to do something a little scary, but I have no choice.

I have to become the savior of this mansion.

[Instructions for Illeston Mansion]

First, entry and exit to the mansion are restricted. Don’t approach the entrance closely, and use the back way when going out.

Failure to comply may result in your life being forfeited.

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Hundredth, never enter Grand Duchess Florie’s room. Don’t knock on the door or even pass by nearby.

Also, prepare meals for Grand Duchess Florie twice a day, for two people. <<less

If one must strive to be loved, then I will give up such trivial pursuit.... more>>

I will no longer try to kill myself.

* * *

Kalia Estelle, the cursed daughter of a count, had spent her entire life trying to be loved.

She had done everything to prove that she was different from her mad father, who killed their people and burned their land.

But all she achieved was the accusation of being the “devil’s daughter.”

The day before she came of age, Kalia made up her mind.

She would no longer seek cheap affection.

She wouldn’t sacrifice her soul for a fleeting love.

And if there was a next life, she wouldn’t seek love again.

As her consciousness faded and her breathing became labored, she suddenly found herself transported back five years to the past.

* * *

“I love you.”

I hesitated and backed away as Claude approached me.

But my back was against the wall, and before I knew it, he was standing right in front of me.

“Kalia.”

He peered through the small gap between his fingers that covered his face, carefully watching my reaction.

Despite his disheveled appearance, he was radiant at the moment.

He kneeled down and gently took my trembling right hand, making me feel as if this had all been a dream.

His lips touched the back of my dry hand.

“Just as you showed me the light and opened a new life for me, I want to do the same for you.”

Beneath his long, thick lashes, his eyes were filled with an unfamiliar emotion.

“You know why I live. Kalia, please let me love you.” <<less

Yvonne, the Duchess, was mu*dered by her husband’s mistress, and inexplicably found herself alive again, back in the past. She had dedicated her life to the fidelity of her marriage, only to meet a tragic end. Or so she thought.... more>>

“Why am I alive?”

When she awoke, she realized that she had returned to the past.

Determined to get revenge, Yvonne planned to divorce her husband. However, her well-thought-out plan took an unexpected turn when she noticed her husband’s changed behavior.

“I’m fine, don’t worry, Yvonne. But I’m glad you’re worried. I should pretend to be in pain, right?”

He acted affectionately, spoke with respect, and carried himself with elegance. These were all unfamiliar traits in her previously carefree and casually spoken husband, and they raised suspicions in her mind.

Then, out of the blue, her husband made an outrageous claim.

“I am Charles Louis de Frieze, Emperor of the Turin Empire. As you can see, I am your husband, Arsen.”

Could anyone utter such madness unless they were truly insane? Yvonne had never planned to take revenge on someone so mentally unstable.

“Have you gone mad? Have you lost your mind?”

Yvonne decided to wage war against her truly insane husband who pretended to be the Emperor. All to divorce him and escape from this madman. <<less

I woke up after everything had already fallen apart.... more>>

The game’s main protagonist was gone, and the protagonist’s fiancé was consumed by anger, avoiding everyone. In the country, a deadly disease was spreading.

The game’s ending was the worst possible, and I found myself in that awful world as the twin sister of the main character—an unfortunate ‘villain’ who caused my sister’s death.

“I’m in big trouble.”

My new life was ruined before it even started.

I was Fey O’Bellie, the twin sister of the main character, born into a prestigious family. But titles held no significance for me. I was merely branded as the ‘villain’ responsible for ending the life of the main character.

The ending was final and unchangeable. All I wanted now was to stay alive and keep quiet.

“Did I actually end Luné’s life solely because she was foolish, arrogant, and insufferable?”

Survival seemed impossible. Someone knew the truth and wanted to kill me—the stepbrother who loved the main character Luné, Deneb.

I have to get away from him.

…In a world where I was the cause of Luné’s death, someone loved by Deneb, how could I survive?

“Even a character from a messed-up ending like me wants to live, too, you know.”

Alright. I’ll escape then. <<less

I became a supporting character in a captivity-abduction classic novel set against the backdrop of a world war. Unlike the protagonist’s sister, who was treated coldly and ab*sed at home, as “Diana Claire,” I was abducted in place of the protagonist in order to get out of this hell.... more>>

“Don’t leave me, princess. All right? You can’t die.”

The Duke that abducted me was a beautiful madman, an educated madman. He would visit me from time to time and stare at me as if I were an important piece of art he had carefully stored away. His eyes were ascetic yet strangely decadent, sensual yet full of flavor. I didn’t know why this man, who seemed insane, would do this to me.

What was inside the pretty wrapping paper of gentlemanly manners, elegant and graceful appearance, was a kind of madness. The man’s madness gave off a calm, eerie, and bizarre atmosphere like a work of art with a twisted meaning.

“I want to kill everyone except you, my Diana.”

She tried to control and tame this man, possessed by a cruel demon.

Originally, the word she always heard in life was “madman”. <<less