Jangmi felt her past life pass by like a fleeting memory.

She felt the strict yet caring faces of her parents, her alma mater that wasn’t prestigious but where she put in her effort, her parents who had passed away from a car accident on her graduation day, their funerals, the painful life of a job seeker, the ramen she shared with friends in the basement room, the unexpected phone call about a job interview, and her first day at Bingye Holdings…

And finally, her memory highlighted what she had done a little while ago.

「Jangmi, a third-year employee in the After-sales Team of the Bingye Planning Department, disregarded the rules and accessed the company’s computer…」

It happened just in time for the commencement of the monthly magazine ‘Four Seasons of Bingye’ in a month. That one line appeared magnificently in the ‘Internal Bulletin’ section where everyone’s attention was focused.

By the way, the previous protagonist, Raymond, who supported the protagonist of 〈I’m an FFF-Tier Necromancer,〉 was involved using the proceeds from the funeral expenses. He embezzled a whopping 1.9 billion under the guise of a reception for the creation god.

Jangmi shook her head. She had merely opened the package that was placed on her desk by chance. Besides, it contained the inevitable waste for BPP installation.

This was undoubtedly an error.

Even so, now that she had been forcefully re-incarnated, Jangmi looked down at her right hand. There was a red travel bag.

It wasn’t the sturdy eco-bag she carried every day. It was a cute and petite bag that would be more suitable for a romance-fantasy world.

‘I have transmigrated!’

Whether it was a crash of the company computer or a program failure, the undeniable fact was that she had ultimately been transmigrated.

Jangmi examined her attire. A linen skirt that flared gently below the waist, with a petticoat to make it perfectly tailored, emphasizing her slender waist, and an emerald-colored caraco¹a woman’s short coat or jacket usually about waist length; popular in the mid 18th century.

It was an outfit that a creation god who liked modern Europe might have designed. Moreover, these magnificent shoes and bonnet that perfectly matched the caraco. Wouldn’t it be a style she wouldn’t have chosen?

Jangmi adjusted her bag with her sweaty hands and looked around. Unlike her dressed-up self, the surroundings were a dim garden.

At the end of the path of withering thorn trees, there was an ancient mansion that seemed like a ghost would appear.

Even if only the rotten vines climbing the wall were removed, it wouldn’t have looked so eerie. Still, the presence of lit lights indicated that it wasn’t a ruin.

Jangmi walked through the garden and followed the path to the old house. The path was poorly maintained, with tree branches occasionally scraping her feet.

After stumbling for quite some time, Jangmi finally arrived at the front of the mansion. When she looked closely, it was a grand building of such magnificent size that she had to crane her neck to see it.

Caw, caw.

A crow circled above her head, eyeing the red bag she carried. Jangmi hurriedly held the bag and ascended the steps to the entrance.

With this scale, there should be workers around, but she couldn’t see a single gatekeeper chasing away the crows.

Clank.

That’s when it happened. As the entrance door opened, a sweet voice reached her ears.

“I’ve been waiting for you, Miss.”

Startled, Jangmi turned her head, and as their gazes met, she unconsciously took a step back.

Black hair cascading down around the neck. Deep violet eyes akin to the abyss. Skin so pale and immaculate, it could be mistaken for porcelain.

And from him emanated a pleasant fragrance that didn’t suit this old mansion. I wondered if a eucalyptus tree were to produce a basket full of flowers in a dense forest, would it release such a scent.

Unknowingly, Jangmi widened her nostrils and leaned forward. Then the man smiled and spoke.

“Starting today, I will be your butler, Elion. I believe you’re here as a result of the will, but for now, would you please come inside?”

Introducing himself as Elion, he casually took her travel bag, which was sitting on the ground. Oh, huh. Jangmi’s body leaned forward in an instant.

In a moment’s notice, Jangmi followed him and entered the mansion.

The wallpaper, adorned with flowers and green leaves, appeared luxurious as if it were handmade. But it was torn and ragged as if someone had shredded it with a knife.

Even the mahogany tea table, the desk, and even the chair had been gnawed on by rats, with one of the pillars about to crumble.

“……I, excuse me, where am I?”

In the middle of the room, Jangmi, who looked perfectly fine but sat on a moldy wooden chair, asked Elion.

Elion was the only one who boasted perfect balance in the reception room that seemed like a ghost would appear at any moment.

He had a delicate and beautiful appearance, fantastic features, flawless black butler’s uniform, and shiny shoes.

‘But why is the house so…’

Why did the house look like this…?

As Jangmi alternated between Elion’s handsome face and the old-fashioned reception room, Elion replied while starting the car.

“The place where you are, my lady, is the Blue Rock of Bistiman. It is the name of the mansion which His Majesty the Emperor bestowed upon my master.”
“Ah, why am I in such a great place…?”

Well, it must be because I was transmigrated, but first, it was important to understand the transmigration story.

Jangmi rolled her eyes, needlessly tugging at her earlobe. If only she’d read the instructions in the package.

Without changing his expression despite Jangmi’s strange question, Elion continued to answer.

“Because you are the only successor of the master. You are the only daughter of Lian Mora, the hero who conquered the Tower of Disorder.”
“Uh…a hero?”

When Jangmi asked in surprise, Elion narrowed his eyes. He observed her for a while before habitually raising his lip.

“You didn’t read the will.”

Jangmi turned her gaze away in embarrassment. Actually, a lot of possessed people choose the ‘wake up n years later and realize their past life’ option for situations like this.

It would increase their assimilation rate with the host and allow them to form an attachment with the host’s family.

But there’s no way a waste product would include such an option. Jangmi pressed her lips together nervously.

Did she just run to the address written on the will? Or did she read it but forgot?

“It’s okay. Since you are new to this world, I will help you specially.”

Does this person know that I have been reincarnated? Jangmi was surprised and stood up from her seat.

Elion, who had approached without her noticing, took off his gloves and flicked his finger in front of her. Then, a system window appeared out of nowhere.

When she asked if he could see it, Elion casually explained.

“It’s a copied will. Your curiosity will be somewhat resolved with this.”

〈SYSTEM〉 Received the Will of the Hero of the Past (Copy)’ as a gift from ‘Elion.’

Will of the Hero of the Past (Copy)

This is a copy of the will of Lian Mora, a hero who conquered the Tower of Disorder. If read carefully, you can inherit some of the memories and knowledge he had during his lifetime.

Effect: Life +

Durability: 1/1

It was a blue system screen that could be seen in any game.

With trembling hands, Jangmi pressed ‘Use.’ Then, an old letter written in neat handwriting appeared before her eyes.

The will was short and simple. It was probably meant to trigger a quest to visit Bistiman’s mansion. But the moment she finished reading it, her body thumped and her head felt dizzy.

Elion must have expected such a condition and immediately supported her.

“It’ll be over soon.”

Elion waited until Jangmi’s breathing returned to a steady rhythm before carefully placing her in a chair.

Light returned to Jangmi’s unfocused eyes. She seemed to remember when she’d been confused.

“I think I remember…….”

Elion took a step back. The first, and hopefully last, outsider to enter this world. And a fake, set up as a descendant of the Mora family.

Hiding his sarcasm, Elion put his gloves back on and spoke.

“Lady Rosé, welcome back.”

Jangmi swallowed dryly and looked up at Elion.

The effects of the will had solidified her basic knowledge of possession and the human relationships surrounding her.

She’d simply read a piece of paper and gotten a benefit similar to the ‘wake up n years later and realize their past life’ option.

According to what she realized, the situation was like this.

‘Rosé’ was a country girl living on the outskirts of the empire. She had been abandoned in a country barn as a newborn and had grown up working at the village chief’s house until she became an adult.

It wasn’t a rich life, but it wasn’t lacking either. She helped her elderly grandfather manage the orchard, worked in the fields, and enjoyed a happy rural life.

But then, a month ago, an unexpected letter arrived for her. The letter, written in a dignified handwriting, came from her father whom she had never even thought about.

Lian Mora, the hero.

He was the crown prince of the fallen kingdom of Moir, a mercenary who had lived a near-commoner’s life ever since he was incorporated into the Kithlode Empire.

He had to wield his sword to make a living and managed to avoid being a wandering beggar by defeating numerous monsters.

One day, however, the Tower of Disorder appeared. Lian heard about the emperor’s proclamation and arrived in the village like many other knights to climb the tower.

But unlike other nobles who received support from the aristocrats, he had to enter the tower with his body covered in blood and sweat.

The tower collapsed six years later because of him, who fought against monsters with his sword.

The people praised him as a hero who came out of the tower. The emperor rewarded him with a small estate and a new title, Baron.

But wealth and honor did not last long.

A gate connecting to the demon world, known as the ‘Gate,’ began to appear again in the continent that they believed would find peace. Then, those who praised Lian began to turn their backs on him.

To make matters worse, as Lian faded into obscurity, many voices criticized his irresponsible behavior.

The title remained a hollow shell with no substance, and the land Lian had received was auctioned off because he couldn’t pay off his debts.

Lian Mora, the Hero, was erased from people’s memories like that. Or almost erased if the letter hadn’t arrived safely at the remote countryside house of the empire. If ‘Rosé’ hadn’t received that letter.

“Oh my god…”

The problem was that the girl who arrived at Blue Rock Mansion wasn’t ‘Rosé.’

She had a different situation from ‘Rosé,’ so it was natural for her to say this.

“Um, something seems wrong. I came in here thinking I was clearly a waste. So, can’t you let me go back?”

Just an hour ago, Rosé was Jangmi, and now she wanted to go back home.

This was a continent on the verge of extinction from monster attacks. Moreover, it was a world of ‘promoting a culture of lewdness and decadence,’ which had even received a harmful material rating from the Possession Material Review Committee.

And.

— Follow this path of your father and grow up to be a respectable hero.

I don’t want to die as a hero in such a world.

Elion raised his chin and stared at her, not knowing if he knew Rosé’s heart or not. An indescribable smirk could be felt behind his arrogant expression.

After a long silence, Elion spoke.

“As a subject of application of the First Principle of Possession, transfer is impossible.”
“What?”
“…That’s what I’m saying.”

Rosé’s face froze at the words that sounded like there was someone watching her. It was familiar. An indifferent attitude that seemed to convey someone else’s words verbatim.

— Yes, the same goes for the creator god ‘The Weeping Morning Sparrow.'”

Was that person also a middle manager?

“Well, wait a minute! Why am I a subject of application? The First Principle of Possession says you have to have been hit by a dump truck or have no relatives. My parents passed away early, but I still have my aunt and uncle… Oh, wait. Could it be me?”

Rosé’s face turned blue at the thought that came to her mind while she was speaking. Come to think of it, there was an incident that came to mind.

She opened the waste package with the intention of logging out, but after possession, she found out that she was an adopted child and had no relatives to inherit from, so she became a subject of application of the First Principle of Possession.

It’s the story of a possessed person who was never able to escape and spent the rest of his life in agony.

Rosé laughed awkwardly, saying it couldn’t be true. Nevertheless, Elion conveyed his words again.

“You say you didn’t know you were adopted?”

So Rosé learned the secret of her hidden birth after 26 years.

“…Then I can’t go back?”
“Through conventional means, no. You cannot go back.”
“No, no, no!”

This was in the Kithlode Empire, which would become a wasteland of monsters in three years.