“Who decided that? No! I don’t like it! Absolutely not! Change the name right now!”

Jella was horrified and refused when she heard they had named the guild after her, just after she had left the underworld.

“It was unanimously decided by all members, so we can’t change it even if you say so, Big Sister.”

“I didn’t vote though?”

“You’re not one of our members anymore.”

“Didn’t you just say you were keeping my place vacant?”

The organization members quickly seized on her words.

“Oh, then would you like to come back and vote?”

“We’ll give you ten special votes!”

“Then would that be eleven votes in favor and ten against?”

“Either way, the name is still ‘Jella’.”

“Yeah. That. Jel!”

The organization members chuckled as they exchanged unfunny jokes among themselves.

“Be quiet and change that name right now!”

“Why? It’s a good name.”

“Why are you using someone else’s name as you please?”

The organization members responded with feigned shamelessness to the fuming Jella.

“Who said it was your name, Big Sister? This isn’t your name.”

“That’s right. It really isn’t.”

“How dare you lie…!”

“We took it from the name of the great villain Jella Shunaibel.”

‘That’s still my name!’

But that was a fact only Jella knew.

“What great villain? Since when have you guys called Jella Shunaibel that?”

Jella snorted, but the organization members’ expressions were quite serious.

“Since the day before yesterday. Jella is the greatest person in my heart.”

“For me, since last week.”

“Hehe, actually, I’ve admired Jella since before the Founding Festival. I was the first one here to recognize her true value.”

“Don’t be proud of such strange things.”

“Oh right, look at this, Big Sister.”

As Jella responded with exasperation, one of the organization members pulled out a crumpled portrait from inside his clothes and proudly showed it to her.

In the portrait, the glamorous beauty with purple hair and pink eyes was none other than…

‘That’s me?’

It was Jella from her previous life!

“Where did you get that?”

Jella asked with an incredulous expression, as she had no memory of such a portrait.

“These days, portraits of Jella Shunaibel are the most popular. I got this with great difficulty.”

“Big Sister, instead of selling medicines, how about making and selling portraits of Jella Shunaibel?”

“Stop talking nonsense. I’m a pharmacist. And why are you drawing and selling someone else’s face without permission? Even if they’re dead, that’s a violation of portrait rights, you know?”

“What are portrait rights?”

“…”

Jella was furious at the innocent question, but she had no way to explain the concept of portrait rights to people who didn’t understand it.

“Portraits of living heroes are being sold everywhere too, so…”

“The bakery at the intersection ahead? The owner there is going to change the shop’s name to Jella’s Bakery. And they’re promoting Jella Bread as their signature product, claiming it was her favorite when she was alive.”

“I didn’t even like bread!”

“Not you, Big Sister, but Jella. And the bookstore across the street gives away bookmarks with Jella’s famous quotes as free gifts when you buy books. They say there are various types of bookmarks, so it’s fun to collect them.”

“Why are they using someone else’s name for business tactics when they have nothing to do with her?”

Jella was dumbfounded.

She was aware that her name had been gaining renewed attention among people in the past few days.

This was all fallout from the oracle being overturned and the imperial family subsequently designating Yuria as the culprit for the epidemic.

People had begun to speculate that Jella Shunaibel might also have been Yuria’s victim.

Public opinion had been quite strange lately.

The Grand Temple’s authority was openly shaken.

Half the people still supported the Grand Temple, while the other half speculated that the Grand Temple might also have been Yuria’s victim and supported it on those grounds. They were divided into these two camps.

It was hard to believe that the Arne religion had been so deeply rooted in people’s hearts for so long, given the current level of confusion.

And the Alpenhayer Imperial Family had begun to widely promote the achievements of Jella Shunaibel, the last emperor of Shunaibel, and commemorate her.

The imperial family had even recently issued a statement in the Emperor’s name.

Suddenly, Jella’s thoughts naturally turned to Niel.

The last time she saw him, he had glared at her with clear resentment and hatred before coldly turning away.

‘After that, what is he thinking, doing all this?’

Jella couldn’t understand the actions of a man who disliked her.

He must know that such actions by the imperial family could threaten the legitimacy of the new empire.

Of course, the imperial citizens who loved Niel defended him rather than criticizing him, saying that he, too, was Yuria’s victim.

In the past, she would have snorted at hearing this, saying, “What victim? Those two were happily in love for a thousand years.”

But now she couldn’t do that.

Because Niel had told her one more time before Yuria left that he had never once truly liked Yuria.

And not only that…

“Those men, you know. This might sound strange, but they seem to be… somewhat obsessed with you. So be careful, Jella.”

Yuria’s final words had been quite meaningful.

‘Those guys are obsessed with me…’

Jella somewhat agreed with those words. After all, hadn’t they persistently hovered around her since she opened her eyes again in the body of the pharmacist Jella Irene?

The important thing was why they were obsessed with her.

Obsession was a virtue of male protagonists, so if she had been the female protagonist of some novel, their obsession would have had quite a romantic nuance…

‘Romantic… the relationship is too violent for that.’

Jella was a villain, and they were the protagonists who had killed the villain.

Although that death had occurred according to her plan, there should be no romance between them precisely because of that.

If they were truly obsessed with her for romantic reasons, that would be somewhat cruel.

For her, and for them…

So Jella deliberately ignored the possibility of romance and tried to think of other reasons why protagonists would be obsessed with a villain.

‘For example, because they hate me so much they want to kill me…’

The thought suddenly gave her chills.

‘Come to think of it, those guys were also obsessed with Yuria. To kill her…’

She thought that while the other two might not, Niel Alpenhayer might very well be capable of such a thing.

Wasn’t he the man who had openly declared he would kill her?

As soon as she revealed her identity, he had thrown off his pretense of kindness and shown his true colors.

Just then.

Ding-a-ling.

The bell sound instantly snapped Jella out of her thoughts.

‘A customer!’

Her eyes lit up. Her first long-awaited customer!

“Welcome, customer!”

Jella smiled brightly and rushed toward the man who had opened the door and entered.

The organization members who had been chattering idly on the first floor instead of working also resumed moving the boxes.

“What kind of medicine are you looking for?”

Jella asked with a beaming smile toward the customer.

“I heard there’s a medicine here that can change eye color…”

Just as the gentleman with black hair and purple eyes answered in an indifferent voice while pulling out a crumpled newspaper advertisement.

Crash!

Jella and the man simultaneously turned their heads toward the sound of something spilling from behind.

“Oh my, I’m sorry, Big Sister.”

One of the organization members had spilled Jella’s moving box.

Jella noticed a chalice protruding from the box and said:

“I told you there were important things in that box, Derik. That’s precious, so handle it carefully.”

“Yes, Big Sister!”

The organization member quickly gathered the spilled items back into the box and went up to the second floor.

And when Jella turned back to the customer.

“My, that must have startled you, customer.”

“…”

“Customer?”

“…”

The customer’s gaze was fixed blankly in the direction where the organization member had disappeared moments ago.