‘Strange. This should all be a dream.’

Somehow the scenery felt quite familiar.

The banquet hall. No, the imperial palace ball.

The place where she had met the young emperor.

‘Could it be?’

As she turned her head, she saw the rose and moon emblem prominently attached to the central pillar. It was something she had never seen before. Seeing the intricate patterns around her that she had never noticed before, she held her breath.

It was strange. No matter how rich her imagination might be, seeing parts she had never properly seen before clearly indicated something was wrong.

“Um, this… isn’t a dream?”

No one answered her. But from the gazes alone, she could tell the answer.

Everyone was saying with their eyes:

‘Are you crazy?’

❀❀❀

The title of the romance fantasy novel she had transmigrated into was “I Wish I Could Share You.”

It was a novel featuring a lovely saintess female lead born with God’s blessing and two main male leads who fell for her.

Two main male leads.

One was the notorious madman of the Empire, the tyrant emperor.

The other was a holy knight, the epitome of righteousness from head to toe.

The obsession of the male leads was so admirable that despite being an unfinished novel, she would faithfully leave comments on each serialization day. It was her favorite novel.

But she never dreamed she would transmigrate into that novel, and not even as a person, but as a talking magic mirror.

‘Right. I shouldn’t have taken that d*mn part-time job. No, that’s not it. I shouldn’t have stopped by that food stall to take away tteokbokki for a late-night snack……’

Having died after being hit by a transmigration truck, she had transmigrated to the time when the Tyrant was 12 years old and stayed by his side for 3 years. Until she died taking a rebel’s sword in place of the young tyrant.

And then.

‘…I suddenly became human.’

A second miraculous transmigration had occurred.

And so, currently.

“Um, do you really not remember anything, Miss? This is your bedroom. Not at all, really not at all, you don’t remember anything?”

She was standing before strangers.

“No. Nothing at all.”

“My goodness……”

The neat-looking old butler who had asked desperately sighed, and the maids around also wrinkled their faces. She observed the dismal atmosphere and held her breath.

‘This is a cliché among clichés.’

The reason for the change of location was simple.

Several hours ago, right at the moment she experienced the historic event of becoming human from a mirror.

There were people who approached her as she stood in a miserable state, being treated like a madwoman in the banquet hall.

Staying quiet with her intuition as a heavy reader of romance fantasy, they brought her to a magnificent mansion. And right after getting off the carriage. She smiled apologetically at the people looking at her and asked:

‘I’m sorry, but may I ask who you all are?’

With that one sentence, the mansion was turned upside down.

And so, currently.

She was pretending to have amnesia. The transmigration was certain and she seemed to be a noble lady, so she was trying to brazenly hold out. There were also things she needed to find out.

“Oh, butler. This is no ordinary matter. What should we do about this… Could there have been poison in the wine that Lady Ralph threw?”

“Yes, the problem is serious. To think the young lady would use formal speech. This won’t do. Contact the head of the family immediately!”

While others worried, she took in her surroundings while observing the serious atmosphere.

Though she didn’t know the name of the body she had transmigrated into, it seemed to be quite a wealthy household.

The lavish canopy bed, luxurious decorations, the splendid clothes she was wearing, and the servants addressing her as “Miss” and fussing over her. She was definitely a golden spoon.

However, her only curiosity at present was one thing.

Her young tyrant, El. Whether that child was safe.

The emblem she had seen in the banquet hall was definitely the emblem of the Witel Empire. So she needed to know if this was the same world as her first transmigration.

Her mouth was itching to ask, but it wasn’t the right atmosphere. As she inwardly sighed, the butler looked at her and asked again.

“Then what do you remember, from where to where? Is your background knowledge intact? This year is Imperial Year 235, the Season of Rune.”

Imperial Year 235?

Her eyes lit up.

It was definitely the same world. Moreover, it had been 6 years since she, as a mirror, had died. Then her El would already be……

‘My goodness, that’s exactly the age when the original work begins!’

The original work begins at a banquet held for the tyrant emperor’s twenty-first birthday.

The curiosity she had been trying to ignore erupted like a volcano.

How had he grown up? Had he grown up well? Since the child’s features had been extraordinary from a young age, he would certainly have become a stunning beauty.

And……

Would El be happy now?

‘He must have become a kinder emperor than in the original work, right? Yes, surely he has.’

She had taken care of that child with all her heart and soul. She had advised him, hoping he wouldn’t become the tyrant emperor who was an object of fear in the novel, so he must have become an excellent emperor.

Just imagining it made her smile with contentment. But then she saw the butler and maid looking at her with shocked expressions.

Why are they looking at me like that? She instantly became sullen at their reactions.

“Ah, M-Miss……”

“Hmm?”

The dedicated maid, Cassie was it? Cassie, who had spoken up, trembled as if she had seen something unbelievable and said:

“To think our M-Miss would smile!”

Just because of that? Come on, people can smile, what’s wrong with that!

What kind of personality did the original owner of this body have to elicit such a response? Just as she was happy to finally become human, anxiety swept over her about whether this transmigration was alright as it was.

‘Who exactly have I transmigrated into?’

At that moment, Cassie approached and held out a hand mirror as if it were familiar.

“The young lady liked looking in mirrors. You might remember something!”

That was unlikely, but she couldn’t refuse either. She obediently accepted the hand mirror with its ornate floral pattern and dazzling jewels.

And then.

‘Wow.’

She gasped in surprise. The face in the mirror was truly beautiful.

The woman in the mirror looked like a living doll.

‘I’ve never seen such a beautiful woman before!’

The deep and vibrant red hair was shocking, making one wonder how such a hair color could exist. Its texture was so fine and voluminous, it flowed down like curling waves.

Not just that. The long, white neck like a deer’s and the perfect oval face were flawless, and the delicate features set on the small face looked like a master craftsman’s sculpture.

Even the slightly upturned eye corners that looked fierce were pretty, and the large red eyes within them were really… huh?

‘What is this? It seems familiar somehow.’

As she tilted her head, wondering why this face was familiar, Cassie, who had been anxiously watching, quickly interjected.

“The young lady’s name is Karlea. Karlea von Bloodina.”

I see, Karlea.

She nodded, then paused.

Karlea…?

“Karl, eya?”

“Yes, do you remember something?”

She had seen a young girl with red hair and red eyes named Karlea before.

It was a memory from when she was still the Tyrant’s mirror, of a temperamental girl who used to follow her young emperor, El, around.

The little girl’s obsession and temper were so remarkable that she couldn’t forget.

Once, she had even caused a commotion by trying to break her with a rock, jealous of El and the mirror having a conversation. She later heard that the little girl had been banned from entry afterward.

‘If that child is this Karlea now.’

My goodness, she couldn’t believe she had transmigrated into that child’s body.

‘But wait a minute.’

She paused.

‘If it’s Karlea, wasn’t she the first character to die at El’s hands in the original work…?’

She gasped as the realization suddenly hit her.

Karlea von Bloodina.

Twenty years old, lady of the Bloodina County.

The first character to die at the Tyrant’s hands in “I Wish I Could Share You.”

The villainess and extra who is killed first after being caught poisoning the banquet hall out of jealousy toward the saintess.

Her eyelids trembled with shock.

‘So I.’

Had transmigrated into a body destined to die.

‘I finally became human. But this time… a terminal villainess?’

All color drained from her face. She had been happy to escape from being a mirror, but could one’s luck be this bad?

“Ah, M-Miss?”

“Ah……”

“Kyaah, Miss!”

Suddenly, perhaps due to stress, she found it hard to breathe, and her vision began to spin. It felt like she was hearing that this transmigration had failed too.

She fainted with a thud, as if trying to turn away from this overwhelming reality.

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The man sitting in the chair with his eyes closed was exceedingly beautiful. His disheveled dark black hair contrasted with his white skin, and his sharp nose bridge was clearly visible even in the darkness.

But when his well-shaped red lips, as if stained with blood, twisted thinly, a terrifying aura began to fill the room.

Eventually, the man opened his eyes. As his lush eyelashes fluttered, his beautiful golden eyes flashed like those of a beast.

“I waited for you.”

It was a voice that sounded like a howl. There was a desperate urgency that felt like hunger filled to the throat. But the strongest emotion the man was feeling was longing.