“Y-you? Why are you suddenly like this? Not even stuttering. And what’s with that rude tone to your sister? Are you in your right mind?”

Stuttering?

I tilted my head and answered as calmly as possible.

“Someone as uncultured as you is my sister?”

“R-Roa Seraphina! What’s with you?”

The woman called me Roa Seraphina. It’s definitely a Western-style name.

The name referring to me was more important than the angry face of the curly brown-haired woman who appeared claiming to be my sister. I’d definitely heard that name somewhere.

“Roa? Roa…… Ah, what was it!”

My brow furrowed naturally as I thought hard about the familiar name.

A moment later, a flash of lightning passed through my mind.

Ah!

I asked the woman with my face now deathly pale.

“So you’re saying I used to stutter?”

At my question, the woman who claimed to be my sister frowned deeply.

“You’re asking when you know? Since you were born! You were the shame of our family! Understand?”

[Roa! You being the shame of the Seraphina family. That’s not true!]

A familiar line suddenly came to mind.

It was a line from the villainess Emma, who appeared as Roa’s childhood friend in the novel ‘The Grand Duke Covets the Nanny’s Body.’

So this character named Roa Seraphina was a supporting character in a raunchy 19+ romance fantasy novel.

I was so dumbfounded I clutched my stomach and laughed.

“Ha! Hahaha! Are you kidding? No, seriously, I—”

If I’d done ‘book transmigration,’ a famous keyword in romance fantasy, I’d become a character who dies horribly?

I died of pancreatic cancer, and now I became a supporting character who dies because of the sub-female lead Emma—that’s too much.

No matter how I thought about it, it was absurd. I had no intention of dying again.

Having grasped the situation to some extent, I made an irritated expression. Cold sharpness filled my pretty eyes.

Perhaps seeing this side of Roa, which was so different from usual, for the first time, Patricia jumped back in shock. If my name really was Roa, then she was Patricia.

Patricia was Roa’s only biological sister and a stupid character.

After a while, I opened my mouth to confirm once more.

“……Sister Patricia?”

Is your name really Patricia?

Patricia looked at me with extremely confused eyes.

“What’s with you? What happened to your head? No, why are you so different from usual! It’s like you’re possessed.”

Oh! So you are Patricia.

By the way, Patricia’s mention of possession was accurate. I had died and come back to life.

Should I be happy about this or sad?

While confused, I shot back at Patricia with a harsh face.

“Shouldn’t you be happy your sister cured her stutter?”

“No! There’s no way that could happen suddenly!”

Patricia kept shaking her head, as if she didn’t want to believe this situation. The flashy jewels hanging on her body swayed.

Roa Seraphina, a supporting character in the book, was a stuttering character who was mistreated and abused by her family for supposedly tarnishing the family name. Then she was used by the villainess Emma, whom she thought was her friend, and died horribly.

Knowing all those events, there was no reason to be kind to the d*mn wicked Patricia.

I slowly approached her.

“Listen, sister.”

Patricia flinched momentarily.

“You should have a kind heart. Don’t you think?”

I grinned like a demon rising from hell.

It was the moment the second act of my life opened.

A brief silence flowed. Patricia froze with her mouth hanging open, very shocked.

‘This is the right way to do it, right?’

I’d acted as I wanted, but I wasn’t without worries. I’d never once thought I’d become a character transmigrated into a book.

A moment later, Patricia, having barely regained her senses, shouted with a hurt pride expression.

“Who, who are you to say such arrogant things!”

Huh?

I stared at her blankly. What’s so arrogant? Compared to what the Roa in the book went through, this was nothing.

I found Patricia, who was being brazenly shameless, terrible. Whenever I saw someone with absolutely no empathy, I was reminded of my biological father.

So I kept chewing over the novel’s content in my head. Thinking about how Roa always lived being victimized, I felt I shouldn’t back down like this.

I steeled my resolve and my eyes gleamed.

“I’m also a person of the Seraphina marquisate like you, sister. I’ve been treated like a beggar until now, but……”

Well, I didn’t think such an explanation would work on her.

“Right! How could someone as pathetic as you ever get married?”

As expected.

I had absolutely no interest in marriage, so when she started going on about it, I couldn’t help but laugh. I felt like I was on a comedy show.

“Hahaha!”

As I kept bursting into empty laughter, Patricia’s face turned bright red. She trembled all over with an expression full of shame.

I stared quietly at Patricia like that. She flinched briefly at my gaze, then gritted her teeth and raised her hand.

I immediately recognized what that motion meant.

She always hit Roa. Thanks to my keen senses, that action looked as slow as a video in slow motion.

Smack!

I swatted away Patricia’s hand with a beastly face. There was no way I would be subjected to violence again.

I spat out curses through my teeth.

‘What a f*cking family, seriously.’

Since the family environment was quite similar to my own past, I naturally empathized. There was no longer any need to choose my words carefully.

I looked down and said to Patricia.

“Why don’t you reflect on your shitty character for abusing your sister all this time just because she stuttered.”

Because I’m seriously disgusted and horrified enough to vomit.

At my words, Patricia gasped and her lips trembled. Her eyes were filled with confusion.

It was expected. The sister who had always accepted any insults, took beatings, and followed orders well had changed in an instant.

So I wanted to curse at her more. As much as Roa had suffered until now—no, even harder.

Having died of terminal pancreatic cancer, there was no need to live miserably in my second life too. I, who had become Roa Seraphina, absolutely didn’t want that.

“Patricia Seraphina.”

I called her full name in a low voice. Patricia bit her lip with an almost tearful expression.

“I have nothing more to say to you. Get lost right now.”

“D-Dad!”

Unable to handle my tremendous momentum, Patricia finally left the room to find reinforcements.

I rubbed my forehead, feeling my head ache slightly. From now on, a new storm of blood would surely sweep through the Seraphina marquisate.

But I can’t live being victimized like the Roa in the book, can I?

I wasn’t that kind of personality to begin with.

A moment later, I carefully emerged from the set-like room. I was a bit nervous, not knowing what would happen next.

I saw an antique corridor with green velvet carpet. As expected, it wasn’t a set—it really seemed to be the romance fantasy world I was thinking of.

D*mn it.

“Lady Roa!”

Then I heard a shrill woman’s voice from behind.

I awkwardly grabbed my fluttering skirt and turned around.

As I slowly examined who it was, a woman wearing a typical maid outfit approached me first. She had an ordinary appearance with freckles on her cheeks and nose.

“Huff, huff! Lady Roa! Are you alright? I was too late, wasn’t I?”

“Who……?”

I asked with a really dumb face. I’d read the book, but I couldn’t identify who people were just by looking at their appearance.

“What? You’re joking, right? It’s me, Belta!”

The woman who introduced herself as Belta widened her eyes.

“Belta……”

I calmly stroked my chin.

If it’s Belta, she’s probably the only person in the Seraphina marquisate who’s favorable toward Roa.

Roa’s one and only dedicated maid.

I looked at her with slightly sharp eyes.

“What do you mean you’re late?”

I needed to talk to her first to know what kind of person she was. Belta’s eyebrows drooped and she made a pitiful expression.

“Lady Patricia came up to nitpick over nothing again. I should have been by your side!”

I quietly watched Belta anxiously examining my body. I had no acquaintance with her in reality, but meeting a character who seemed to care for Roa made me wonder what to do.

Then Belta asked me.

“Are you hurt anywhere? Hmm?”

“No. I’m not.”

“She definitely went up very angry.”

“You said she nitpicks over nothing. That’s just how she is.”

“W-wait a moment!”

Belta, who had been tilting her head at my answer, soon jumped up like a spring in shock.

“L-Lady Roa!? You’re not stuttering! Come to think of it, earlier too!”

The reason she was surprised was simply because I wasn’t stuttering.

I carefully examined Belta’s eyes, which sparkled with complete emotion. My reflection appeared in her brown pupils.

Was her heart real or fake?

Honestly, I couldn’t tell since I hadn’t experienced it directly for a long time. According to the book’s content, she was the only person Roa trusted.

I clasped my hands behind my back and answered leisurely.

“I won’t stutter anymore.”

“My goodness! Lady Roa! You haven’t even received proper treatment!”

Moved, Belta hugged me tightly. My body’s center of gravity shifted sharply backward.

I was startled by the sudden physical contact. She was jumping around while hugging me, and I could feel she was a character very close to Roa normally. Otherwise, she couldn’t hug her master’s body without permission.

When was the last time someone hugged me like this? I couldn’t even remember.

I froze like a doll, unable to do anything. But even though it was sudden, it didn’t feel that bad.

Thump thump!

Then I heard someone’s footsteps coming up the stairs.

“Roa? Is what Patricia said true?”

A dignified voice tinged with slight anger.

Despite being Roa’s father, he was the Marquis Seraphina, who thoroughly discriminated against her compared to his other children.

Abundant hair, a broad forehead, and strong features that looked fierce even with slightly opened eyes. A typical middle-aged man with good physique and overflowing charisma.

Patricia linked arms with the marquis and glared at me. She looked like an ugly monkey clinging to a chimpanzee. The two had very similar appearances.

Was it said that Roa resembled her mother Rosana?

I glanced sideways at Belta worrying beside me, then walked forward confidently. Though my clothes were shabby, I thought my eyes at least were strong.