CH 1

If the lives of ordinary people were somehow comparable with a meal, my life was like a bowl of unfortunate rice mixed with all kinds of dark things.

Born in a brothel, I didn’t know my father’s name or face. When I was three years old, while living in a poor family, I met my younger sister.

I was born with all the misery and misfortunes in the world. All kinds of lovely things.

My lovely little sister, who shined brightly like a spring fairy, didn’t want me to live like a back alley gutter rat, and I wanted to let her live a proper life.

But God was indifferent to our wishes.

When I was seven years old, my mother died leaving only an old, narrow house, and I had to work desperately to feed Aria. It was hard to have a meal every day.

To make matters worse, one day at the age of eight, Aria suddenly started to be ill.

Neither the cause nor the treatment was known. Her condition deteriorated over time. But I couldn’t let Aria go like that.

She was the only color of my achromatic life, and she was a precious person to me.

Drugs that could temporarily improve Aria’s condition were very rare. I started to wield a sword when I was 10 years old, working my ass off to buy them.

Since then, it had been a life full of the smell of blood.

As I constantly jumped into the areas where demons appeared, my sword skills improved rapidly. In the Empire, I was known as “The Black Disaster”.

Then one day at the age of 18.

On the day I went back home after finishing my commission, I sprained my foot and hit my head on the ground while the pain spread.

I remembered my past life.

***

I opened my eyes slowly with a throbbing headache.

It was a familiar white ceiling. It was a single-person hospital room that was used as my private room every time I collapsed.

Looks like someone took me to the hospital.

I felt grateful to the unknown person and I struggled to raise myself, but the back of my neck stiffened.

“Sister….”

It was a sweet and thin girl’s voice. It was a sad tone, but the chill in it was so cold that it gave me goosebumps. I turned my head to her side.

Pink wavy hair like cherry blossoms. Deep blue eyes under the rich eyelashes. She was a lovely girl who possessed a beautiful appearance.

“Aria…?”

It was my lovely sister, Aria.

I jumped up and looked at her condition. She was extremely pale and had a bad look on her face, but she didn’t seem to be in pain.

“What’s wrong with you?”

I was worried that she might catch a cold while being outside on a cold winter day.

“Why did you come out? Rest at home.”

I wrapped a blanket around Aria and I anxiously examined her.

Her fists were trembling, and her face was gloomy. There was a chill in the air.

“Are you worried about me now? You fainted on the street with blood on your head, and you are worried about me..?”

The whisper was full of boiling emotions. I was nervous because I was afraid of those cold, blazing sky-light eyes.

“Because you’re sick….”

Aria’s eyes widened as she stomped on the floor with her foot. She threw away the blanket.

“Do you think I’m not gonna worry about you? Do you think you’re the only one who cares about me? I’m worried about you, too! You never tell me what you’re doing! You’re always hurt when you come back! I can see you’re overdoing it, but you don’t want to rest! You don’t listen to me when I ask you to stop working! Please… you should be worried about yourself! I told you before that you don’t have to cure my illness!”

So far, Aria wasn’t aware that I was a mercenary. It was a dangerous job, so she would ask me to quit right away, and I didn’t want to worry my sick sister.

I was anxious about making money, so I went to work without a day off. I guess she had a lot of worries because of that.

I glanced at Aria with a glum look. Aria took a deep breath trying to suppress her emotions, and eventually shed a big teardrop.

“I don’t want you to have a hard time because of me….”

I bit my lip and approached Aria, hugging her small body. My heart was broken to see Aria crying in my arms.

My sister is lovely.

Sighed softly, I stroked Aria’s soft hair that was delicately intertwined between my fingers.

Obviously, there was a big height difference from when she was young, but Aria, who grew up matching my eye level, still cried like a child.

No matter how big she is, she is still a child.

I patted Aria on the back.

“Sorry, I should have been careful not to worry you. But it’s really okay.”

“Again! It doesn’t matter if you say it every day.”

Aria sobbed and slapped me on the chest.

I was sorry, but it didn’t hurt at all. I rolled my eyes while pretending to be a little hurt so that Aria wouldn’t be embarrassed. But in fact, my physical condition was normal except for being tired.

The blood on my clothes wasn’t mine, but of the demon, and the wound was just a scratch.

I had a little headache, but… it wasn’t serious enough.

The most serious problem was another.

My head was tangled like a thread played by a cat. A cold sweat ran down my back. My mouth dried up, and I gulped down.

The whole problem started when I slipped a little while ago, and hit my head on the ground.

Believe it or not, the moment I hit my head, I recalled my past life.

In my past life, my name was Lee Yoon. I was an orphan who studied military science in a country called South Korea, a country on the planet Earth.

In my previous life, my environment was dreadful as it was now, and I lived as stubborn as I did today.

In my previous life, I died of a heart attack in my mid-30s. I was a lonely person.

It was an unfair death that she suffered just before she finally became a professor at a prestigious university after earning a doctorate in military science.

It was unfair, but it was just a past life. They were memories of my past self so it was a strange experience. But I couldn’t take this situation lightly.

“Fairy Night.”

Apparently this word was the name of a romance fantasy novel I had read in my previous life.

Born in the back alley, the beautiful Count’s daughter, who descended from the fairy king, Aria de Freya.

She was born in a shameless backstreet with noble blood on her veins but grew up in difficult circumstances.

She had been ill since she was young.

It was a rare disease with an unknown cause or treatment, and it was a fatal disease that got worse as one grew up.

Aria, who had been ill for a long time, collapsed on the road one day when she was 15 years old.

Just in time, Count Freya found her, and he took her to his house.

Aria managed to survive thanks to the medicines given by the Count, and at the recommendation of the Count and his wife, she stayed in their mansion for a while.

In the meantime, she, who captivated not only the hearts of the couple but also of the servants, became “Aria Freya” at the request of the Count and the Countess who had no children.

After that, Aria, who entered society, flirted with talented male characters and saved the world when she had time.

The romance of a beautiful half-fairy half-human heroine flirting around with hot guys.

Although it was a cliché story, it became a bestseller with an attractive style, and a neat development, and I enjoyed reading it in my previous life.

But the problem started here.

My beloved sister of 15 years was the heroine of a romance fantasy novel!

This world was in a novel!

Basically, Aria, who had a flower path in front of her, had to go through several trials to awaken.

Why does Aria need to go through trials? But, she needs to be awakened.

It was awful to think of putting my precious sister in some dangerous situations to awaken her.

In addition, I too appeared in the novel, and I could only sigh when I thought of Kashmir Chrysis.

The Kashmir of the novel was the villain in charge of one of the “many” trials that Aria had to go through, and the younger half-sister of one of the male lead candidates.

Born in a brothel between a prostitute and Duke Caesar Chrysis, Kashmir accidentally learned the secret of her birth while living with Aria in the back alley.

Whether ignorant or brave, she fearlessly visited the Duke and demanded to be accepted as her daughter.

She was admitted thanks to the Duke’s mercy, but she became more twisted because of the criticism of the noble society for being an illegitimate child.

Kashmir reunited after a decade with Aria, who had become the Count’s daughter.

Unlike her who was left behind and ignored, Aria was loved.

Kashmir became a wicked woman, driven by jealousy and inferiority complex.

She was just a jealous villain of a typical romance novel.

I’m not crazy to bother my lovely sister. Whether it’s the original story, there is no way I would do something bad to Aria unless I went crazy.

However, what was worrisome was that the original story became a mess as I, who was different from the original Kashmir, got involved.

Kashmir left the back alley at the age of 10 to visit the Duke. But I had been with Aria so far.

She had lived with Aria until she was 10 years old, and wasn’t interested in Aria, so she had never tried to cure her disease.

As Kashmir wasn’t such an important character, it might not be a huge problem to have changed the flow of the novel. But it was true that I was worried that it might create a butterfly effect.

The spring blossom-colored hair of Aria slowly fluttered down.

I wanted Aria to be happy, without even going through the short trials like in the novel.

“Aria.”

I lifted Aria’s chin slightly and met her watery eyes.

I gave a light kiss on her forehead.

“I’ll make you happy.”

A promise that I had made ever since Aria started to get sick. It was a promise that I hadn’t kept yet, but now I thought I really could.

It didn’t matter if it was different from the original story. I would make Aria happy.

“I can do anything for you.”

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Aria breathed heartfeltly.

“As long as my sister is safe. Living with my healthy sister is my happiness.”

I smiled and messed up her hair.

My lovely sister had a very kind heart.