I’m Disturbed to See The Future of The Villain

A young lady who had stopped eating and drinking was lying in bed motionless like a dead person.

“It’s extremely difficult to attend two Masters. I’d rather die.”

“Shh! She’ll hear you.”

“I don’t care. I don’t care whether she hears or not.”

“What should I do with this food? She’s not going to eat it anyway, so should I take it back?”

“Leave it. If she dies like that, they might say that we starved her to death.”

“Did you know? The real mistress will give you a reward. Hahaha.”

The laughter of the maids giggling as they whispered amongst themselves echoed throughout the room.

The maids did not care about the young lady lying on the bed.

The person on the bed was the castle’s Lord’s wife, but no one treated her as a master or feared her.

The young lady’s face, with her eyes closed and clearly listening to all the arrogant stories of the maids, was pitiful.

For her, the maids acted more improperly, as if they didn’t know their place.

The maids who had cleaned the room roughly and carelessly slammed the door shut and left.

She was left alone in the room.

Light brown hair with scattered wavy lines and lovely eyes, nose, and mouth with no ugly corners. The dried golden brown eyelashes quivering.

Looking at her face, she still hasn’t shed her youth, but she was undoubtedly the mistress of this castle.

Garnet Willinger, wife of Lord Willinger.

An extra in the novel called <A Flower Blooming in Darkness>.

She was just a pitiful woman who met her husband by mistake and died young as a dusty character whose name was not mentioned in the introduction.

She raised her eyelashes with difficulty and opened her eyes.

Her blue eyes fluttered in shock and fear.

Because that was me, Garnet Willinger.

* * *

“I’m going crazy. Really.”

I ran barefoot to the dressing table again.

A face only seen in foreign movies and an antique room reminiscent of a medieval setting. Nothing has changed since I woke up yesterday.

I thought I would wake up from this fantasy-like dream after a nap, but it remained the same.

I’ve seen a few absurd things in my 20 years of life, but this was the first time I’d seen such an outrageous thing.

“How the hell did this happen… eub!”

I covered my mouth in surprise as my voice rose.

I was afraid the maids in the hallway might come back.

It was difficult to hear rumors that Lord Willinger’s wife had gone crazy.

‘Oh, I can’t do this. Let’s go back to bed. Let’s go back and calmly organize my thoughts.’

I tip toed and crept back to bed.

‘Oh, it’s a dream.’

The strange thing was that the appearance, the world, everything changed overnight, but there was one thing that didn’t change.

It was a recurring migraine that pierced my temple whenever I was disturbed.

I put on a blanket and thought about the dawn, the last day of my life.

Obviously, I took the shuttle bus at dawn and went to work part-time.

I hit my head several times in the window while dozing off, and I rushed down with the crowd and went to the logistics warehouse.

I was looking at the device and putting things in the box as usual, but one thing I was looking for was up high and out of reach.

‘Where’s the ladder?’

I dragged the ladder, climbed precariously, and extended my hand.

‘A little bit more, a little bit more… ‘

I tripped over the object several times. My arms and legs were trembling as if they were cramping.

When I stood up close, I caught it between my finger.

I got it!

At that moment, my body staggered and fell down the ladder.

As the ladder fell, a clunking sound was heard as the items on the shelf fell over.

My vision was blurry, and I felt as if I were floating in dizziness.

That was my last memory.

When I woke up in this room yesterday, I was dangling on some antique ceiling.

‘Oh, my! What is this!’

I pulled the rope around my neck as hard as I could to survive.

The rope tightened more and more as my body struggled in the air, and my consciousness gradually blurred.

My hand, which was struggling to release the rope, suddenly fell down weakly.

‘No!’

I thought I’d awoken from a dream, but it was the same antique room.

I rubbed my neck and gasped for air as if I were really strangled.

The bed and pajamas were soaked with sweat.

When I heard the door open, I pretended to be asleep.

“I heard that General Marcus has been doing a great job lately. The local lords are flocking there.”

“Don’t say that. How can a demon like Grand Duke Shiraz compare to an ordinary human?”

“Which side will our Lord Willinger be on?”

“Wherever he goes, I will stick to the winning side. Otherwise, we are all dead.”

“But don’t you think the Lord’s wife slept too long? She just keep sleeping yesterday and today. Like a dead person.”

The maids whispered as they thought I was still sleeping.

After hearing their stories, I realized something strange had happened to me.

It had something to do with the fact that this body I possessed was an extra in Rofan.

I clenched my fists inside the blanket.

‘Even if I possessed her!’

A dusty extra in the original story that hangs herself from the ceiling with her own hands and dies.

Besides, there was a reason I kept having nightmares about strangling.

Because that was something that will happen to this body sooner or later.

Listening to the maids’ stories, it was just the beginning of the story.

I relied on my hazy memory to recall the original story.

I racked my brain for any more information about Garnet Willinger, but all I remembered was that she was going to kill herself soon.

Even I skipped through the sad scene with little emotion.

To be honest, I didn’t feel too bad because she was such a minor role.

Lennon Willinger, her husband, was brutally beheaded in exchange for betraying Shiraz Rudkaev as a local lord.

Like the conversation between the maids, in the story between General Marcus and Grand Duke Shiraz, the male protagonist of the original story, Lennon Willinger was killed for being a disloyal subject.

In short, my husband was the worst person in many ways, and I was on the verge of death.

‘I can’t just lie down without a measure like this.’

I’d had enough of the absurd, hopeless, and annoying feelings for two days, so I had to accept them now.

I have to face reality to be able to come up with countermeasures.

As soon as the maids left the room, I got up from the bed and wandered around the room anxiously biting my nails.

I tried to think of the plot of the original story that I read, step by step.

The conversations left by the maids helped me understand the current situation like rain in a drought.

‘It was the devilish Grand Duke Shiraz. Seeing that the Lords are attached to General Marcus, the only thing left is Willinger betraying Shiraz and dying.’

It doesn’t really matter to this body where the story in the novel has progressed.

‘Cause I’m destined to die in the beginning anyway.’

Fortunately, it seemed that my husband was not completely attached to General Marcus yet.

‘Then there is still time. Before the devil comes.’

I trembled as I thought of Shiraz in the original story. Just the mere thought of it gave me chills.

Who is Shiraz Rudkaev?

He is a bloodthirsty Grand Duke with no mercy, a cold-blooded man who killed his uncle, the Emperor, and his cousins with his own hands.

Grand Duke Shiraz, who has long been loyal to the Emperor, suddenly loses his taste for something. From then on, he began a bloody slaughter that engulfed the Empire in chaos and terror.

Garnet Willinger, whom I possessed, knew that the Grand Duke Shiraz had come all the way and asked her husband, the Lord, to commit suicide together.

However, the Lord abandoned his wife and ran away alone.

In the end, Garnet chooses to commit suicide by staying in the castle until the end as the Lord’s wife.

You might think of it as a more dignified death than a Lord who waits on the floor like a dog and was beheaded, but…

‘Bullshit. What so dignified about freezing to death!’

I shuddered and ran barefoot to the dressing table.

‘There’s no dignified death in the world! It’s just a useless death.’

I took out the old letter from the bottom drawer and opened it.

I discovered it while searching the room when I first awoke in this room.

[My brother Aiden Kirkram.

You’ve been gone for quite some time. In my hometown, I was tasked with overseeing the monastery.

Don’t keep wandering around; I’m hoping you’ll return to your hometown and assist me with my work. I reserved a spot for you.

I heard you have a daughter. I want to see my nephew’s face. Then I’ll wait for your reply.]

I read the short letter aloud over and over again.

Kirkram is Garnet’s father’s surname, and she was Garnet Kirkram until she married the Lord.

So, when Garnet’s father died, this letter was delivered to her as a keepsake from her uncle in the Duchy of Mahat.

From the looks of it, he seemed to have held a fairly high position in the Duchy of Mahat.

‘I’m sure he’s not a bad person if he’s in charge of the monastery.’

Even when people were cornered, there was said to be at least one opening in which to live. It was fortunate that there was a place to escape.

‘I must run away from this castle before Grand Duke Shiraz attacks!’

I made up my mind as I stared at myself in the mirror.

I have wheat-like hair and creamy skin in the warm sunshine. And cold blue eyes resembling the autumn sky

It was too beautiful considering the appearance of an extra who was going to die soon. The more I looked at it, the more familiar it seemed to me as if I had fallen in love with this body I possessed.

“That’s right, Garnet. Let’s not die, let’s live!”

Despite my fear, I forced a smile and spoke to Garnet in the mirror as if I was determined.