"bravo!"
When the performance was over, I screamed like crazy.
Surprised by the cheers, the women covered their mouths with fans and backed away, but who knows?
I'm destined to die in 15 days anyway.
“Come on, everyone, let’s not be so face-to-face and let’s just play. Another drink here!”
Everyone knows who I am, so I was about to take off my mask, but I decided to hold it in.
I really liked the ornament on the mask made of finches' tail feathers.
My name is Liberata Bernadette.
She is the daughter of Marquis Bernadette, who has just turned 20.
Flawless skin with well-curled brown hair. Anyone can see that she has a beautiful appearance, but she is actually a rare villain.
Well, it's not like I'm a real villain.
I had just fallen asleep while reading the novel, "Leonie in the Blues". She read intently until late. It was interesting to read, and the male lead was pretty cool-
Even reading the scene where the wicked woman dies is so refreshing! I thought
When I opened my eyes, I found myself in a novel.
It was also true that I was slightly looking forward to it because sometimes it progresses in a different flow than the novel.
Great sub-men following me one after another, or the cold male lead clinging to me.
But what is this, just like the original, I was thoroughly just a villain.
A supporting actor who commits evil deeds and disappears in the dew of the execution ground.
Yes, for a moment, the romantic thing I expected didn't happen to me.
Anyway, that's how I became a damn real villainess.
I didn't even understand all of this nonsense, but the story flowed like crazy.
Then, before I could do anything, I suffered all sorts of misunderstandings and accusations, and died powerless on St. Aubenley's day.
In fact, I was scared right before I died, but on the other hand, I thought it was fortunate that the story was over.
The moment I closed my eyes, I thought I could go back.
It was short, but I was annoyed, and I died happily thinking that I wouldn't read anything even out of the corner of my eye!
What is this, when I opened my eyes, I was still in the 'blue sky Leonie'.
I died about 19 times like this, and today is the 20th regression.
It returns again and again to the day Leonie, the heroine, meets the male protagonist.
Perhaps because it was an important day for Leonie, I returned to the masquerade ball held at the grand duke's mansion every time.
"Ribe, stop drinking now."
The kind woman who stole this drink now is the heroine, Leonie Almaz.
She is kind, lovable, and everyone likes her.
“Oh, one more drink. please!"
“Oh, yes. I've had enough now."
My role is to bully this nice, innocent woman for what it is.
In the novel, Liberata has been close to Leonie since they were children.
However, as she grows up, Liberata becomes jealous and hates Leoni.
Then, in the end, he has a grudge against Leonie for his talkative fiancée, and he is a vicious character who locks up and even kills Leonie's cat to hurt her.
oh my god I can't catch a single bug, let alone a cat.
I thought it would be okay to live as if I were dead, so at first I just stayed calm in the mansion.
However, all sorts of false accusations were covered... … Eventually he died.
To avoid being framed (to create an alibi), he invited his friends to a tea party, but the tea he prepared was poisoned and his friends were killed.
Wow, this was really embarrassing.
result? What is hanging?
It was also recorded as a rare evil woman, and on the last day of the festival commemorating St. Obenly-
dead.
After repeating this nineteen times, I realized that I was destined to commit a sin one way or another and die.
I was not allowed to live by myself in the novel- I was frustrated with my wish to go back to reality after seeing the ending- and I only knew that there was only one road ahead of me.
Repeating life for 15 days like a squirrel on a treadmill.
So what are you going to do now?
I'll just die.
I'm going to die after 15 days anyway.
Ah, by any chance, is this novel trying to make me a villain like this?
“Libe, I’m just going back. Would you like to go to the carriage with me?”
Leonie would leave the ballroom first like this, and the male lead would follow her.
I don't know after that.
Anyway, the two of them fall in love like that, and here I meet the man who will be engaged to me.
But the catastrophe begins when he proposes to Leonie.
Ha, I don't know. Proposing or not, I have no intention of killing a cat or getting married!
there's only one thing i want
I'm just getting out of this novel somehow.
But I still haven't figured out how to get out of here.
Even no matter what I do, it doesn't go my way, so now I'm in a state of 'whatever happens'.
It was when I was pouring and drinking.
“Ah, sorry.”
He stumbled and touched the woman standing behind him.
“Be careful!”
"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."
While bowing her head, the red-haired woman gave a snort and went away.
“Ribe, are you okay?”
"Yes."
“Let’s go. I am going to leave now.”
“No, I want to play a little longer. I'll go on my own.”
As I gulped down the champagne again, Leonie stared at me with a somewhat startled look.
“Ribe, are you really okay?”
“Uh, it’s okay.”
After sending the worried Leonie back, I really enjoyed myself.
Yeah, wouldn't a ghost who died while playing be nice?
Mixing and shaking all kinds of cocktails, folding dresses roughly and doing tap dances with excitement.
I'm a little tired, so I'm going to a corner seat, but the ground seems to be coming towards me.
"uh!"
I thought I would stumble and find my balance, but it seems that I had too much alcohol.
Ah, if you fall down here, your reputation as a wicked woman is out of the question.
As I was about to fall to the floor, someone supported my back.
Startled by the touch on his back and shoulders, he tried to raise himself up, but his limbs wouldn't listen.
"sorry… … .”
Because of the mask, the face cannot be seen clearly.
Besides, it looks more and more blurry, is it because of my mood?
Anyway, I managed to get up and get out of the man's arms.
My face is hot, perhaps because of the heat that still remains on my back.
I almost threw the mask and slashed my hands.
He staggered forward, but this time his shoes were a problem.
The moment I was about to fall again, the man grabbed my wrist.
“Dude, you seem very drunk.”
"It's okay."
I put my hand up and take a step forward.
Then, I think something popped and made a noise.
Unfortunately, my memory ended there.