악녀님 빵 구워주세용 : Evil Lady, Please Bake Bread by 연백림
Chapter 1
“Fire!!”
I heard someone shouting in the distance.
There was a bright red light everywhere. I couldn't breathe because of the acrid smoke.
A harsh cough erupted incessantly.
'To die like this?'
I couldn't believe it.
Ever since I was little, I had only one dream.
I was starting my own bakery.
I have been working hard all my life, looking only at that dream.
After getting a baker's license, he got a job at a bakery.
Rarely did a day go by without burns and bruises on his hands and arms.
There were many times when I wanted to get rid of the stress because of the president of Kkondae and the guests.
But every time I thought of my dream, I endured it.
The money that I saved likewas a tenacious person by living a hard life. With that money, I opened my own little bakery.
Today was the first opening day of the bakery.
I did••••••.
My bakery was on fire.
To die in a fire before even receiving the first guest.
The drooping eyes closed. My bodily sensations were all blurred.
They say right before you die, your life passes by like a kaleidoscope.
It wasn't my case.
Numerous loaves of bread I hadn't even made yet were rolling around in front of me.
He held out his hand toward the appetizing-looking bread.
But no matter how much I stretched out my arms, I couldn't reach them.
A hoarse voice escaped from his lips.
"bread••••••."
belt ring.
A clear bell rang on my deafened ears.
A golden crest then floated in the air.
<<Your call has reached another world.>>
<<The bread-loving dragon responds to you!>>
<<You are summoned to another world!>>
And the whole world turned trasparent.
how much time has passed
“Huh!”
When I opened my eyes again, I was lying on a bed in an unfamiliar room.
The bedroom is so large that it could be considered a living room.
Loudly ornate medieval-style furniture was placed everywhere.
Confused, I looked around and slowly got up from the bed.
The uselessly fluttering lace pajamas made a clicking noise.
I walked over to the dressing table and looked in the mirror.
In the mirror, a doll-like girl was looking at me.
The young face, which looked about twelve or thirteen, was so unfamiliar.
Blond hair like flowing honey and blue eyes that twinkle like stars.
Her skin, without a single blemish, was a transparent ivory color.
But I couldn't afford to admire her beauty.
“Who is it?”
I fumbled in the mirror, completely white.
Just then, a knock rang through the room and a woman entered.
"miss. Are you awake?”
I frowned and asked again.
“A lady……?”
At that moment, a familiar bell rang out from somewhere.
Tiring!!
Letters floated in the air.
<<Warning! Inconsistent behavior. >>
The golden letters disappeared like smoke in an instant.
Have you seen anything in vain?
I rolled my head.
A lady dressed as a maid, who might have been there in the Middle Ages, called me a lady.
I stared at the woman and realized.
a strange room.
face for the first time.
A maid who calls me a lady.
It was an all too familiar development.
I came to another world.
'It looks like I possessed someone else's body.'
At that time, the lady-in-waiting with her head bowed closely approached with a gun.
The maid put down a wide bowl of water in front of me.
“I have prepared the washing water.”
I calmly washed my face with water from a bowl.
I've read novels about being possessed by other people's bodies.
Who are you here, where are you?
The maid immediately wiped her face and hands thoroughly with a clean cloth.
Her fingertips were full of caution.
It was unusual to see him looking at my mood and looking at me.
After staring at her, her eyes met with the lady-in-waiting.
The lady-in-waiting was startled. She hurriedly lowered her eyes and stepped back from her.
Then he bowed his head and apologized.
“I’m sorry!”
“••••••.”
Anyone who sees it will know that I tried to slap them on the cheek.
I didn't feel very good.
'under••••••. Could it be that root?'
In the romance fantasy novels I've read, possession is largely divided into two.
Possessing a heroine who has nothing and is unhappy but kind.
Or in the case of being possessed by a villain with a bad character even if you have money and power.
Judging from the lady-in-waiting's reaction, it seemed that I was the latter.
The future of the villain who harasses the main character is predetermined.
'Let's stay calm.'
Even if you were possessed by a villain, you could live if you kept your mind straight.
I thought of the numerous novels about possessing villains that I have seen so far.
For now, the future development has been decided to some extent.
With the help of the lady-in-waiting, I put on a long dress.
Someone came in with a knocking sound.
It was a man in a vest suit and a neat shirt.
It was a face that anyone could see calling out to be a butler.
"miss. His Excellency the Marquis is calling.”
I nodded and got up from my seat.
'Excellent Marquis••••••.'
The owner of the body I possessed must have been the young lady of the Marquis.
After getting ready, I just followed the butler's lead.
I was busy walking down the long marble-lined hallway, trying to pretend nothing was wrong.
The interior of the mansion, which I glanced at from a sidelong glance, was very splendid.
A huge portrait hung on the wall in the landing hallway.
It was a family portrait of a man and woman holding a blonde girl in their arms.
Then, a low voice came from below.
“Shuen.”
I turned my head.
A handsome middle-aged man stood under the stairs.
It was the man in the portrait.
'That person must be my father, the Marquis.'
I went down the stairs, being careful not to step on the hem of my long skirt.
Only then did the little boy behind the marquis come into view.
The gray-haired boy was thin, so it was difficult to guess his age.
It was embarrassing to see the skinny wrists and slender cheeks.
Dark shadows were cast around his eyes because of his haphazardly grown bangs.
The boy's eyes turned this way as if he felt the stare staring at him.
The moment our eyes met, I felt a strange intuition.
The Marquis said to me.
“Shuen. say hello.”
I frowned.
'Shuen? Something is familiar.'
While tracing his memory, the Marquis glanced at the boy and said,
“I am a child who will live in the mansion from today. Treat him like a younger brother.”
"••••••yes?"
“At the request of Aunt Maryanko, I decided to become her guardian.”
The Marquis put a hand on the boy's shoulder and introduced him.
“My name is Izael. I am eleven years old, two years younger than you.”
I just froze.
Isabelle?
Gwangryong's contractor, Izael?
He was the villain in a novel I read before I died.
'Could I have been possessed in that novel?!'
I was dumbfounded.
The title of the novel is <This Life with the Dragon>.
It was a fantasy novel that gained popularity with a solid story and overflowing cider.
The outline of the novel was as follows.
After being reincarnated, the male protagonist who died unfairly makes a contract with the dragon.
It was a decent story in which the main character wanders around the continent with a dragon and gathers friends.
However, this novel was successful not because of the main character, but because of the villain.
Izael, the contractor of the light dragon Acaterian.
Izael was the strongest villain in the world with a power comparable to that of the main character.
He does all sorts of evil things and always makes the main character frustrated.
Naturally, readers hated Izael.
-Are you Izael again?
-When will Izael die?
However, readers' opinions about Izael have changed.
As a special side story, Izael's past and illustrations were revealed.
Izael was born as the son of the lord of the Magic Tower.
Although he was a so-called top spoon, he was separated from his father at the young age of six.
From then on, Izael went through all the misfortunes of the world and constantly rolled.
As the revealed past was so pitiful, the readers were of one heart and one mind before they knew it.
Crucially, everyone turned their eyes to the published illustrations of Izael.
Transparent silver hair and purple eyes that seemed to have a lot of stories.
It was such a handsome face that one could say that beans are red beans.
-Starting today, I withdraw my support for Izael. Izael and I are one body from now on, and any attack on Izael is regarded as an attack against me.
-No offense! Our Izael is innocent!
-The main character is bad. I feel sorry for Izael.
The reason I read this novel was because I saw a post about Izael.
From the title, it was 'a villain who is more like the main character than the main character.jpg', but the comments on it were spectacular.
-That's right, he's not that bad. just killed some people
-Our Izael said he was going to kill some people. What's wrong with that?
-My friend who saw Izael without knowing he was a villain is currently rooting for Izael.
Izael has become a favorite of many readers.
I, too, loved Izael.
As Izael gained popularity, the writer worked harder to reveal Izael's past.
Izael's life changed when he signed a contract with Gwangryong.
Completely trasparentened, Izael begins bloody revenge on those who harassed him.
The first person he visited was his step-sister.
A time when Izael was most desperate.
It was when she entered the family of Marquis Felicita.
At the request of a relative, the Marquis decided to take care of Izael and raise him until he came of age.
Marquis Felicita was indifferent but not a bad person.
However, the only daughter of the Marquis was a problem.
A face that looks kind like an angel, but a personality that doesn't.
She tortured Izael terribly.
He fed them insects, beat them to dust, and even separated them from Marquis Felicita.
He even gets falsely accused of killing Izael and kicks him out of the family.
If Izael was a villain, it was his trashy older sister who made him that way.
Readers who were overly immersed in the misfortune narrative called the older sister 'Cheval.'
The story of Izael's revenge on his older sister made the readers incredibly happy.
-Shuval is finally here!!
-Let's only walk on flowery paths in front of Izael!
- Goodbye, Schwarz. I do not go out to see you off.
I was excited and wrote a comment at the time.
-It was dirty meeting Schvala, let's not meet again.
It was so••••••.
The boy cautiously said to me who was standing in a daze of shock.
“Shuen•••••• older sister.”
Alias, Cheval.
Name, Shuen Felicita
That was the body I possessed.
'I'm Cheval!!'