After I got into a car accident, I opened my eyes and I was in a different world.
Wasn’t this a situation that only appeared in novels or manga?
The moment I woke up, there was a big ‘portrait’ hanging in the middle of the room.
Silver hair as the moonlight, narrow eyes like a cat and clear like the sky.
I could see her face that was beautiful.
A thin, but slender beauty, who resembled a woman in a portrait, was in it.
I had been awake for an hour.
Yeaneun hit herself in the head, hoping to wake up form this dream.
It only hurt and I bore the pain.
There was no waking up from this dream.
“Hah, I’m begging you…”
This place was inside [ The Beloved Saint. ]
How did I know that?
Just as the owner of the body were themselves, their memories came naturally to mind.
Rachel Agnus.
Duchess Agnus, and a vassal of the Castor Empire.
Half a year ago, the Duke and Duchess passed away from an accident and she took over the title.
‘I can’t not know Agnus.’
It was the most famous family.
So what was the role of this body in [ The Beloved Saint ]?
‘…Haa. There is no such person.’
Before the original began.
It was because the author made ‘Reese Agnus,’ the main villain in this novel, kill her to become the Duchess.
“You’re crazy! Crazy! I’m the half-sister of the villain!”
Reese was the illegitimate child of the previous Duke of Agnus.
After living as a commoner from outside, she got into the family when the previous died of alcoholism.
Reese, who was young and pure, became increasingly tainted as she suffered all kinds of humiliation.
“Let’s see, so this is 10 years before the original began?”
So that meant that this body would die from alcohol within this year.
I was freaking out because this body had a deadline.
“W, well, it’s okay. All I have to do is stop drinking! Yeah!”
The original novel said that they died from a bottle of alcohol, so if I stop drinking, it would be okay!
If I go back to reality, I would have to deal with is a broken body from a car accident.
My parents probably won’t even contact me, and my bank account would be close to 0.
But I become the owner of this huge chunk of land?
Even my half-sister is a lovely person!
The one who I had been waiting for.
In this world, I’m going to live with Reese until I become a white haired grandmother!
I was imagining a pleasant life of virtue for this world, until someone opened the door.
Kitak.
Yeaneun, no, Rachel looked at the person who opened the door without knocking embarrassedly.
She was a woman in her sixties with brown hair and brown eyes.
Come on.
The woman froze and was surprised when her eyes met mine on the bed.
‘She is…’
Thanks to the memories left by the original owner, the information about this woman came to me naturally.
She was a maid, Abigail.
As a former Countess, she joined as a maid for 10 years after her husband passed away.
“What’s going on?”
“I, I’m sorry. Did you knock on the door before?”
“Why are you so busy in the morning?”
“Duchess, let’s get the painful things out of the way for a long time. A drink will make your family feel better.”
“The Agnus family is not as prone to problems as you want it to be.”
“Everything is fine. Hard work goes in the hands of others. It is wise to leave it to the person who decides.”
Abigail made Rachel incompetent with tax frauds and alcohol.
She continued until she recieved power from this mentally weak body…
‘…But if the Duchess’s power was added to Abigail’s background, she would reign.’
She was the wife of the Count of Waver, who was under the influence of the Duke of Agnus.
Count Waver should’ve been protecting the family’s resources.
She was a manipulative woman who would be sentenced to death by Reese, who later took control of the Agnus family, but she had to be purged with her own hands.
She was the culprit for my favourite’s hard life!
“This is the Duke’s favorite wine from Lewis. Look at this color.”
Abigail held out a glass of wine.
I can’t believe you’re offering a drink to a drunkard who’s going to die!
“Abbi. I don’t want to see alcohol for a while, so put it away.”
She frowned and shook her head.
“There is no better medicine for a headache. I will bring it back after you taking a deep breath.”
From every angle, that was bullshit.
How about growing up?
While she was holding it in, she was thinking of playing the Duchess.
“Abbi.”
“Eh?”
Abigail tilted her head as if puzzled by my cold voice.
“I will wash. Get some water.”
“Yes. So you will drink it while in a bath…”
“You’re bothering me today.”
Abigail’s expression froze as she made a careless mistake.
“…It’ll be ready in a minute.”
Would I even have time to rest?
Currently, this body was 20 years old.
I was a Duchess, but for half a year I neglected my work and drank alcohol.
There was a lot of work to do for Reese’s flower path.
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