1. Engagement
Han Jeong-yeon thought. She wondered if she would have a really lucky life. She was born in a modest middle-class family, grew up unaware of hardships, moderately dated, and lived a moderately successful life. At age 30, she had her own house, not a charter or her monthly rent, so she said it all.
If it had not been for her sudden diagnosis of terminal cancer, her life would have been more fortunate. However, Han Jeong-yeon thought she was lucky too.
She doesn’t have to watch her own misery as she goes through painful chemotherapy and her dying. As she was on the road, she was suddenly hit by a truck that rushed her and she felt no pain and she died instantly, so she could see that she had a comfortable death.
Yes, it depends on how she has her mindset. I’m on the lucky side.
“Bocchan, are you okay?”
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Memories flowed in that I didn’t have until I passed out for a while after being hit by her wooden sword. Her eyes are open, but her mind has not yet returned.
The knights around Froden looked at the knight commander holding a wooden sword with anxious eyes.
“I knew the captain would have an accident someday.”
“Which Knight Commander is going to strike the young boy of the family he serves as if splitting the head?”
“As expected, Captain. The scale of thinking and playing is also unique! Exciting! Always fresh!”
“…Everybody shut up.”
The commander of the Knights, suppressing his anger at the chatter of the knights around him, put down his wooden sword and approached Froden. Eyes open, but no response.
There’s really nothing wrong with that.
“Bocchan?”
“Whoa!”
“Oops!”
Froden, who had been still without blinking his eyes, suddenly stood up and screamed. Seeing Froden’s sudden surprise, the Knight Commander screamed in genuine surprise.
“Puhahahaha! The captain is always beaten, but he never learns!”
The captain of the knights let out a sigh at the sight of Froden laughing loudly while holding onto his stomach. Even though he was 10 years old, he was still a mischievous boy.
“Puheheheeng! Oh my gosh! Oops!”
The knights around him were assimilated into such a boy and laughed together and joined in the teasing. As a knight, I can’t even make a loud noise to the young master, but the members have a different stance.
“The power set.”
Everyone stopped laughing at the voice of the knight commander, which penetrated into their ears despite the low-pitched voice.
“Everyone runs around the parade ground 20 times. Practice.”
“Yes!”
It was a scene that could be misunderstood as if someone were giving a boost to venting their anger.
“Because the captain is too soft. It’s training time anyway. Pretend to punish.”
“It’s really for the sake of the fainting boy’s face.”
“I feel like my head is going to split. Are you really not hitting too hard? I am still a weak child.”
“Can I call the priest?”
“Okay, what about the priest? It’s just a lump.”
I brushed off my dusty clothes and stood up. Froden softly touched his head. A large lump was felt along with the pain that pierced the entire body.
“Shall we call the priest?”
Looking at Froden, who was making weak noises as he touched his hump, the knight commander laughed softly. Froden glared at the knight commander and headed for the mansion.
“Don’t roll too hard, members.”
Seeing the young boy waving his hand and walking away, the captain of the knights responded loudly.
——
“What the hell is this memory?”
When you get hit in the head and sparks fly in front of your eyes. Strange memories flooded into Froden’s mind. Memories of a world completely different from this place.
He was Han Jeong-yeon in my memory, and he is Proden as of now. Did it remind you of memories from your previous life that you only saw in novels?
“I read too many books.”
These days, I’m tired of academic books, so I read novels at the same time, and it’s like this. It wasn’t just that his father told him to read novels in moderation.
“Earth, Korea, Han Jeong-yeon, previous life, another world?”
I brought a pen and paper and devoured my memory, jotting down the words that I remembered intensely. Maybe you don’t know If you write a novel based on this memory, a great work might come out. It could be a popular writer.
“A bird made of iron that flies in the sky, a car that moves silently. And porn…?”
Suddenly, with intense sparks, a flesh-colored video played in my head. Starting with a dense and sticky kiss, to copulation with a sloppy and obscene sound. It was such a stimulating memory for a 10-year-old child.
But I can’t stop. Froden eventually replayed the video in his head to the end.
“Memories can be taken out and played back at will, like some sort of image storage marble.”
Recalling it as a memory from a previous life did not change his personality or cause confusion in his memory. That’s why I ended up dismissing it as a sudden inspiration. However, this memory was too detailed to say so.
Is it because a person’s life is contained as it is? Froden stopped the pen he was scribbling on and spun his thoughts.
“Memories of previous lives are just memories. It has no effect on me now.”
It felt like a very contrived and convenient setup. I could take out and check any memory or information as I wanted, and there was no feeling of forgetting it. The massive amount gave me a headache, but I didn’t mind.
It feels like a new library has been opened in my head.
“So, am I reincarnated in a different world like the novels I often read in my previous life?”
Even if you find out the secret of your birth, it won’t be this shocking. It was like confirming the possibility of another world that wizards had studied and discussed for hundreds of years.
Of course, no one will believe Froden’s words. Young master of the duke’s family was still just a child and didn’t even have a degree. It is clear that they will just dismiss it as a delusion and ignore it. Of course, even if someone trusted him, nothing would benefit Froden.
“It’s a pity that it’s not a story from a novel I read in my previous life, like being possessed. If that was the case, I would have lived while sucking my teeth.”
The story of going back and forth between this world and the other world with a smartphone came to mind. I’d rather have that ability.
“Still, judging from the memories of my previous life, this really is a different world. There are monsters, there are magic, and even the identity system! It’s a perfect fantasy world!”
I tried to pretend to be excited by borrowing memories from my previous life, but in the middle of it, the excitement cooled down. A past life is a past life, and this is now. No matter how much I recalled my past life, it felt like I was looking at the past stored in a video storage device. It was just a bunch of information.
“Hee hee, but I can make some money if I use this information well.”
It was rather exciting to think of what to do with this information in the future. I was so excited that I wanted to dance at least, but I took it upon myself.
“First of all, let’s make an information guild!”
Based on the memories of her previous life, Froden started moving for her future.
———
Her time passed and she turned 15. Froden went to her office at the duke’s sudden call.
“Hadoon, do you know what’s going on? It’s been a while since my father called me so suddenly.”
Hadun, who was walking upright, turned her head slightly and replied.
“You did not give me the details. Perhaps it would be better to hear it for yourself.”
At the words of the butler, Froden calmly shut her mouth and knocked on the door of her office.
“Come in.”
A deep voice echoed through the door. She opened the door, laughing at the voice that sounded as if she was talking right next to her ear.
“Father. The eldest son you’ve been looking for is here.”
“It’s still office time, so be polite. I would have said that we had to distinguish between public and private life.”
“Duke. Did you call?”
As we sat down on the sofa while talking jokingly, the Duke, who was watching him, said in a raspy voice. It was the appearance of a strict duke at all times.
“Uh ha ha. Dude, how does Nucksal get better as the years go by? Hadoon, bring the car.”
“Yes, Duke. I will prepare it soon and upload it.”
I bowed my head at the Duke’s command, went out, quietly closed the door, and disappeared. When the third party disappeared, the duke’s face loosened.
“Proden. How old are you this year?”
“Fifteen. You are now a semi-adult to marry.”
“Yes, I did. You are already that age.”
Seeing that the story of age and marriage came out of nowhere, it made sense. Froden began to rack his brains over how to dodge the engagement story that was about to come out of the duke’s mouth. Meanwhile, the duke took up the portrait and a piece of paper from his desk and sat across from him.
“If you’re clever, I think you’ve already noticed. I heard that the daughter of a count, one of the influential members of the royal family, is also 15 years old this year. Marriage is old fashioned, and the opinions of the parties involved are also important, so first of all, I received a portrait like this. Take a look.”
“No matter how powerful you are, if you are a count, you have a lot to do with our family…”
As soon as Froden heard the word Count, he opened his mouth to pour out several patterns of excuses he had created in his head.
No matter how smart they are, men are all the same creatures. The Duke thought as he looked at Froden, who couldn’t take his eyes off the portrait.
“Do you like that young lady?”
“Yes? Oh, no… That’s…”
Even when she lifted her head and turned her face toward the duke, her gaze kept tilting towards the portrait. Accordingly, Froden’s answer also began to lengthen.
“Guy, you are a man too. I didn’t meet so many women, so I thought eunuchs or sodomy was my preference. Ha ha ha!”
“Dad, no matter how much you joke, it’s sodomy. It’s terrible.”
Looking at the Duke in disgust, the Duke laughed even louder.
“Anyway, it’s really beautiful. Is this just a portrait? Seeing it in real life, how pretty is it?”
Natural wavy hair with long hair slightly curled at the ends. Since it is just a portrait drawn with a simple sketch, what is the eye color and hair color? The information that could be known was the figure of a woman sitting in her chair with her features neatly gathered and posing with a graceful and elegant figure.
“You must have heard the rumors. The count’s villainess.”
“Could it be that such a beautiful woman is that wicked woman?”
“Rumors are always misleading. If she looks like that, she should lie down and live with her.”
“Ah, no matter how much… How can I deal with a woman who slapped her cheeks because she was in a bad mood?”
The eldest daughter of a count family. She is a socialite ice witch. There is a woman rumored to be the greatest villain in the empire.
The young lady of the count family with raised eyebrows and always with a blunt and bloody face. If you don’t like it, it’s normal to slap him on the cheek, and he has a history of fainting people with just his eyes. According to rumors, well over 10 slaves died on her orders.
“I believe that you, the prince of the duchy, can judge people by looking at them without getting caught up in such gossip. Aren’t you smart?”
I searched for villains, young girls, and bad girls in the memory library. Then dozens of pieces of information pop out. Among them, the most intense memories were romance fantasy novels in which the subject matter of ‘the villain girl’ was popular.
No way, it’s not that genre.
“The engagement hasn’t been decided yet, right? I’d rather have someone else do it.”
“Well, actually, they are already coming this way.”
“Yes? What do you mean by that? I’m coming. Why.”
Froden, she unknowingly buttoned the neck of her shirt and squeezed it tightly. Somehow it felt like I had to do that.
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“A guest has come from the Count’s family. She is the daughter of the count’s family, as promised.”
“Oh, I see you have arrived. Drop by.”
She met the greatest villain in the empire without any mental preparation. She’s not the first to slap her if she doesn’t like it.
“I will open the door.”
I heard the butler’s voice, and then the door opened gently. When the butler with his neatly trimmed beard stepped aside, the figure hidden behind him made a shoe noise.
“…Father. I will be engaged.”
A dignified posture and a disciplined gait. And in the rich dress that covered her delicate body, there was a woman with a radiance. A woman with a beautiful appearance that her portrait couldn’t fully capture entered her office, lightly grabbed the end of her skirt, and greeted her.
“Nice to meet you, Duke. My name is Tina, the daughter of Count Erabasta. I am sorry to greet you like this from the office.”
Froden thought.
It doesn’t matter if it’s a villain or not. I will live with it.