I’ve been reincarnated into a template fantasy novel.
The problem is that I’m a necromancer supporting character with the world’s strongest setting, sacrificing my life for the protagonist.... more>>

‘This is ridiculous!’

With this power, are you telling me I have to sacrifice my life and follow the protagonist like a lunatic?
That’s why I’m here.
To the mansion of Raytance Orr Illeston, the antagonist within the story.
To where I’m needed.
To the place where I can live the most comfortably.

“I’ll lift the curse on this mansion. In exchange, please take care of me.”

To survive, I have to do something a little scary, but I have no choice.

I have to become the savior of this mansion.

[Instructions for Illeston Mansion]
First, entry and exit to the mansion are restricted. Don’t approach the entrance closely, and use the back way when going out.
Failure to comply may result in your life being forfeited.

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Hundredth, never enter Grand Duchess Florie’s room. Don’t knock on the door or even pass by nearby.
Also, prepare meals for Grand Duchess Florie twice a day, for two people. <<less

I became a supporting character in a captivity-abduction classic novel set against the backdrop of a world war. Unlike the protagonist’s sister, who was treated coldly and abused at home, as “Diana Claire,” I was abducted in place of the protagonist in order to get out of this hell.... more>>

“Don’t leave me, princess. All right? You can’t die.”

The Duke that abducted me was a beautiful madman, an educated madman. He would visit me from time to time and stare at me as if I were an important piece of art he had carefully stored away. His eyes were ascetic yet strangely decadent, sensual yet full of flavor. I didn’t know why this man, who seemed insane, would do this to me.

What was inside the pretty wrapping paper of gentlemanly manners, elegant and graceful appearance, was a kind of madness. The man’s madness gave off a calm, eerie, and bizarre atmosphere like a work of art with a twisted meaning.

“I want to kill everyone except you, my Diana.”

She tried to control and tame this man, possessed by a cruel demon.

Originally, the word she always heard in life was “madman”. <<less

If one must strive to be loved, then I will give up such trivial pursuit.... more>>

I will no longer try to kill myself.

* * *

Kalia Estelle, the cursed daughter of a count, had spent her entire life trying to be loved.

She had done everything to prove that she was different from her mad father, who killed their people and burned their land.

But all she achieved was the accusation of being the “devil’s daughter.”

The day before she came of age, Kalia made up her mind.

She would no longer seek cheap affection.

She wouldn’t sacrifice her soul for a fleeting love.

And if there was a next life, she wouldn’t seek love again.

As her consciousness faded and her breathing became labored, she suddenly found herself transported back five years to the past.

* * *

“I love you.”

I hesitated and backed away as Claude approached me.

But my back was against the wall, and before I knew it, he was standing right in front of me.

“Kalia.”

He peered through the small gap between his fingers that covered his face, carefully watching my reaction.

Despite his disheveled appearance, he was radiant at the moment.

He kneeled down and gently took my trembling right hand, making me feel as if this had all been a dream.

His lips touched the back of my dry hand.

“Just as you showed me the light and opened a new life for me, I want to do the same for you.”

Beneath his long, thick lashes, his eyes were filled with an unfamiliar emotion.

“You know why I live. Kalia, please let me love you.” <<less

Yvonne, the Duchess, was mu*dered by her husband’s mistress, and inexplicably found herself alive again, back in the past. She had dedicated her life to the fidelity of her marriage, only to meet a tragic end. Or so she thought.... more>>

“Why am I alive?”

When she awoke, she realized that she had returned to the past.

Determined to get revenge, Yvonne planned to divorce her husband. However, her well-thought-out plan took an unexpected turn when she noticed her husband’s changed behavior.

“I’m fine, don’t worry, Yvonne. But I’m glad you’re worried. I should pretend to be in pain, right?”

He acted affectionately, spoke with respect, and carried himself with elegance. These were all unfamiliar traits in her previously carefree and casually spoken husband, and they raised suspicions in her mind.

Then, out of the blue, her husband made an outrageous claim.

“I am Charles Louis de Frieze, Emperor of the Turin Empire. As you can see, I am your husband, Arsen.”

Could anyone utter such madness unless they were truly insane? Yvonne had never planned to take revenge on someone so mentally unstable.

“Have you gone mad? Have you lost your mind?”

Yvonne decided to wage war against her truly insane husband who pretended to be the Emperor. All to divorce him and escape from this madman. <<less

You’ve transmigrated into a dating sim game where you’re doomed no matter what you choose. Now you have to win over the elusive Tower Lord whose heart you’ve failed to capture every time. But how can you do that when you’ve turned into your bias’s messenger bird?... more>>

The system says [“You have one year to accumulate 10000 affection levels or you will lose.

“You…what are you doing?”
“I’m asking for your hand in marriage.”

[Oops, Rai Sherfied’s affection for you has dropped 5849!]

I thought there was no hope for me after being rejected for every answer I chose.
It’s weird. My bias, who was so hard to meet before, keeps appearing in front of me.

“Don’t do anything dangerous and stay by my side.”
“I don’t know what will happen to you if you’re left alone.”
“You’re my student, so I’m responsible for you.”

And they let me stay by their side and take care of me?
Does that mean I won’t be annihilated?

“Hmm…… ruffles a few feathers.”

[Oops! Rai Sherfied’s affection for you just dropped by 0.0001!]

You’re being a little harsh on me just for ruffling some feathers.
……It’s probably too soon to let your guard down. <<less