I found myself transmigrated into a novel full of obsession and tragedy, but I didn’t care one bit. I was neither the heroine nor the villainess; I was just a passing noblewoman. I felt a bit of remorse for the heroine, who would rescue a child and suffer at the hands of the villain, but the male lead would save her in the end, anyway.... more>>

I had nothing to worry about in my life.

“This is insane! Are you crazy, Brother?!”

Until my lunatic older brother came to me and said, “I have a gift for you!” and brought THAT child!

“Doesn’t he resemble that stray cat you used to like when you were little?”

Whatever! Take him back right now!

* * *

‘It’s fine, as long as I don’t get caught…’

I pretended to help the villain, who was madly looking for his missing younger brother, while I secretly kept an eye on him.

I was determined not to hand the child over to a human who wanted to use his little brother as a pawn in war, but…

“Rayna, tell me.”

His grip on my ankle grew stronger.

“Why do you keep lying to me and hiding Calyx, my little brother?” <<less

One winter day.... more>>

It all started when an unfamiliar woman found the Duke’s lost child and brought it back.

The man she had been with for five years told the woman, “I want you to be the hostess of the family.”

“What? But….”

At that moment, she realized something as if it was only natural.

Ah, so it will end like this.

“Alright. I will leave the Duke’s mansion.”

It was a ridiculously futile ending. <<less