In the Midst of Revenge on Cinderella (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 14
Judging by the mention of honorifics, it was clear the story was unfolding exactly as in the original.
Honorifics were a basic requirement for any noble. Floria had used them properly as well, but the queen, who disliked everything about her, deliberately seized on this fault—leading Floria to later lose her voice entirely.
‘Thank goodness. I won’t have to worry after all.’
Relieved that the original plot remained unchanged, I nodded—only to refocus on their conversation at the queen’s next words.
“At the upcoming victory banquet for the First Prince, not even the slightest mistake will be tolerated. Every word and action of yours will reflect poorly on my son Eric. Make sure you’ve mastered honorifics perfectly by then.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Since Eric, in his innocence, chose love over those who could truly aid me, you must now compensate for the flaws his choice has brought upon the prince.”
The queen kept sighing repeatedly as she scolded Floria. When I’d read this in the book, I’d sided with Floria, the protagonist, and cursed the queen—but now,
‘Scold her harder! Even more!’
I was wholeheartedly cheering for the queen. Though Floria feigned a flustered expression, her cheeks kept twitching as the nagging continued, and it was utterly satisfying. Though I wasn’t the one doing the scolding, it felt like a small measure of the past grievances I’d endured was finally being resolved.
After a long lecture on noble grace, proper conduct, and wifely duties toward her husband, the queen set down her teacup with a displeased look.
“Honestly, how can that wretched life be so stubbornly persistent? It’s become downright miraculous how he survives every battle completely unscathed, no matter how much he’s thrown into the fray.”
Her lips curled bitterly, as if furious that he hadn’t died—an attitude utterly unbecoming of someone who’d just been preaching about dignity and decorum.
‘No matter how much Floria belongs to Prince Eric, how can an empress speak so carelessly?’
I understood her animosity toward the First Prince—he stood in opposition to her own son over the throne, and compared to Floria, he was incomparable—but even so, speaking so bluntly in a place where anyone might overhear was incredibly reckless.
‘She clearly sees Floria as some naive, clueless girl.’
I shook my head at the queen, who herself seemed far more naive about the situation.
“Just thinking about how arrogantly and haughtily he’ll strut around again already gives me a headache.”
The queen frowned, pressing a hand to her forehead.
After ranting at length about the First Prince and repeatedly stressing that Floria must never let him gain the upper hand, the queen finally left.
Floria, who had been bowing respectfully toward the queen’s retreating back, immediately tossed aside the hem of her dress as if shaking off dust the moment the queen vanished completely. Then she slumped into a chair and ran a hand through her hair.
“Nothing but a nagging old hag with a sharp tongue.”
‘Wow.’
I covered my mouth at Floria’s sudden reveal of her true colors. Her mocking expression was utterly unbelievable for someone who’d just moments ago looked so meek and innocent before the queen—it was as if she’d become a completely different person, despite having the same face.
“‘My son, my son, my son’—every sentence ends with that. She makes such a fuss over a son who’s hardly impressive at all; I can’t bear to listen.”
“Your Highness, perhaps you should lower your voice. Someone might overhear, and that would be troubling.”
“Her Majesty the Queen personally dismissed all the palace staff. And if anyone is around, Shan-na, you can just erase their memory.”
Floria seemed on edge, likely from enduring the queen’s constant scolding.
“As I’ve mentioned before, my magical capacity is limited. Ever since I secured Reneola’s heart as collateral, my magic hasn’t fully recovered—please be considerate.”
“Fine.”
Floria waved her hand dismissively, resting her chin in her palm, then lowered her voice further to ask,
“You said that if we just had ‘that thing’ we discussed last time, we could break through the limits of my magic, right?”
“Yes, that’s correct.”
“Then there’s nothing you can’t do.”
“Indeed. And nothing you, Your Highness, cannot accomplish either.”
At Shan-na’s firm reply, Floria’s eyes gleamed greedily.
“I’m looking forward to it. On that day, the first thing I’ll do is sew shut that old fox’s mouth. The way she clucks her tongue every time we meet drives me absolutely mad.”
“Given that the Second Prince’s foundation isn’t yet firmly established, the support of Marquis Evwood’s faction will be invaluable—please endure just a little longer.”
“I know. That’s why I’m quietly listening to that grating voice.”
Floria sighed, crossing her arms and leaning back.
“Why did the First Prince have to win a battle now of all times? Because of him, the royal marriage has been postponed.”
Floria set down her teacup with an audible clink, clearly displeased, then suddenly asked with a curious expression,
“Is he really as fearsome as the rumors say?”
“Everyone who’s met him on the battlefield agrees: he’s a man more terrifying than a ghost.”
“If only he’d died in the war. He’s called a Sword Master, but surely even he couldn’t survive if dozens attacked him at once?”
“They say a single swing of his blade fells dozens.”
“If not for the war, I could’ve lured the First Prince away… Prince Eric is far too weak and foolish.”
“But that also makes him easier to control, doesn’t it?”
“That’s true, I suppose.”
I leaned back against the wall, leaving giggling Floria behind. Just imagining her tormenting me with that face sent chills down my spine.
“By the way, what exactly is ‘that thing’?”
From their conversation, it seemed the main reason Shan-na was cooperating with Floria—but I didn’t recall reading about it in the original story.
‘Damn it, I should’ve read the side stories.’
I’d bought them since they were told from the perspectives of characters around Floria, but kept putting them off—never expecting I’d regret it this much.
Piecing everything together, it was clear that the “thing” Shan-na and Floria sought was an item that amplified magical power. They’d apparently struck some kind of deal over it, and since Shan-na had followed Floria into the palace, it must be hidden somewhere inside.
Connecting the dots in my head, I finally felt my money spent on romance novels had been worth it.
‘I need to find what they’re talking about. If push comes to shove, I’ll trade it for a heart.’
If I kept watching them closely, I’d eventually figure out what they were searching for.
‘And I’ll have to be extra careful around Shan-na.’
The mere thought of someone capable of erasing memories was horrifying.
Just as I’d gained this unexpected insight and was about to slip away before being discovered, my name came up in their conversation.
“By the way, did you check the note found in Reneola’s room?”
‘I knew it!’
I clenched my fist. That day, as Ginger left the room, she’d been holding something—a note containing the original plot’s timeline. As expected, she wasn’t merely Floria’s follower but her loyal agent.
“Yes. But I couldn’t decipher it at all. It wasn’t an ancient language, a dead language, or even from another continent.”
Of course you couldn’t—it was written in Hangul.
‘I’m not stupid enough to leave something important lying around carelessly while sharing a room with someone who’s openly hostile toward me.’
I’d had a hunch they’d search my belongings at least once, so I’d prepared by writing it in Hangul—a truly brilliant decision.
“It clearly follows a consistent pattern, so it must be a cipher. I’ll keep looking.”
“Wouldn’t it be better to just kill her now? Then we wouldn’t have to worry about her at all.”
No! Don’t! Please, worry about me!
I clutched the wall, screaming inwardly. Floria’s annoyed expression made my heart race anxiously.
“Let’s wait a bit longer. Every time that girl causes trouble, praise for Your Highness grows—so she’s still useful. Haven’t the maids and servants already started talking?”
Oh—so Shan-na could actually be helpful to me sometimes. I almost felt a flicker of gratitude.
“But every time I see her face, I get furious. She’s living too comfortably in the palace—it’s become boring.”
“How about this, then?”
“How?”
“Among the Second Prince’s secretaries is Viscount Palong, isn’t there?”
“Oh, you mean that useless wretch?”
“Yes. Pair him with her.”
What? Viscount Palong—Gavis Palong, that lunatic? They want to stick that pervert with me?
“You mean marry them off? That’s actually a great idea!”
Watching Floria giggle with amusement, I silently screamed in horror. It seemed I’d just found one more reason to escape this damn original story as soon as possible.
[This is the timeline separator]Splash!
Trying to forget the unsettling noise from the garden, I’d been diligently scrubbing the stairs when a sudden deluge of water froze me in place.
“Huh.”
Looking down at my soaked, dripping clothes and then up, I saw Ginger smirking down at me with triumphant satisfaction.
“Oh dear, sorry—I didn’t see you there.”
Her childish, mocking laughter as she spouted such nonsense made me push myself up from my crouched position.
‘Just what I needed—pouring cold water on an already troubled mood?’
Ginger’s clumsy bullying wasn’t new, but today it grated on me more than usual.
“You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”
I swept back my dripping hair and glared at her.
“No. Why would I deliberately spill water?”
“Why? To torment me, obviously.”
I stormed up the stairs, ready to grab her by the hair, and she flinched backward. Just as I reached out toward her—
“What’s going on here?”
Floria’s voice came from behind me.
Male lead is a Love-Obsessed Merman
When he discovers she has gone, he risks everything to pursue her on land, enduring agonizing pain to transform his tail into human legs…
One-line summary: Male lead chases female lead. The male lead’s love is a bit sick, an invincible love brain.
Synopsis
During a voyage at sea, Jiang Yang accidentally captures a merman.
Servant: I heard that mermen are fierce and brutal.
Jiang Yang looks at the merman obediently rubbing her palm like a puppy: “You call this fierce and brutal?”
Servant: I heard that mermen have no human nature.
Jiang Yang looks at the merman with wet puppy eyes, obsessively calling her ‘A Yang’ like a childish infant: “You call this having no human nature?”
With great difficulty, she releases the merman back into the sea and returns to shore.
Who would have thought that in less than half a month, the merman, who should have been freely wandering in the South China Sea, would shed his scales, endure the pain of losing his tail, transform into human legs, and come ashore to find her?
He kneels at her feet, rubbing her palm, with merman tears rolling down: “A Yang, don’t abandon me.”
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Shes smart. I love her for this.yeah dont care about the ruin reputation
Girlboss. YEAH LETS GO PLAYING VILLAINESS UNTIL THE END!
Shes really got caught by the demon king. Good luck for the grim future