In the Midst of Revenge on Cinderella - Chapter 6

It was a thoroughly ruined situation, well and truly ruined.

I returned to my assigned room in the evening and banged my head on the desk. To think I’d end up mortgaging my heart. Dressed up as a “contract”, it was nothing more than a leash to control me as they pleased.

“Don’t worry, sister. I’ll convince Shana and make sure to return it to you soon.”

Floria promised as much, but I could bet my entire fortune that she’d shatter the gem once it had served its purpose, claiming it was no longer needed.

Instead of my complicated thoughts, I roughly mussed up my hair.

‘I was planning to ingratiate myself with Floria and then escape when she let her guard down.’

It was the best plan I’d come up with after racking my brains during the entire carriage ride to the capital, but now it was useless.

“No. What’s done is done, and I can’t turn back time. Think positively. I just need to add one more step.”

Steal the red gem before escaping!

But this was easier said than done. First of all, Floria wasn’t one to trust others easily. Until the end of the original story, Shana was the only one she let close. So there was even less chance she’d trust me, given our poor relationship.

‘But I know the original story.’

Though some parts had changed slightly due to my possession, I could tell that the basic plot remained the same, considering Floria’s revenge against House Violet and her position in the castle.

So I’d use the advantage of knowing the original story to help Floria establish herself in the castle. If things go smoothly following my guidance, how could she not develop a liking for me?

Even if the original story gets derailed in the process, so what? I’m facing death; I don’t have the luxury to worry about such things.

‘What should I do first to gain her favor as quickly as possible?’

I took out paper and pen and started writing down everything I could remember about future events from the original story. The pen that had been flowing smoothly suddenly paused at one point.

‘The First Prince’s marriage.’

The First Prince was the character who stood in greatest opposition to Floria in the original story and was also the rival to her husband, the Second Prince, in the fight for the throne. As a Sword Master, Shana’s magic didn’t work on him, causing trouble for Floria until the end. In other words, he could be called the final villain.

‘This person might be able to break the magic cast on me.’

Should I go to him? After briefly considering it, I shook my head.

A ferocious beast mad with bloodlust. The god of death trailing the scent of blood. A crazed murderer who feels alive through war. The First Prince, Cahirun de Hilic, adorned with all sorts of vicious epithets.

It was said he’d draw his sword at mere eye contact, making him the most dangerous person in the castle. I hoped never to encounter that fearsome face said to make even crying children fall silent.

‘But there’s nothing better than this to gain Floria’s favor…’

The First Prince’s marriage was the moment of greatest crisis for Floria. This was because his partner was a princess from a neighboring country. Given Floria’s still unstable position and relatively humble origins, the balance of power would inevitably tip towards the princess from a closely allied kingdom.

‘Moreover, that princess’s personality was far from ordinary.’

Recalling the princess as described in the original story, I shook my head. Due to conflicts with the fiery-tempered, troublemaking princess, Floria would endure considerable mental anguish.

If I helped with this, I’d surely gain her trust. But that would inevitably mean confronting the First Prince. Just imagining it for a moment made a sharp blade flash before my eyes. It’s scary, so let’s put this on hold. It’s better not to cross paths with him if possible.

‘And since I can’t rely on this alone, I should also look for ways to break the magic. There should be related books in the library.’

I put down the pen I’d been chewing on and clenched my fist. They say even if you’re caught by a tiger, you can survive if you keep your wits about you. Having died and come back through possession, I can’t just die in vain like this. Just watch.

“I will survive no matter what!”

As I was making this resolute vow, suddenly—

“Shut up!”

At the irritated voice, I turned to see a maid glaring at me from the bed.

“Do you know what time it is? If you’re going to be this noisy, just leave the room. I have to wake up early tomorrow, and you’ve completely ruined my sleep!”

The name of this brown-haired maid, who was berating me about manners, was Ginger. From the moment we first met as roommates, she made no attempt to hide her contorted expression.

Among commoners, Floria was seen as a saint who forgave the family that tormented her, while House Violet was viewed as the source of all evil. So it was perhaps natural for her to be hostile towards me.

“We’re both maids, so there’s no need for formal speech, right?”

With that aggressive opening, she had been finding fault with everything I did from the moment I set down my luggage. Even now, her sharp voice betrayed that she clearly hadn’t been sleeping, despite her complaints.

“I’m sorry. I’ll be careful.”

Since I had indeed been noisy, I apologized readily. Ginger snorted, then turned her back on me, pulling the blanket over her head.

‘And here I thought becoming a maid was a good thing, but it looks like it’ll be quite tough from now on.’

Contrary to what was said when the servant first came to House Violet, I had become a maid. This was due to Prince Eric’s insistence that someone as untrustworthy as me couldn’t be kept close to Floria.

Floria looked apologetic as she relayed this, but she probably never intended to make me her lady-in-waiting in the first place.

There’s no way she couldn’t persuade Prince Eric if she wanted to. Unlike a lady-in-waiting who mainly assists her mistress, a maid had to do all sorts of menial tasks. It seemed she intended to repay in kind the scullery work she had endured.

I actually preferred it this way. Being constantly by Floria’s side would have been tiring in many ways.

‘Still, I should have asked for my own room.’

Ginger wouldn’t be the only maid hostile towards me, so I’d have liked to be comfortable at least in my room.

‘Never mind. Let’s think about what to do first.’

I started checking parts where I could play a role, looking down at the paper filled with dense writing.

* * *

As I entered the room, the gazes of the maids helping with Floria’s attire converged on me at once. Ignoring their sidelong glances and whispers, I paid my respects to Floria.

“I come before Your Highness.”

I thought it would be good to pay my respects before officially starting my life as a maid in the palace.

Floria, who had been combing her dazzling golden hair that seemed spun from threads of gold, smiled brightly.

“Welcome, sister. I told you to rest for a few days, but are you already starting work?”

“Yes, Your Highness. Thank you for your concern.”

Floria rose from her seat with a resigned smile.

“Let me introduce you. This is my sister. She has agreed to help me by my side from now on.”

“I am Reneola Violet.”

As I curtsied, the young ladies responded with displeased expressions, watching Floria’s reaction.

“Eileen of House Huron.”

“I’m Rena of House Honolton.”

“…Aisha of House Randall.”

They probably wanted to speak down to me, a fallen noble barely maintaining her title and wearing a maid’s uniform, but they couldn’t use informal speech when Floria was using honorifics.

I looked at Aisha Randall, the last of the three sour-faced maids to introduce herself. She had once been Reneola’s closest friend but was also from the family that had first closed its doors to House Violet when Floria became the prince’s betrothed.

It was truly in poor taste to keep as a maid someone who had bullied her along with Reneola. Given Floria’s personality, she couldn’t have forgiven her, so she was probably planning to torment her slowly. As if to prove this, I saw Aisha avoiding my gaze and watching Floria nervously.

“Due to circumstances, you’ll be a maid for a short while, but you’ll soon become a lady-in-waiting, so it would be good to get along with everyone.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

Floria, looking satisfied, turned to me and said,

“Sister, since you’re here, why don’t you join me for a cup of tea before you go?”

“I couldn’t possibly, Your Highness. How could I presume to sit at the same table as you?”

The mere thought of sitting face to face made me feel drained, so I politely declined. Floria’s eyebrows drooped.

“It saddens me that you’re keeping such distance. Please don’t be like that and come here. I’ve just received some excellent tea as a gift.”

Tea or not, I desperately wanted to leave now that I’d paid my respects, but if I kept refusing, I might offend her. Reluctantly, I began to move towards the table Floria had indicated. That’s when it happened.

I saw someone stick out their foot in my peripheral vision. Glancing down, I saw Eileen pretending not to notice. Watching the three maids exchange glances, I inwardly swallowed a bitter laugh. It was a shallow trick straight out of a cliché teen movie.

‘Hmm. It might not be bad to start like this.’

Having made a quick judgment, I deliberately stepped hard on the foot that was expecting me to fall ridiculously to the floor.

“Kyaak!”

Eileen let out a pained scream and collapsed, clutching her foot. I pretended to be startled, covering my mouth with my hand.

“Oh my, I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you there.”

As I apologized with an innocent expression, Eileen glared at me with tears in her eyes. I slightly curled up the corners of my mouth in a way only she could see.

When yandere male lead believes she loves him — but she never did

“How dare you!”

“How dare you make me love you, only to cast me aside as nothing more than a friend?!?

“I will never accept that.”

“I will never let you return to him.”

“Even if I have to burn myself to ashes.”

“Even if I must shatter my purity, my dignity, my very soul.”

“I will never let you escape me!”

This was the first novel that introduced me to the matriarchal genre. I’ve read it three times already!

At first, the male lead despised the female lead. Later, he misunderstood that she liked him, so he condescendingly and reluctantly reciprocated her feelings.

Then, he suddenly discovered that she was kind to everyone in the same way, and there was already someone she cherished in her heart, and that person was not him.

The male lead couldn’t believe it, he became angry and crazy. He was determined to capture her body and heart by any means necessary.

Synopsis:

Want to see how a green tea bitch male lead falls in love with the female lead?

Want to see how he flirtatiously pursues the female lead?

Want to see how he gets slapped in the face repeatedly?

The male lead is a green tea bitch, a poisonous lotus, jealous, ruthless, unscrupulous, with a venomous heart, and he’s also a delusional maniac.

The female lead is righteous, positive energy-filled, kind, a holy mother.

Let’s see how two people with extreme personalities come together~

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