Summer stuck her head out the window and was hit head-on by the wind.

Only then did she come to her senses and realize that the carriage had just arrived at its destination.

“…Here. Please let me off.”

Summer hastily grabbed her dress with one hand and gestured. The coachman also noticed Summer’s dazed face and stopped the carriage.

“Miss, I…”

“Don’t worry. I’m just going to look around the store and come back.”

Summer hurriedly got out of the carriage and swayed greatly once.

The startled coachman tried to support her, but Summer rose faster than anyone else and smiled as if nothing had happened.

“Have a safe trip.”

A decisively drawn line.

The coachman, who seemed to be quite tactful, silently bowed deeply and drove the carriage away.

He was unable to convey the message to please lower her voice next time.

Only after the coachman left did Summer stagger freely and plop down on a nearby bench.

There was a particularly striking part of his words.

My judgment. Summer pondered deeply.

But no matter how much she thought about it, this was not a life-ending matter, so the words of the humans in the novel were not useful at all.

“Yes. The weather is nice today. I can’t miss it.”

Summer, who jumped up, remembered an episode from the book.

The villainous Lady Legacy came here to buy deadly poison to assassinate Julian.

Following the description in the book, it was a bit clumsy, but she smoothly arrived in front of a store that she had never seen before but felt quite familiar with.

“You won’t be able to stop this.”

Summer triumphantly opened the door and entered the store.

The store was dark but quite clean. The clerk was surprisingly neatly dressed, but there was an undeniably suspicious feeling.

“What are you looking for?”

“Ah, I came to buy Blenkis’s Breath.”

Blenkis’s Breath was a deadly poison that kills you the moment you drink it without even feeling pain.

The clerk, upon hearing Summer’s words, opened his eyes wide as if a little surprised, then disappeared to the back of the store and reappeared.

When the clerk returned, he was holding an opaque brown bottle in his hand.

“Here it is.”

“Will this be enough for the price?”

Summer took off a hair ornament and put it down.

The clerk examined the ornament with sharp eyes, then soon smiled brightly and put the ornament in his bosom.

“It’s enough.”

“Then goodbye.”

High status at a glance. Polite greetings to commoners. The purchased item is highly toxic.

Ding-a-ling. Summer left and the bell rang loudly. The clerk stared at the doorway for a long time, as if tracing Summer’s tracks.

“What kind of person is she?”

The clerk muttered a little dejectedly while looking at the rattling wooden door.

He had seen only one other person who bought that poison.

The other customer who came to buy Blenkis’s Breath had a servant purchase it, and was clearly a high-ranking nobleman who skillfully commanded people.

Judging by the atmosphere, it seemed like they were going to film a melodrama. But the noble woman who bought the poison this time was a little different.

Her dazzling blonde hair and slightly gloomy blue eyes were etched in his mind.

“It can’t be.”

She wasn’t a crazy person who would use it on herself, right?

Summer, who had left the store, hurried her steps while trying to ignore the heaviness in a corner of her heart.

“This is enough.”

If you drink this, no one will have time to save you. This time, she had to go back before losing all her memories.

Summer tightly grasped the jewel hanging around her neck. The mineral Fei had given her was warm. Strangely, when she touched the necklace Fei had given her, she thought of Mary and Daisy.

They were trivial things, like Daisy’s bright smile or Mary’s indifferent face.

“……”

Summer, who was heading to the mansion, changed direction.

I don’t know. When she imagined Mary and Daisy’s shocked faces as they saw her lifeless body, something got stuck in her throat and she couldn’t go to the mansion.

Summer recalled the original work again. There was one place. The most beautiful place in the work, but undiscovered by anyone except the main characters.

Summer, who caught a carriage, opened her mouth.

“Please take me to the cathedral.”

As mentioned in the original work, there was a hill behind the cathedral.

It was often described as a place where the female lead and male lead would go on dates or escape to when they were immersed in sadness, as it was said that you could see all the scenery of people living if you climbed to the top of the hill.

The reason for thinking of this place was not only because it was beautiful, but also out of consideration for the real Summer who would be reborn in this body.

When she returned to her original world, Summer’s body would be dead for a while, and it would be a big deal if people discovered it.

A person who dies and comes back to life. It was the perfect setup for a romance fantasy to turn into a horror story.

“It’s refreshing.”

Summer sat down against a tree and reached out her hand.

A light breeze brushed past Summer and flew away. From this hill, you could really look down on the village where people lived.

“Seeing it like this, it really feels alive.”

Summer muttered as she rested her head against the tree.

Customers bargaining in the market and merchants trying to get the right price, children running with wooden dolls next to them, maids shopping in particularly stiff clothes as if they were on vacation, laughter, conversation.

It all felt alive and moving.

Feeling like she had entered a movie set alone, Summer let out a faint laugh.

“I have to go back.”

She took out the bottle from her bosom. When she opened the lid, she could see the liquid sloshing inside.

Summer put her lips to the bottle without hesitation.

This is alcohol. This is alcohol. Chanting that spell. But as soon as the liquid touched the tip of her lips, Summer had no choice but to close her eyes tightly.

Will it hurt? The dead have nothing to say. How painful or agonizing it is to die.

If this highly toxic substance, which can kill you without pain, is actually very painful for a dying person.

Hesitation followed hesitation.

‘Still, I have to go back.’

Novels are beautiful when they are novels. Reality is… beautiful because it is reality.

If reality was beautiful, why did I end up reading this work? Summer sighed in dismay and was about to open her closed lips.

“What are you doing?”

Summer stared at the medicine bottle that had fallen into the bushes far away with a slightly dazed face.

Colorless liquid dripped from the mouth of the bottle. If she had drunk that, she would have surely died. She could have gone back.

When she turned her head sharply, the soft purple hair was the first thing she saw.

And as the purple hair swaying in the wind parted, the beautiful man’s light purple eyes were revealed.

“Uh… who,”

“How dare you try to take your own life on the sacred grounds of the cathedral.”

He, white and beautiful, was wearing white clothes adorned with gold thread. If he was someone who could wear such clothes,

“Your Holiness…?”

“Do you know me? Then you can trust me. I will give you a room in the temple.”

Summer looked up at the Pope with a blank face.

No matter how you looked at it, how did he, who had the face of someone in his early twenties, become the Pope?

The main characters of the world were Julian Dudley and Ian Lancaster.

The temple was a political group that acted for its own interests and served as a villain to heighten the tension in the story. Later, they turn to Julian’s side, but.

He was a supporting character. The Pope had less importance than the villainous Ferotia.

“I’ll follow you.”

“You’ve made a wise decision.”

With a faint smile, the Pope took off his priest’s outer robe to cover Summer and entered the cathedral.

The place the Pope guided her to was none other than the Pope’s bedroom.

Summer sat in an armchair and clasped her hands together quietly. As if all her energy had been drained and even breathing was tiring.

“My name is…”

“Your Holiness.”

Summer cut him off neatly. She didn’t want to become close with the Pope.

Later, when Julian manifests his holy power, the Pope turns to Julian’s side, but until then, he was a villain.

And in the first place, he sided with Julian solely for the benefit of the temple.

Above all, the Pope could not have a name in this world.

Because names are something that humans have, the Pope lost his name and was simply referred to by his role, like a god.

“God has no name. So, Your Holiness, you are Your Holiness.”

Summer added, quietly scanning the room.

The Pope’s room was neat and tidy. It was a place that contrasted with the splendor of the grand cathedral.

“…Yes. That’s right.”

The Pope opened his eyes wide as if a little surprised, then chuckled and answered.

Somehow, the Pope seemed to overflow with a playful atmosphere rather than a sacred one.