Summer Must Die (16 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 6
“Mary?”
Actually, Summer wasn’t the type to ask such questions of others.
She hadn’t even expected an answer—it was like randomly blurting something out to a smart speaker.
That’s all Mary was to Summer: a fictional character, nothing more than lines of text.
Although Mary was a somewhat unusual presence, as long as she remained a character in a novel, Summer knew she’d inevitably forget all about it by tomorrow and go through the exact same routine again—so there was neither need nor time to interpret emotions or show consideration.
“I know.”
Yet, Mary’s unexpected reply made Summer snap her eyes wide open.
“Really? Know what?”
With a frighteningly blank expression, Mary tucked an accessory into Summer’s hair and spoke.
“When life becomes so painful that the agony of death feels trivial.”
“…”
“And, my lady—even if a painless death exists, there is no death without fear.”
Mary’s voice was flat and matter-of-fact,
as if answering a casual ‘Did you eat?’ with ‘I had fried eggs for breakfast.’
Yet it was far more effective than any words of worry, comfort, or attempt to dissuade her.
“Not helpful at all, seriously.”
The problem was just how chillingly effective it suddenly felt.
“All done, my lady. Do you like it?”
“Thank you, Mary.”
When Summer offered her thanks, Mary silently bowed and left the room.
Summer awkwardly held onto her dress hem as she stepped out to the front of the mansion, where a guard opened the gate for her.
She gazed blankly at her shadow cast upon the ground before finally taking a step forward.
Her blue shoes landed precisely beyond the line. Behind her, the heavy sound of the door closing echoed.
At that moment, Summer’s eyes sparkled with excitement.
Today marked her first outing since taking over this body—and pretending she wasn’t thrilled would be a lie.
“I need to see it myself. With my own eyes.”
Summer boldly placed her hands on her hips. At the same moment, a carriage halted before her, kicking up a cloud of dusty haze.
“Whoa—”
“Cough!”
Summer coughed and waved the dust away with her hand. The coachman, pale with fright, hurriedly leapt down and prostrated himself before her.
“Oh dear, please forgive me just this once! I didn’t realize you’d be standing here—I made a mistake…”
“This doesn’t look like our family’s carriage. Who are you?”
“Pardon? This is the carriage you summoned yourself. Didn’t you even send a maid to pay the fare?”
He stared up at Summer as if she were utterly bizarre.
Unable to see his expression clearly, Summer pouted thoughtfully for a moment, then suddenly lit up as if she’d figured it out.
“Oh! It really is the one I called! I’ll get in!”
Mary must have done a good job, after all—
judging by how she’d wisely arranged the carriage in advance. Summer climbed aboard cheerfully, but soon felt something odd.
“…”
“Where to, miss?”
“Ah—please take me to the Dudley family townhouse.”
“Eh? Y-yes, of course.”
The coachman kept glancing furtively at Summer before finally gripping the reins tightly.
What a strange young lady—speaking so politely to a lowly coachman, seemingly unaware of how unusual her behavior was.
The moment the carriage jolted into motion, Summer felt a strange sense of liberation. She cracked open the small window, and a cool breeze rushed in.
Riding away from the mansion, Summer marveled at the carriage’s surprisingly smooth ride.
“Guess the author thought carriages were like modern cars.”
Well—it wasn’t as if this novel seemed like the kind where the author paid attention to such minute details.
Throughout the ride to the Dudley estate, Summer pondered the world around her.
Based on the story’s content, Summer’s role appeared to be that of a pampered, carefree noble girl—no backstory required. She just had to repeat the same day over and over.
This time, Summer truly understood, deep in her bones, just how horrifying it was to possess an extra character.
No dramatic, lively episodes were given to her—only endlessly repeating days that looked identical.
Summer, moving freely against such preset conditions, was nothing but an anomaly—
a tiny, irritating glitch that broke the world’s rules.
But perhaps the protagonist was different.
“Julian Dudley…”
Summer smirked, a cool, bright smile spreading across her face. She adored Julian Dudley—her absolute favorite person in this entire novel.
Someone who remained pure-hearted even in a lowly station,
someone who never lost her sparkle no matter how deep she sank into the mud.
Julian Dudley was bright, cheerful, and optimistic—
truly healthy, without a single shadow of illness in her, despite her thoroughly unhappy circumstances.
Summer was certain—anyone who met that radiant, lively girl would instantly fall in love.
Surely someone like Julian Dudley would have some special privilege befitting a protagonist.
Among them, Summer could only hope she also possessed the ability to communicate with a pitiful soul like herself—who’d dropped straight into this monarchical world right after passing an exam.
“…The ability to communicate.”
Lost in thought while gazing out the window, Summer suddenly realized what had felt strange earlier and froze.
“Excuse me.”
She called out to the coachman, who turned slightly toward her at the sound of her voice.
“Yes, did you call me?”
“Can you hear my voice?”
“Yes, very clearly.”
The coachman was listening and responding precisely to her words. A commotion rang in Summer’s ears as she sat stunned.
She slowly turned her head toward the window. They’d already reached the central street—crowded with bustling people.
The main street was lively and packed—but also blurry. It felt strange. Though the world was right before her eyes, it lacked clarity.
Scenes the author hadn’t bothered to detail appeared exactly like this—hazy and indistinct.
“Uh—if there’s anything bothering you, please do let me know at any time.”
The coachman’s voice finally snapped Summer back to her senses, and she shook her head.
“Thank you. It’s very comfortable.”
“Y-yes, yes… Oh dear, miss?”
The coachman, who’d been speaking deferentially, glanced furtively at her again—
then, flustered, quickly pulled a handkerchief from his jacket and offered it inside the carriage.
“What on earth could possibly make you cry on such a bright, clear day?”
“Th-thank you… thank you so much…”
With trembling hands, Summer accepted the handkerchief—and only then realized she was crying. Tears of pure joy streamed down her face.
“Oh heavens! Please, miss, could you speak more gently? Every time you talk like that, I get absolutely terrified!”
The coachman flustered, panicking briefly before worrying he’d overstepped by showing unsolicited concern to a noble—and quickly focused solely on driving.
Summer buried her face in the handkerchief and burst into tears.
She missed it.
A wave of longing she’d nearly forgotten crashed over her anew.
People.
She missed people.
In this world that ran precisely as scripted, Summer alone felt utterly isolated, unsure what to do.
Every morning, only predetermined situations and lines awaited her. Characters recited their parts mechanically and exited once their roles ended.
It was truly horrifying—and bizarre.
Hearing the coachman’s reply, Summer felt liberated. This place wasn’t tightly regulated by the author’s settings—it was free.
And precisely because of that lack of constraints, she felt she understood its underlying rules.
As long as it maintained ‘crowdedness’ and ‘liveliness,’ anything went.
The market’s bustle, people’s natural movements—Summer took it all in again through the open window, tears falling steadily.
She cherished this very moment—watching vividly animated people from the carriage—more than anything.
And because of that, the thought of returning to Lindsey Manor became all the more unbearable.
“What the—black hair?”
Back at Lindsey Manor, Fay stepped lightly onto the carpet and asked. Naturally, the servants didn’t even register Fay’s presence.
“Sigh—why do humans even have ears if they never actually listen?”
Grumbling, Fay plopped down onto Summer’s bed. One of the maids straightened her previously bowed back.
Fay’s eyes automatically fell on that particular maid—who, unlike the others, met Fay’s gaze directly.
“You—how exactly do you see me?”
“Whatever you, my lady, can see—I see it as well.”
“Your name.”
“Mary.”
Mary replied in her usual flat tone, then fetched a rag to wipe the windowsill.
Unlike the other maids, she wasn’t particularly diligent. Fay watched Mary quietly for a while, then scowled deeply.
“What in the world has that black-haired girl done?”
[This is the timeline separator]Finally, the carriage came to a halt.
Summer stuck her head out through the open window. Before her stood a grand mansion—clearly drawn with special care by the author.
“Thank you.”
As Summer stepped down, the carriage drove off. She paused at the gate, already planning to catch another hired carriage from the central street on her way back.
Then, resolutely, she grabbed the gate and shook it.
“I’d like to see Lady Julian Dudley!”
The guards stationed by the gate stared at her in utter disbelief at this out-of-the-blue request.
“What—some crazy woman at the gate…?”
Though they considered dismissing her as insane, Summer’s appearance was undeniably aristocratic.
Despite her simple attire, the glittering gemstone earrings and delicate, elegant necklace caught the guards’ eyes instantly.
The bewildered sentries exchanged hushed whispers—then one suddenly darted inside the mansion. When he returned, he wasn’t alone.
“Julian Dudley!”
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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Hahaha what a stubborn male lead, leave her alone.
They’re always like this, thay think it is always about the male lead.