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“I swear to God, there’s no divorce.”

I looked at the two men and women tangled and said with a laugh. One of them was Count Icarus, whose face I knew because he was married to this body’s owner.

They looked at me and didn’t move, as if their bodies had hardened.

I rolled my eyes and looked at them once. The woman, covering only important areas with a blanket, had a face that was unfamiliar and familiar at the same time.

One of the clothes that fell under the bed was given to the maids in the mansion. So, the person the Count dragged onto the bed must be the maid of this mansion.

I shouldn’t have opened the door right away. I regretted entering my room, the Countess’ room.

It was because not only had I witnessed men and women roll around on the white sheets that I had replaced a few days ago, but I also heard the conversation between them, who were engrossed in their love affair.

“You are like the Countess.”

“Then can I use this room too?”

“Of course. Isn’t this room too virtuous to be used by a lewd wife?”

“I love it! I’ll have to make a few changes to make it more to my taste!”

I knew exactly what the wives did when they saw their husbands cheating. They had to get angry and throw things or grab one of them by the hair, just like people do in TV shows, movies, and sometimes stories.

But I didn’t.

“Come down from my bed.”

I said while turning the corners of my mouth up. The two pairs of eyes facing me were trembling relentlessly.

I was going to order them to leave, but even the maids found it hard to watch them act like that. No, they probably already knew, so I didn’t need to confirm it again.

I spit at them as if I were giving them an order.

“Right now.”

If it were another place, I would close the door and go back, but this room was the Countess’s room, and the bed they were rolling on belonged to the Countess.

Now that I am the Countess, it was mine, at least for now.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t angry. Because of the butler’s carelessness, the sheet I had just changed was now dirty with other people’s body fluids. And this made me very angry.

The butler usually managed the room key, and it was common to lock the door when going out for a long time. That’s because the room was a completely private space. In particular, the Count was not allowed to touch the Countess’ private bedroom key whenever he wanted.

I couldn’t just close the door here and go back.

‘I’m already having a hard time going out!’

But rather than shouting and swearing, I just wanted to stretch my legs and rest.

Of course, not in the room where the Count and his mistress were rolling around. I thought about kicking them out first and resting in another room.

However, the words they were talking about kept ringing in my ears. Why does he change other people’s rooms as he pleases? At first, I had no intention of getting a divorce. Because in a world other than the one I used to live in, changing the environment at once without a single source of trust was like a gamble.

I sighed as I saw them stay still. The Count’s mistress was covered with a blanket and didn’t move.

‘I’m sure it’ll be embarrassing.’

I stood behind them and gave the restless maid orders without taking my eyes off of them.

“The Count seems to be unable to move, so call the servants.”

“Y, yes?”

“Hurry.”

Fortunately, she started going down the stairs quickly when I beckoned.

I turned to the door, thinking she would leave if she didn’t want to be humiliated.

I should go to the other room and drink tea. After seeing something I shouldn’t have, I was mentally and physically tired.

“M, madam!”

The Count’s mistress raised her voice and called me. However, I didn’t look back. I was tired.

*****

When I first possessed this body, I thought I was crazy. It was because when I opened my eyes, I was in a strange place and was being closely watched by a woman.

“Madam, are you okay? All of a sudden, you said you felt dizzy, but you didn’t open your eyes when I called.”

What do you mean Madam? It was the first time I had heard it. However, there was no time to be puzzled by the uncommon term.

I couldn’t stop thinking about the place I saw for the first time, the face I saw for the first time, and the glamorous clothes I had only seen in plays.

“Where is this—”

“We are in the carriage. Madam.”

What do you mean by a carriage? I hadn’t ridden a carriage since I went on a school trip to an amusement park when I was in elementary school.

For a moment, I thought I was out of my mind. Then, to get out of this crazy situation as soon as possible, I gripped my head and pretended to be in pain.

“Ah, my head—”

“Madam! What do we do, Dale, go back to the mansion!”

As the carriage quickly returned to the mansion, I desperately tried to understand the situation.

To do that, I slapped my cheek several times. This is an ambulance, not a carriage, and the woman next to me is a paramedic, not a maid.

It was natural. Who in the world could possibly think that they have suddenly become a different person?

But in the end, the carriage was a carriage, and the woman shouting at the horseman next to me was a maid.

Only after a month did I finally accept that this strange world was real. But for a long time, I couldn’t figure out what this world was like.

I thought it might be a book that comes up a lot in novels, but I couldn’t figure out what kind of book it was.

‘There are more than a couple of novels I’ve read… I don’t even have a hint. How can I find it?’

Even if I thought of a thousand ideas, I couldn’t figure it out. Then there was a novel that came to mind. Because it was an R-19 novel, they didn’t describe the setting in detail, and the character’s name wasn’t important, so it was only natural that I couldn’t remember it well.

The novel I possessed was a one-volume edition worth 1,000 won. A book that is often called an erotic novel. It is an R-19 novel that teenagers, who can read and forget, can’t subscribe to.

I couldn’t even remember the title. The reason why I was able to know what novel I possessed was because the content of this novel was really ridiculous.

I wouldn’t have known where this place was until the end if it had been just a dirty novel.

[The Count and the female character are so cute. If you like sweet and fresh romance, make sure to read it!]

It was a problem to be tricked by the comments.

There is no law that says the male lead of a romance novel can’t be a married man, but there is still something called morality. But what do you mean adultery!

If only they had mentioned that the Count was married, I wouldn’t have bought the book, and I wouldn’t have ended up in this damn world.

The core of the novel I possessed was an R-19 novel that ended with the Count sleeping with someone else on the bed and being caught by the Countess.

‘Yeah, but I’m glad I only read this adultery.’

Furthermore, it was fortunate that I was in a position where I could wield money and power, that I had a house, and that the owner of this body was not sociable.

But I don’t want to see this body’s husband rolling around with his mistress just because I’m used to this world.

“Whoo… That’s not even funny.”

As I touched my head, the quick-witted maid led me into the drawing-room.

“Excuse me, Madam— the drawing-room is empty. Shall I take you there?”

I looked at her face, which was covered in freckles, and nodded.

When I said something, the maids looked down and moved quickly. It seemed like they were trying very hard not to upset me in any way. Thanks to this, I found out why the nobles had no choice but to be arrogant. Even I, with only two months of experience, have been able to imitate a very bossy Countess.

“Madam, should I bring you tea?”

“It’d be nice to always drink it.”

“Yes.”

For example, I became so shameless that I didn’t feel bad when I gave orders or used one finger to control other people.

The maid immediately brought in the tea. Holding a cup heated with hot water, I felt like the anger I had earlier melted away.

But the frustration in my heart didn’t go away easily.

In fact, there was a part where I was thinking positively. Of course, I was possessed, but that was someone else’s business.

Because it’s a novel, it’s not my business. I put my body down and locked myself in the room quietly. I didn’t even think about forcing myself to find out who his mistress was.

However, it was an entirely different feeling for me to know that this place was a novel and to have seen my husband’s adultery in my own bedroom. My stomach was boiling with anger.

‘This is really a novel.’

I had no idea that realizing a strange book possessed me would make me feel this way. Now that I saw the novel’s end with my own eyes, I was at a loss as to how I would live here.

Whoo, the frustration didn’t go away even after a long sigh.

“Madam, should I change the sheet?”

The maid in charge asked. I wanted to ask her why she asked such an obvious question, but I didn’t have the energy to do so. So I nodded.

“Yeah. And I’ll have to sleep in the guest room today.”

“I’ll prepare it.”

She spoke bluntly, but her hair, which she had always kept up tightly, was a mess.

Since an exclusive maid was always close to her master, I rarely heard her name being called in the mansion.

One day, I heard another maid call her Bella, but I didn’t listen to it until the end.

I didn’t want to make anyone suspicious by asking the maid who was always with me what her name was. So I just used to call her by her nickname from then on.

“Bell, if the preparation is done, you can rest early today.”

I ordered her as if nothing had happened. Bell bowed her head politely, but she kept her eye on me in case I vented my anger on her at any moment.

The cute face with freckles was white with no blood. I fiddled with the teacup and said it again.

“I’m fine, so take a rest.”

“Yes, Madam.”

Bell lifted her head. But when she looked into my eyes, her face was as pale and scared as it was.

I took a slow sip of tea with a smile on my face as if the commotion had never happened.

“The tea is a little cold.”

Bell calmly threw away the cold tea and poured the hot tea again. It would be strange to see the Countess acting so calm, who should be furious right away.

She seemed to think I would fall down with a knife soon. Or she might think that I would ruin the mansion for a while.

I remembered that there was evidence of adultery piled up under the bed and under the broken marble. Then I feel bitter.

This world is crazy.

The Countess’ name was Carla. But, unfortunately, she was as pitiful as her pretty name.

She got married because she thought it was a love marriage, but it wasn’t. She fell for the Count’s lies.

He evaluated and calculated which of the women would be the best, and he then seduced one of them, and it was Carla.

‘Even if you’re blinded by love, you shouldn’t be naive enough to give up your succession… you’re stupid.’

I swallowed the curse on Carla inside.

It was not what I read in the book. It wasn’t even someone who told me. This was all in Carla’s diary.

Soon after I was possessed, I kept looking in every area of the room for clues about this place. I couldn’t easily accept that the world had changed. It makes more sense to think that it is not the world that has changed but myself. But the scenery in front of me kept shaking me.

I searched all over the room but couldn’t find any special clues to help me understand this situation. If I hadn’t found the broken marble while groping on the bed floor, I wouldn’t have thought I was still in the book.

Under the thin marble, Carla had put the evidence she had found of her husband’s affair and a diary that was stained with her tears.

I read them down little by little without the maids’ knowledge each time.

“Crazy, it’s crazy.”

Didn’t I say ‘crazy’ like 500 times?

Carla was the perfect woman to say that her life was thrown into the mud because she couldn’t change it.

She was almost isolated from her parents because of the marriage, and she couldn’t bring her nanny with her.

She used to be a maid of honor for the king, but she had no one to lean on because she had cut ties with friends who opposed her marriage.

She was a complete loner.

If there were no people, there had to be money, but everything Carla brought with her through marriage was used for the Count’s business, so she didn’t have a single penny.

She even gave back to the Count the money that is given to the hostess every year to help her keep her dignity.

She was a woman with nothing but unhappiness. No, she also had vain hopes.

At the end of Carla’s diary, there was a sentence like this.

[Will he love me someday?]

It couldn’t be. If he had been the man who would love her someday, he wouldn’t have played with other women, even after they got married.

Count Icarus was a ruthless bastard. Carla was just a tool to improve his fortune.

‘Does love feed you?’

Right, they feed us. One example is the man who was brought into the business with Carla’s dowry.

But I had no intention of feeding someone I didn’t even love. Screw him.

[I hate him, and if I could get my hands and sword covered with his blood!! I have neither a tongue to accuse him of his immorality nor a hand to stab him.]

The writing on the last page of the diary seemed to be asking for revenge whenever I saw it. Poor Carla, who couldn’t blame her husband while collecting evidence with tears, is no longer there. There was only someone else at the end of the story.

Could there be any comfort in poor Carla’s life? If the Count becomes unhappy, even if not as much as she is, wouldn’t that be the price I pay for using her body?

First of all, I decided to pay for the bed sheet. At the very least, I thought about getting back what Carla had written down on her list of wedding expenses.

‘The Count even gave an excuse.’

Fortunately, the Count didn’t refuse the invitation to have breakfast together. Considering that the Count and Carla might see each other once a week, it wasn’t a bad start.

If Carla had known this, she must have been very happy.

“Oh, it’s pretty luxurious today. It looks like the chef has shown his skills.”

I was amazed by how many dishes were on the table.

There was a carrot soup, a salad made of half-boiled eggs and bacon, various vegetables, and a small grilled bird.

Judging from the size of the grilled bird, it looked like a quail or a similar kind.

It was a luxurious morning that I could swallow my saliva without realizing it. Perhaps, is the Count feeling sorry too?

“I heard that you often see an illusion, so I prepared it with food that is good for the eyes.”

The Count twitched his lips. I didn’t understand what he was saying, so I blinked, and he opened his mouth again.

“You called a servant yesterday because you thought someone was in your room.”

Only then did I understand what he was talking about.

He thought everything I had seen the day before had been for nothing.

Oh my, I have never seen such a bastard. Instead of asking me to forgive him, he started a fight—he should have a good brain, at least to have such a bad personality. The Count must have had flaws on both sides.

“Oh my, what do you mean illusion? There was a wild cat.”

I grabbed a spoon and started eating the soup because my brain won’t work if I was hungry.

I pretended to wipe my mouth with a napkin, hiding a mean smile on my face.

“I was surprised to find a dirty beast on my bed, so I called my servant. You know I have a weak body, right? How surprised would I have been to have such a filthy thing on my bed?”

Then he acts like he doesn’t know anything when I repeatedly talk about what happened yesterday because people tend to get angry at being sarcastic rather than swearing openly.

As if my attitude wasn’t what he was expecting, veins popped out of the back of the Count’s tightly closed fist.

However, I didn’t get angry openly in the presence of my servants.

Did he think it’s important? I raised the corners of my mouth and smiled sarcastically.

“Really, how did they get in?”

The Count didn’t immediately respond to my words. Instead, he nodded his head after barely making a sound.

“A, about that.“

I looked away from him and pretended to cut the meat of the grilled bird on the plate.

He was the one who started a fight because he was a little sarcastic. I wish Carla could see how he looks now.

I desperately suppressed what I wanted to hum lightly.

“Phew, you don’t know how upset I am that the bed sheets are dirty. I recently changed them with a new one.”

The dining room was quiet. The only sound that could be heard was the occasional clink of dishes.

Even the servants in the audience seemed to be paying attention.

I wasn’t angry, but I knew how to act angry when others saw me.

Fortunately, Carla’s face was less expressive, making it appear more so.

The Count rolled his eyes as if to try to calm me down.

“Count.”

When I called his name, the Count looked at me with a startled expression.

How can he look so ugly? I swallowed my true intention, smiled broadly and continued.

“It’s our wedding anniversary soon, isn’t it?”

The wedding anniversary is too far away to say it’s coming up soon, but I dared to bring it up as an excuse.

The Count enjoyed a trip with his lover on their wedding anniversary last year. Carla had found two train tickets as evidence of his affair, which showed how far he had gone from the capital. On the barely crumpled train ticket, the names of Count Icarus and a woman were written.

After returning from a trip, the Count gave Carla a necklace made of low-quality ruby as a gift for their wedding anniversary.

The fact that the diamond necklace was written on the included receipt made Carla even more desperate.

I’m sure it’s stuck in his mistress’s neck. Of course, it wasn’t something I received, and it wasn’t something I bought with my own money, but I couldn’t help but feel hurt.

‘Poor woman.’

Carla was pitiful. Even though I was possessed for two months, I couldn’t get used to being treated like her. Sometimes I felt suffocated.

“I heard it’s a trend to give mines as gifts in the capital these days.”

I spoke very directly.

.

I want to get a trendy gift in the capital city, but a man who seems to have his brain in his legs might give me something ridiculous.

“I want to get a diamond mine this wedding anniversary. It’s romantic.”

The Count had a diamond mine. It was on Carla’s dowry list, so he’ll still probably have it.

Since it was a small mine, it wasn’t a big asset, so it wasn’t a bad thing to give or get on a wedding anniversary.

I looked at him as I carefully used a fork to the nearly torn meat and put it in my mouth.

The Count thought for a moment, then he nodded his head as if he was dying.

He seemed to think it would be cheaper to turn over a small diamond mine than to turn my eyes inside out and rip his mistress’s hair out.

“Aside from that, do you want anything more?”

He can give the mine to his wife without any trouble, but he can’t give it to his mistress because of that.

And he’ll undoubtedly struggle to satisfy the wretched mistress for a while. Is there anything more fun than that? I might be unable to straighten my back from laughing if the Count even had a fingernail mark on his cheek.

I shook my head. Then, as if something suddenly came to mind, I added.

“The butler’s salary is cut by two months. He neglected to manage the keys.”

The Count didn’t say anything. The grilled bird was delicious, but there were too many small bones.

When I finished eating and headed to my room, Bell, my exclusive maid, followed two steps behind me. She was so nervous that she couldn’t take care of this Lady as she did yesterday.

“Madam, should I bring a book?”

“No, I’m tired. I’ll take a rest, so come when I call you.”

“Yes. Please take a rest.”

I kicked Bell out and lay down on the bed. After the nerve war was over, I was exhausted. Carla managed to live two years with that.

Count Icarus didn’t even know that Carla was different from usual. No, not everyone in this mansion knows that Carla is not the real Carla.

I felt like I was going to cry for no reason, so I took a deep breath. I missed my mom, who I couldn’t contact for a long time. What if she’s crying because I’m missing?

I missed my friends who I couldn’t contact often because of work. I even wanted to see the team leader, who fought to death every day.

Everyone must be surprised that I had disappeared. Of course, Carla disappeared, but it was even more pitiful to think that no one knew about her. Would it have been better if she had been in an accident and a dead body possessed me?

The bed sheets that were washed and replaced cleanly didn’t smell much.

“Ah, that’s right. List, list.”

I stretch my body on the bed. It would be pretty ugly if other people saw it, but I didn’t care.

Reaching out, he lifted the marble with the broken corner and pulled out the roll of paper and the diary underneath. Even though I was in a place with no light, I found the dowry list through the papers stained with tears.

“Not this, not this… Ah, I found it.”

The dowry list was three pages. It was a mix of everything from easy-to-cash jewels to large and small mines.

Laying on my stomach on the bed, I scattered the list with my fingers and found the diamond mine. The mine was written halfway down the list.

A soft pencil kept with the diary was marked small next to it. I felt proud for no reason.

“I’ll find everything for you. Trust this sister.”

If the Count had Carla’s property, he’d use it for his mistress anyway, so it’d be right to take it back.

I stroked Carla’s diary once. It was made of good leather, and there were stains on the outside cover, but there were no tears or damage. But Carla’s true feelings, which were written on the paper, were very hurt.

Poor Carla, she pondered endlessly about what she had done wrong. If she had been a little more friendly, if she had been more cheerful, if she had a more lovely face—but none of that was the answer.

Because she wasn’t the one who broke the trust between a couple who swore to stay pure in the name of God. I couldn’t figure out why she, the victim, thought she was to blame for her husband’s affair. I can only guess that it was because she loved him. Among them was self-blame for failing to fulfil the wife’s duties because she failed to satisfy her husband in bed.

[Praying to God doesn’t give birth to a child. So I’m going to wash my virtueless.]

She doubted her body for over two years because she didn’t have children, but I suspected the Count. Even the mistress whose bodies were said to have been overlapping for more than a year didn’t have children.

He didn’t even use contraception. Still, they don’t have children, and when the seasons change, shouldn’t it be impossible for a couple with only one mandatory bed to have children?

But Carla didn’t seem to think so. There were also traces that she wrote down all kinds of folk remedies to have a good baby and then erased them.

She led the charity, wrote a letter to a lonely old woman, and reached out to Young Lady, who had no one to lean on at first.

When I read about her actions, I wondered if other people were like her.

Looking through her diary, I discovered she was not a saint. Instead, she was an aristocratic woman who was merciless to the faults of her subordinates.

Then she fell in love with the Count and even changed her own nature.

In this novel, Carla is a very mad woman. She was so mad at love that she abandoned her family and even herself.

But somehow, she just didn’t seem like a stranger. When I like something, I don’t look at anything else, which gets me in trouble with the people around me.

“What is love? Everyone is so crazy about it…”

I stroked the diary once more, and then put it back under the bed. Then, with a click, the wad of paper disappeared under the marble floor.

“Ha—”

As soon as I got onto the bed, I let out a breath I had been holding back. Every time I look at the diary, I feel like I’m peeking into someone else’s abyss, so it wasn’t very enjoyable.

I pulled the rope next to the bed to distract my disturbed mind. Belle opened the door as if she had been waiting nearby.

“Do you call me, Madam.”

I tried to order her to bring me tea, but I stopped.

The reason was that I didn’t feel like drinking tea or sending her on errands.

I said, with my hair ruffled from rolling on the bed.

“Could you comb my hair?”

“Yes.”

Sitting on the dressing table, I looked straight into the mirror. Belle slowly began to brush my hair.

I could see Carla’s black hair and pale skin in the mirror. The bloodless skin also looked like a sick person who had not been exposed to sunlight for a long time.

Her face looked more like an apprentice priest in a prayer house than an aristocrat’s.

However, the slightly raised eyes and closed lips didn’t belong to the person who entrusted the body to God.

Only black eyes gleamed. Are those eyes mine, or are they Carla’s?

I closed my eyes, and the image reflected in the mirror disappeared. Poor Carla.

******

This crazy world had a more distant system than I thought. But, of course, it’s just ‘more than you think’. They were monogamous, and divorces were rare.

Because divorce has to prove the immorality of one side, because it is a world of people playing ‘haha hoho’ with more than one mistress.

However, it was against the moral idea of an unmarried person and a married person to have an affair. That’s why it’s essential to get married and enjoy each other’s feelings. The word “crazy” kept coming out of my mouth.

It was hard even to imagine how crazy the Count had been doing with the female lead, who is still unmarried.

An illegitimate child born of an affair should be held responsible by a person of higher status. If they had equal status, it was common for the person with more property to be responsible.

In short, if the female lead, the mistress, had a child, the Count was responsible for it.

If Carla only proved the Count’s immorality, divorce would also be possible. But she didn’t want it.

She didn’t write it down in her diary, but it was obvious that she would care for the Count’s illegitimate child as if she had given birth to it. But, of course, I wasn’t. What’s so nice about taking care of someone else’s child?

“Ugh.”

Unknowingly, I let out a groan through my mouth, and Bell took a step back in surprise.

“Did it hurt?”

“Ah—”

I blinked in surprise. Bell was pale with no blood to the tips of her fingers. She seems to know that she is pulling my hair strongly.

“No, I was thinking of something else.”

Watching Bell trembling, I wondered if Carla had a worse personality than I thought. Everyone trembles no matter what I say, and even the maid she’s been with for the longest time is often frightened.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror from different angles and nodded. It was a hairstyle that had the side hair tied back and wavy hair with pins here and there. It looked really pretty without any other decorations.

“Yes, it’s pretty. I love it.”

Only then Bell let out a small sigh of relief.

“Madam, shall I decorate your hair with pearls?”

I thought for a moment. I wasn’t going anywhere, so there was no need to bother. Still, looking at the pearl, I pretended to be innocent and said to Bell.

“Just a few.”

Bell opened the drawer and took out a small box. Glittering beads rolled around in the box.

It wasn’t pearls. If it is a pearl, there is no way that fingerprints remain so clearly on the surface. Because oil from human hands can erase it from the pearls. But I didn’t really want to bring it up.

There was a winding pin on one side of the bead. It looks like I can decorate my hair with that.

Bell picked up some beads and put them between the braids. Surprisingly, the beads didn’t fall off easily. Instead, the decorations gleamed in the light as I turned my head from side to side.

“Madam, you are very elegant. The pearls look good on you.”

“I see. Good job.”

I like it. Yeah, if anything in this world was comforting to me, it was this.

Life was like falling into a dark well and hanging from a small tree branch with a lion’s mouth open above and a snake’s tongue wagging below. Still, it was a human law to eat a few drops of honey that flowed from the tip of the branch.

“Excuse me, Madam—”

When I looked proud, Bell spoke to me carefully.

“With all due respect, we have to clean up the old invitation, what should we do?”

It was something I had forgotten. It’s been two months since I’ve been possessed by Carla, but I’ve rarely been out. At best, I took a carriage as I did yesterday and went around the outskirts of the nearby city.

When I first went out, I shuddered to remember that my legs were swollen even though I didn’t walk a few steps. Still, I had to go out once.

AD

Social activities are like aristocratic duties, and Carla used to make appointments with others. So even if there was a rumor that she wasn’t feeling well, it wasn’t a reason for her to stay away.

They may be suspicious for nothing. I sighed and looked at Bell.

“Yeah, bring me the invitation.”

“Yes!”