Chapter 1

I was very young when I first remembered my previous life. I was probably around two years old.

The nanny, who seemed busy that day, only gave me a rattle as a present, and left. For your information, I was two years & 24 months old. I was too mature to play with a rattle, but I had nothing else to do, so I listened to the rattle shake in my hand. As I was shaking it, I felt dizzy. I shook the rattle so hard that it shook me altogether. I had a sudden headache.

It was too much pain to bear at a young age. I couldn’t scream. I held my head and turned to the floor. The next moment, I regained my previous life’s memories. It was ridiculous, but I really did. That was the first time I remembered my past life. The memory contained so little pleasure. In my previous life, I was a college student who lived in Seoul, Korea. The reason why I mentioned that I was a college student among many other identities, was because I died at a young age.

I died at twenty-one. It was a flower-like age. The cause of death was a traffic accident. To put it this far, my luck seems normal even if it was like that. But the problem was the cause of the traffic accident. I had a car accident trying to avoid a stalker. The stalker was a senior in my class.

When we first met, I was a freshman, I greeted them because I was a first-timer, answered their questions thoroughly because they were a senior, and laughed a lot while talking when the atmosphere became awkward. But who knew it would be the start of a fire?

‘Hey, why did you laugh with me then? Huh? Why, why did you do that?’

I thought he was crazy. It was a day when I told him to stop his one-sided contact of kindness and gifts that lasted a year.

The stalker, who was wearing a mask called “senior,” found me in front of my house that night, with a knife and said exactly that. Wow, coming here the only day my web novel updates. Of course, being scared, I turned and ran. My opponent followed me and the longest chase in my life took place.

I was unlucky. I was so concerned about my pursuer that I couldn’t even see around the corner that led me to the main road, where…

“Faang!”

Well. That’s how it turned out.

‘Oh, the rattle’s coming off. ’

That’s how I felt when I remembered it. It wasn’t a good memory.

Though I missed the family members and friends I had in my previous life, I felt so much more unpleasant that I died, that I covered my mouth. Ugh, it’s awful. If only I could rule out all the stalkers in the world. It was a painful memory to recall, but it wasn’t a bad thing that I had remembered my previous life. It also had its strong points. One thing is that I was able to realize just how rich and luxurious my life here, started out as. This place was different in many ways from my old world.

There was magic instead of civilization, swords and carriages instead of guns and cars. There was a royal family and there was a hierarchy, just like the world in a common fantasy novel. And I was a noble here, not just any noble, but the eldest daughter of a high ranking family who was the highest rank among the families. What does that mean? It means I was born with a diamond spoon in my hand, not a gold spoon.

I wasn’t envious of anyone’s power. From the moment my umbilical cord was cut to when I was born, there was a red carpet laid out for me on every road. I just had to walk on that red carpet and live happily ever after.

God gave me this gift because I died miserably in my previous life.

Oh, come on. That’s right! God thought it was fair. A year later, however, that belief brought the first crisis.

“……She’ll be hurt if she finds out. ”

“Madame. ”

I knew the secret of my birth. It turned out I wasn’t a child born in this house. I was adopted. Somehow, my mother, the Duchess, who thought she would be a mother, was diagnosed with infertility before marriage, and she adopted me believing in that. But, that was a lie, and the doctor who diagnosed her was a quack. Mom, no, the Duchess… Oh, I don’t know. Anyway, my mother sobbed in a wet voice, saying she would put the doctor on trial.

At that time, my younger brother was in my mom’s stomach. I was done with this world. Really. How could you do this to me? God gave me a spoon. Why’s he taking everything away now? Furthermore, it wasn’t just because of the spoon, but because my mom and dad were good people. I thought it would be a warm and harmonious family.

I thought I was going to cry. I wish I didn’t know. Then I would have been happier. Why did I have to wake up at this hour and get thirsty? Why did I have to go past their bedroom? How come the bedroom wasn’t soundproof? There was no use in complaining. Since then, I often cried in my pillowcases secretly. I thought about my future and what would happen if I got kicked out.

But over time, I still didn’t get rid of my burdens .

‘Hmm?’

A year, or two years later, I couldn’t wait to walk and run. Not long ago, I saw a toy knife and smashed a wooden post with it. How long can I stay in this house? Wondering about it, I suddenly caught the attention of a passerby and asked.

“Bessie. ”

“Yes, miss. ”

“When am I getting out of this house?”

“What?”

I was seven years old at the time. I replied by turning around and saying that I knew the secret of my birth. I could see Bessie, the maid, more flustered than ever before.

“What are you talking about, miss? Don’t mention that. No matter what anyone else says, you’re my master. You are the daughter of the Duke. Don’t tell me anything like that!”

Bessie was so frightened and I was left blank. Huh, yeah? But I don’t think I heard wrong in the past. Maybe she decided to keep it hidden. It was a good thing for me. To be honest, it was a relief. That day, I wet my pillowcase with tears of relief and joy, not sorrow. I welcomed the choice of mother and father with both arms.

‘Thank you! I’ll do my best!’

So the first crisis passed. Like I mentioned above, I was lucky because of my previous life. The second crisis appeared about four years later.

“Sister. ”

“Hmm?”

“Here . It’s a birthday present. ”

“Wow, when did you prepare all this? Thank you… Whoa…”

On my 11th birthday. My brother put something out for me as a birthday present. I laughed and tried to answer, but I couldn’t help but break.

“Eup, Eup, Eup!”

‘What’s this?’

It was a person.

Moreover, I knew their face. Melissa, a maid in this house who was in charge of cleaning my room.

I looked in bewilderment at her, dressed in a pretty dress and wearing a ribbon on her head, while her whole body was taped and her mouth was gagged.

“What, what, is this?”

When I finally asked, my younger brother answered me without batting an eyelash.

“A doll! What do you think? I was trying to get the same doll as the one sister had. But it was imported from a foreign country long ago, so it doesn’t sell it anymore. I’m a little off the mark, but I’ve prepared this one. Do you like it?”

Now, I’ll explain to you that this is all very confusing.

My brother thought Melissa was like my broken doll. It was just a simple toy on the shelf in my room. And Melissa, who was then clothed like the doll, by my brother, is of course not a doll, but a human. This madman called a human being who was alive, a doll. At the time, I freaked out and put my fist to my brother’s head.

“Ouch!”

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