Anyone Beats the Original

Chapter 1

Prologue

I’m sorry from the start, but let me provoke your sympathize with the sense of shame level first.

Nom-nom, nom-nom, nom-nom, nom-nom.

The various dirty sounds that rang in the garden poured the attention of the people around me. All eyes were filled with bewilderment, including servants, maids, and butlers.

In it, I gently put the cream on my finger in my mouth. Eventually, I was so tired that I had to eat with a plate-like dog’s bowl, and then my stomach was full.

“Oh, it’s delicious. It’s really, really delicious.”

“…I’m glad it was delicious.”

The man sitting in front of me calmly spoke. He was the only one with a calm face in the midst of everyone’s absurd eyes on me.3

As expected, the criminal in the novel. The comfort that doesn’t shake in anything- No, it shows a calmness.

But it’s not over yet.

Whether the man in front of me is the most handsome or the sexiest of all the people I’ve ever seen in my life, I had to hear my refusal from this man. That’s how I live.

Pride, it’s nothing to me and tells them that it’s okay they give it to a dog!

To make it look as short as possible, I laughed happily and smeared the cream on my mouth.

And at that moment, as the man’s forehead narrowed, I smiled a smile of remorse.

I did all sorts of dirty things and even laughed dumbly, but you’re not saying you’re going to marry me, right? I looked at the man with an expectant look.

Kick me out! Come on, turn me down! Please kick me out of your life!

But-

“Marry me, Evangeline Clauda.”2

In the 5th year of possessed’s life, 3 weeks before entering the original novel, she received a proposal from ‘the final dark secret of the original novel’.

…After all, am I a doomed ending?

Chapter 1. It’s so difficult to twist the original story that everyone else does.

I’m dead. In a plane crash.

And when I opened my eyes again, I became Evangeline Clauda, the extra of the romance fantasy novel ‘The Relationship Under the Night’.

In fact, I didn’t realize from the beginning that this place was ‘The Relationship Under the Night’. There are a number of novels I have read in my life, but would I live while remembering every single name of Extra?1

Then, not long after I got out of the shock of the possession, I heard the names of the male lead and the criminal, and I was sure that I had possessed in the novel.

She was the wife of the criminal who turned the tide, and as an extra who was stabbed to death by the sword of the heroine at the end of the story.

Ha, extra. Oh, my God… she’s not the villain, she’s just an extra.

An extra whose text only mentions ‘someone’s wife, and who smiled softly.’

One good thing in the meantime was that Evangeline was a beautiful woman who would be sorry if she didn’t destroy three countries.

To the point where I wonder why the writer did not set a character with such a beautiful appearance as the main character.

However, Evangeline, who was born as a daughter of a parvenu, had a fragile and poor body, was so weak that she had never come out of bed until she was 15.

A sickly innocent pretty girl. Then I thought I’d get married to the Duke and shoot Harley Quinn’s Cliche, but I got into the wrong genre, so I stopped screaming…

I had a rather unlucky fate. Although only two lines appear in the novel.

But no matter how many dead flags were in the air, it was full of joy until I was actually possessed.

The fiancée of the criminal? The death of the extra? Well- I think I’ve seen this kind of possession a lot, really.

Besides, honestly, isn’t that the trend these days?

I was possessed by extras, and I thought I was the main character! …not the extra.1

In that sense, I really believed that the original work would be ruined at the point of time I was possessed, I thought if I leave people room in a relationship and acted recklessly, I’d write a new history in the realm of Romance, fantasy.

This was never something I was overreacting about. I thought about it with my conscience, and I was possessed by a novel. Oh, I’m the supporting character. Who would think about it? It wasn’t me anyway.

In that sense, what I did as soon as I noticed that I was possessed was nothing else but the wedding preparation.

In the story, Evangeline was the wife of the Duke of Florence, who was the criminal, and her death was also greeted with him because she was the wife of the Duke. So once I didn’t have to marry the Duke, I had to do it.

When I was possessed, Evangeline was 15 years old, and the Crown Prince was 20 years old. At the beginning of the original work, the Crown Prince had a 25-year birthday party, so I still had five years to go.

Of course, I tried to marry someone else when I was a little embarrassed because I didn’t know that Evangeline and the Duke’s marriage was going to come true. If it has already happened, it’s better if it starts with a contract marriage and ends with a happy ending.

So I told my father on the day I made up my mind.

“Father, I want to get married.”

“Yes, the best guy for our Eve. We need to line up the nobles too… so how about the Duke of Florence? If it’s Eve, we’ll be able to conquer him easily.”

What the heck? I’m getting married because I don’t want to meet him.

Of course, I refused. And I asked my father to find someone else besides him.

But somehow, the marriage that my father brought was all wrong in humanity or the married nobles, and I realized that my father was thinking about me as if I were trying to connect with the nobleman.

So I went out to find the groom myself. It doesn’t matter if it’s an extra, and it doesn’t matter if it’s a male lead too. Heroine, you’re pretty and capable, so you’ll live well on your own.2

It was the last of my selfishness, but my life was more important. So I turned my eyes on the bridegroom, and my father, who wanted to send me to the aristocratic society somehow, supported my social debut with both arms.

Actually, I thought about marrying a commoner without difficulty, but I thought my father wouldn’t allow it.

I’m not afraid to get kicked out of the house, but I still have how many legacies I will receive.

Anyway, as a result of showing my face to the society so consistently, I was soon able to make a relationship with the Crown Prince.

Wow, easy. Is this because of my beauty or my father’s wealth?

Either way, it was a good thing for me.

I could easily approach the Crown Prince, and meet the 2nd Prince, who later fell in love with the heroine. And so I firmly believe in my charm as a possessed’s girl, and I try building them up with my own voluptuous narratives and eventually luring them-

“Your Royal Highness the Crown Prince. Please marry me.”

“Lady Clauda. Let’s pretend I didn’t hear this.”2

-What? She got dumped bravely. In the middle of the party where all the nobles are watching.

My thoughts were short. I’ve never been in a relationship, so I couldn’t tell if it was a fling or a courtesy.

Only that day did I realize what it was like to have shame.

She was praised for her beauty that would have conquered society if not for her bloodline, and she confessed in a loud voice in front of more than a hundred nobles…

Oh, I’m so embarrassed.

Even after the confession, I was stamped as ‘the daughter of the parvenu, a woman who was disgraced by a dog for only trusting her face and body to the Crown Prince.’

When I was in society, people looked at me and gossiped, and even some people thought it was all I could do if I took it off, glancing at my chest. ‘You vulgar woman!’ they murmured.

Eventually, after confessing to the Crown Prince and being dumped, I decided to stay as far away from the center of the original story as possible.

If I can’t marry someone else, it’s natural that I don’t get married. Yes, I was a non-marriages in my previous life, and I must have dreamed of a useless fairy tale because I’ve been possessed.

So I wiped out all the wealth in the house and tried to leave a note saying, ‘Father, mother. Your girl, I’m going to cut off the world and serve God.’ And as a result–

“Tell me, Eve. Why on earth did you leave the house?”

“…”

“You don’t have to do that if you’re too embarrassed about your work with the Crown Prince. Your father is gonna find you a better marriage. How about the Duke of Florence?”

“…”

“He’s more handsome than the Crown Prince. He’ll be your taste.”

She was caught three days after running away and returned home.

I feel hopeless at this point. Is this really God’s sign to marry the Duke? Or is it just a divine revelation to die?

I just sat quietly, sticking to my father’s question. After all, my father, who hadn’t heard the reason for running away from home from my mouth, concluded that I did it purely out of shame.

And I lay in bed for almost a week and thought.

What’s wrong? How can I avoid marrying the Duke?

In fact, it wasn’t that I didn’t think about how to rehabilitate the Duke of Florence after marriage.

However, father who was one of the so-called ‘Orange’* seduced my mother of a former life with ‘Hey, get in the car!’. She had to spend the rest of her life for dealing with and clearing away farther’s mistresses and said:

*Orange means young, rich people in 1980~1990, especially in Seoul.
‘Hey, get in the car!’ is a representative seducing line of Orange while riding on a car.

“Men weren’t fixing it.”

Therefore, I didn’t want to gamble like that, nor did I feel the need to.

Anyway, so each day went by, and I gave up halfway and waited for this original work to come. If there is a chance to meet the Duke, I will avoid everything, but what will happen if I avoid him?

And four and a half years possession’s life before entering into the original.

I had no choice but to jump up to my father’s words that he had made an appointment with the Duke of Florence.

“What? What are you talking about?”

I put the shrimp in my mouth and I asked without being able to stop eating from my mouth.

But my father replied looking at me very calmly.

“I’m trying to introduce you to the Duke of Florence.”

“Why, why?”

“Is there any other reason for introducing men and women?”

It should be. Of course, it should be. Love is not the only thing men and women do!

I cried inwardly. But my cry didn’t work for my father, and he ended the meal by saying, ‘We have an appointment for the next week, so take care of your skin properly’.

After returning to the room, the maid made a fuss over me, who was devastated.

“You’re very, very fortunate, my lady. If you marry the Duke, you’ll be the Duchess!”

So far, the duchess is the problem now? Someone is going to die though?

“Aren’t you happy, my lady?”

I sighed deeply. Am I really supposed to be assassinated? Do I really have to kill someone else to live? I don’t want to do that, but… As I was rolling my head, I clicked my tongue and called the maid.

“Aida.”

“Yes!”

Aida nodded at my call. I looked at her and took a long breath and opened my mouth.

“I have a favor to ask.”

“Just tell me.”

“From now on, bring everything the Duke of Florence likes and dislikes.”

Let’s just figure out what he likes first.

Running away from home was no use anyway. My father was as broad-footed as his wealth, so he knew all my destinations.

However, it was not realistic to catch others and marry them. I would not know if it was a few years ago, but it was impossible now. If I knew this would happen, then I’d marry a normal person and be kicked out of the house!

I blamed my ignorance but it didn’t work. For now, it was important to avoid this situation somehow.

I could feel that Aida liked it so much. She seemed to think that I was asking for the Duke’s taste to impress him.

I tried to change the genre from ‘The Possessed Lady’ to ‘The Survival’.

Soon Aida left the room and I headed to the kitchen alone. The chef hurriedly bowed while the kitchen members were screaming at my sudden appearance.

“Are you looking for something, my lady?”

I grinned and opened my mouth.

“I need some ice, can you give it to me?”

“Yes? Ice?”

In a world without refrigerators, ice is pretty precious. However, Clauda was not in a house struggling with the smallest amount of ice.

I felt the chef bewildered by the unexpected request of ‘Evangeline’, which is weak in her body for a lifetime, but I made use of my innocent and pretty appearance and made a grim expression.

Then the chef hastily brought a cup of ice.

“Is this enough?”

“No.”

I shook my head firmly at the sight of the four pieces of ice in the cup.

“…It’s not good to eat a lot of cold things.”

“I’m not eating it. So give it to me.”

Soon, the chef, who could not overcome my stubbornness, brought me an ice cube. When I received it, I was so happy that I laughed in a room.

After coming back to the room, I took a long deep breath. The maid to stop me went out, and now it was time for me alone.

I hurried to the bathtub, got cold water in the basin, and poured the ice into the colander.

And-

“It’s an ice shower for the flu.”

Swaaaaa.