TITLE: I was only an EXTRA but the Villain and Male Lead tries to pursue me?!
WRITTEN BY: B_A_DG_R
COVER ILLUSTRATION BY: B_A_DG_R
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CHAPTER 1
I'll start with a recap!
So...
I was reincarnated in a novel that I don't appear to be familiar with. My memories of my past life seems to be rather blear.
I can't even remember my own name because I don't remember anything about myself!
The more time I spend here, the more I forget about my previous life!
My head makes me feel lightheaded whenever I try to think clearly, and it is clearly painful.
It's been a week since I transmigrated into this unknown novel. I'm aware that I'm inside a novel, though, since stuffs like magic or whatever don't actually exist in the real world.
But...it can be, which explain my transmigration...ugh! I don't know!
Even though I no longer remember anything about myself, I can still recall certain events from my past life.
My character's look does not possess the appearance of either a heroine or a villainess.
I'd be lucky to be a minor character at best.
Then, I heard a loud knock on my room's door. Sara was there, as usual, smiling widely.
"Good morning, young miss! The master is calling for you to join them for breakfast in the dining room,"
"Uh...do I have to?"
I sighed and pulled my blanket to cover my face. Sara sighed, and she quickly pulled my blanket.
"H-hey!"
Sara refused to give back the blanket after I attempt to take it back many times.
"Young miss, you've been behaving weird ever since you fainted last week,"
She looked at me with suspiciously narrowed eyes.
"But I'm still sick...can't I just eat here again instead?"
I tried to pretend to have a headache, but Sara just laughed.
Sara, who has been Delie's nanny since she was a baby, is the person she considers as her second mother according to Delie's memory.
It's already normal for them whenever Sara gently scolds her.
"Your fever has already subsided, as stated by the doctor, so you can resume your usual schedule!"
That's true...
I've had a minor fever ever since my reincarnation a week ago, which the family doctor diagnosed when I tried to remember the memories of my past life.
The reason they were bothered when I started acting so strangely, they claimed, was that Delie used to be known to be a very polite and soft-spoken young lady.
Delie, who is eight years old, may be much more mature than me, who is an adult...
A sudden change of behavior can make them normally worried and suspicious.
I wonder how old I was exactly in my previous life?
I have the feeling that I am much older than an 8-year-old girl. I do know that, at least...
I even unintentionally blurt out swear words like "sh*t," "st*p*d," "id*ot," "dumb*ss," and "f*ck."
"Alright...I'll go get dressed,"
Defeated, I sighed leaving me no choice.
"Let me help you,"
Sara went to select a few lovely dresses from my enormous wardrobe. Despite having already seen it, I'm still in awe of Delie's extensive collection of clothes.
I only wear nightgowns when I'm ill, and I mainly eat in my bedroom, where Sara simply brings me a tray of food together with my medicines.
Delie seems to enjoy purple shades as well because the majority of her clothes belong into the purple palette.
"So? Which do you prefer? This one with ribbon? Or the one with a lot of ruffles?"
While picking up multiple dresses, Sara asked me.
"I'll just wear that,"
I gestured at a fairly plain dress.
"You mentioned that you wanted to wear something more girly since you hadn't worn this in a while,"
Do I really?
I mean...do Delie really?
"I wanted to wear something less flashy today,"
I nodded at her. I opted for a plain dress for two reasons: one, I don't like very extravagant clothes, and second, those other dresses look so heavy.
How on earth could an eight-year-old kid wear that?! They must have a lot of muscle!
"Let's get you change!"
Sara undress my white nightgown and gives me sets of undergarments.
It's a good thing I don't have to wear a cors--!
"Young Miss, hold your breath for a second,"
Damn it!
When I saw the corset, my eyes widened.
Heavens noooo!
"Do I have to?"
Hello? I'm just eight years old here! A tight corset will hinder my growth!
"Young Miss, don't worry; this corset is designed for girls your age,"
Sara grinned while being unaware to my shock reaction at the corset she was holding.
I sucked as much of my stomach in as I could as she began to put the corset on me. After brushing my hair and putting on the dress I had previously chosen, she puts a small, light-purple ribbon on the right side of my hair.
"You look really pretty, young miss!"
In response to appreciating me, Sara claps her hands. I was startled by myself when I looked in the mirror.
I...
I look...
I look pretty..!
NORMAL
Yes, I can be regarded as pretty, but not to the point where I transformed into someone else. Just a 20% improvement to my attractiveness; nothing more.
I guess this means that I'm not really an important character here.
Not a heroine nor a villainess.
Ha...
"How do you feel, young miss?"
"I'm not sure if the weight of this dress or the tightness of the corset is what makes me feel like I'm going to die,"
I complained in a laid-back manner about the stack of thick undergarments and the tight corset that was underneath my dress.
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The bathroom in this mansion is so large that it's comparable to the size of a standard house.
Where the dining room is, there is a large door where we came to a stop. I breathed out and opened the door with both hands to reveal the exquisite dining room.
Large windows, a long rectangular table, chandeliers, and a number of side butlers and maids.
This is really a dining room for nobles...
My family were eating breakfast at the moment, and there was a huge amount of food on the table. My father saw me looking at them and beckoned for me to join them.
"T-thank you for waiting!"
I instantly lifted my dress and rushed over to them. I heard my mother shrieking at me for being bad mannered.
Sara fake coughed as I was about to take a seat, which reminded me of something.
Dumb*ss! I forgot!
"Umm..greetings to you, father and mother! Good morning!!"
I gave them my best curtsy.
I almost forgot it!
Mother sighed, and I heard father chuckling.
"You look horrible,"
David, my older brother who is ten years old, pertains to me.
This brat I would have already pinched your ears if you weren't my brother. You know, I'm older mentally than you.
I think?
I greeted my brother and smiled brightly at him.
"Good morning, brother!"
I made an effort to conceal my annoyance from him, but he ignored me.
Grrr! This kid! He is quite annoying; instead of acting like an elder brother, he acts like a little brother!
"Sister! Good morning!"
Dahlia, my younger sister, greeted me.
Aww, she's cute! Unlike that bratty brother!
David began to whisper as I threw him a sharp look.
"I swear I can feel someone behind me shooting daggers,"
He reportedly expressed unease.
"Good morning, my beautiful daughter! You may sit now!"
"Thank you, father!"
Delie recalls that her father, Count Darius La Eclaus, pamper her a lot, in contrast to her mother, Countess Inanna La Eclaus, who is usually strict with Delie, especially when it comes to manners and etiquette.
I took the fork and knife from the chair in front of me. For forgetting to place my table napkin on my lap, I noticed my mother looking at me.
"Come on dear, she's only eight! She makes mistakes too. We shouldn't be too strict to her,"
Darius explained to his wife, who shook her head in disapproval.
"Now that she is already eight, she needs to learn proper manners since this year, she will attend her first tea party and make her first social debut,"
Social debut? Tea Party?
That's really similar to what most novels I read with aristocrats...
"Where is this year's tea party going to be held?"
"In the residence of the Vi Claross marquis family, I've heard that their daughter is outstanding,"
Mother smiled warmly as she responded to father and it appears from the way she looks towards me that she wants me to be like her.
"Oh yes, David! I heard you already manifested your gift! What is it?"
Gift?