Hello! My name is Dolores, a sister from a monastery in the countryside! Is what I would like to say if it weren't for this situation...
"Sister, do you hate me now? You said you'd come visit me…" the girl beside me said, clinging to my arm.
This was Adele von Konrow, my sister and the protagonist of the novel I previously read titled "How to Live as the Black Swan of the Cursed Ducal Family." Now, she was clinging to me like crazy.
"Adele! Don't act like that towards her!" The voice belonged to my brother, Mark von Konrow.
"Hmph. You're just jealous that I'm close to sister," Adele retorted, tightening her grip on my arm.
"You...!" Mark spluttered, clearly flustered.
I put out my cigarette and grabbed Mark by the neck, rubbing my fist on his head. "You little punk! I told you not to squeal on me, didn't I?" I said, holding him in a headlock.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch! It hurts, sister!"
"Don't you understand what you've done?!" I yelled, not loosening my grip.
"Sister! You don't know what I went through!" Mark struggled, but my strength kept him in place.
"Adele, don't be like your idiot brother, okay?" I said, smiling at her.
"Of course, sister. I would never be like my incompetent brother," she replied, still clinging to me.
"Then, why did you do it, Mark?" I tightened my grip slightly.
"I had no choice! They said they'd destroy the duchy!"
"Better," I muttered.
"Sister!" Mark pleaded, his face desperate.
Hmph. It's not like I have good memories of that place either.
"Unless those idiots work together, there's no way they'll find this—"
[Xipe warns you of jinxing things]
"Oh, fuck," I muttered as a young sister barged into my room.
"Magdalene! I told you to knock before entering!" I scolded.
"B-but sister!"
"No buts!"
"S-sister! Listen, it's urgent!" she panted, clearly having rushed here.
"Okay, shoot."
"There are these guys who want to meet you! They said they'll destroy this place if you don't show up!"
A vein throbbed in my head as I slowly stretched my body and clenched my fist.
"Pieces of shit," I muttered under my breath.
"I told you, sister! They kept wanting to see you—" Marcus's voice was cut off as I knocked him on the head.
"Shut up, you incompetent brat!"
"Do you really have to do this, sister?" Adele asked in a worried tone.
Tsk. She's the one who started this mess, but I can't help but adore her. I patted her head gently.
"I could never repay the debt I owe you, so let your sister handle these idiots," I said while giving her a big smile.
"Sister..." Adele said as she surprised me with a hug on my waist.
Suddenly, the door in the room flung open, Dust enveloped the room and through the the fog emerged a figure with golden blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and sharply defined facial features that seemed chiseled by the gods themselves.
He was Peter Edencrown, the crown prince and the male lead of "How to Live as the Black Swan of the Cursed Ducal Family."
"Where is Dolores?" His cold voice cut through the air.
I slipped my hands into my pockets, lighted a cigarette between my lips as I strode towards him.
"I'm right here, huh?!" I spat at him, my face contorted in contempt.
"How dare you come here, wreck my place just to find my sister, huh?! Do you want to die?!"
"No," he replied calmly.
"Huh?" I was taken aback by his response.
"I came for you, Dolores, no, Josephine von Konrow," he declared.
I took a step back in disbelief. "W-what?"
He closed the distance and moved closer to my face.
And then off-guardedly, he reached out and took my hand, pressing his lips to it gently.
"Become my queen, Josephine," he said in his low yet terrifying voice.
Suddenly, a large fireball went in our direction, but we quickly avoided it.
"You damned imperial rat! I knew I shouldn't have trusted you!" Marcus, the sub male lead of the novel, also appeared, his red hair blazed like wildfire and his red eyes burning with fury. He was the Archmage of the Magic Tower.
"Dolores will become my partner," he declared proudly.
Another vein throbbed on my head as frustration slowly boiled inside me.
[Eros smirks and says that it isn't over]
"Huh?"
I was startled, as someone suddenly enveloped me in a tight hug from behind. "Josephine," a deep yet mellow voice murmured. "You said you wouldn't leave me."
I glanced up and locked eyes with Damian, the Grand Duke of the North, the antagonist of the novel. His jet-black hair fell with his cold, defined features, his eyes were like obsidian.
"You...!"
"Will you please stay away from the saintess?" I gulped, feeling the holy aura emanating from Jude, the bishop of the cathedral.
With hair as white as snow and eyes that shimmered with a pure holy light, his extravagant robes exuded a holy aura.
Another figure suddenly appeared, forcefully pulling me away from Damian's grasp.
"Why are you all so fixated on my fiancée?" Jhake, the Marquis of Wealth, my former fiancé and a supporting character, said.
His platinum blonde hair gleamed under the dim light, showing his sharp features, and his green eyes glinted in greed.
Another vein added in my head as my patience started to dissipated.
[Hecatia is angry at them in your behalf!]
[Loki tells you to snap at them]
[Thor hits his brother Loki]
[Tyr tells you that it's find to snap.]
"Fuck this! I can't take it anymore!"
I snapped my fingers, creating a massive sound wave that reverberated throughout the entire forest.
The room fell silent.
I sighed.
How did it turn out like this?