Chapter 1
“I need to transmigrate.”
It was something I used to say all the time.
“Cut it out. That’s the medieval era. No smartphones or modern tech—how would you even survive?”
“What if you end up transmigrating into a slave? It’s a rigid class society, and you might not even meet the male lead.”
Every time I lamented like a broken record, my friends and coworkers would wave me off, laughing—but I was completely serious.
No matter how much I earned, my paycheck only brushed past my bank account. A semi-basement room shared with bugs and mold. Dreary clothes and cheap cosmetics.
And something I could never say out loud to anyone…
[Send me some money again this time. I raised you, didn’t I?]
[Hey, I’m trying to start a business—don’t you have a lump sum for your brother?]
[Sweetie, have you thought about marriage? I know someone who’s considering remarriage…]
My life was no different from that of the urban poor in South Korea.
Even when I cut off contact, they somehow tracked down my workplace and caused a scene—three times.
They weren’t family. They were enemies. There were moments I wanted to die.
So I escaped into novels. I didn’t want to live in that wretched reality.
My favorite genre was regret-themed romance fantasy. Watching the trash male lead grovel at the female lead’s feet later on—it was pitiful and thrilling at the same time.
After devouring hundreds of those novels—
One day, I found myself transmigrated into one of them.
Into the romance fantasy novel “The Saintess Who Hid Her Holy Power from the World”, as a ten-year-old princess named Charlotte.
There was no doubt.
Pink hair reflected in the mirror, green eyes like fresh foliage, and skin as smooth as pearls.
A bedroom vast as a palace, furniture glittering with jewels, countless maids, attendants, servants, and even knight escorts.
“This is insane!”
…I spent a few days denying reality, but nothing changed.
What should I do?
Curled up under the covers, I thought it through—and reached a conclusion.
If this is how it is, then I might as well think positively. A poor nobody from Korea turned into a rich noble overnight—what’s so bad about that?
If I had to pick a flaw… no smartphone—no, that’s not the point.
The problem was that “Charlotte,” the one I had possessed, was a villainess who bullied the female lead, Aurora, and eventually had her neck cut off by the male lead, Cedric.
Also, a crisis would soon befall the kingdom of Synchester—and I would have to resolve it.
And aside from that, I barely remembered the detailed plot.
Oh—and as a mere supporting character, I had absolutely no special powers.
“…Wait, that’s more downsides than I thought.”
Still, those were future problems. I could just change the original story.
Besides, the fact that my hellish family was gone made everything worth it.
“Alright. Since I’ve become a rich and beautiful princess, I’m going to live this life successfully.”
After reaffirming my resolve, I got out of bed—and the very first thing I said was:
“Um… is polyandry allowed in Synchester?”
Being beautiful, rich, and powerful—it was exhilarating.
Lookism worked anywhere, so most people treated me kindly. And if someone was unpleasant, I could always put them in their place with money and authority.
But I was someone who had learned about democracy and human rights in South Korea.
I had studied the ideals of the French Revolution, the philosophy of Gandhi, and above all, the virtue of humility.
How could I oppress the weak and vulnerable?
So I treated everyone as kindly as possible, and even with rude people, I only showed the slightest bit of temper.
—If I may be so bold, I believe I might be slightly more competent.
—Perhaps I’m mistaken, but I don’t think you handled that very well either.
—This may sound quite rude, but would it be alright if I imprisoned your father?
Abigail, who taught me etiquette, was occasionally horrified—but I could confidently say I was nothing like the villainess from the original story.
As a result, my relationships with both major and minor characters began to change.
First, there was Erdan—King of Synchester, the Pope, and my older brother.
Originally, he was “Fish #2” in Aurora’s pool of admirers.
He was a complete pushover who showered Aurora with gifts and mercilessly punished my misdeeds.
From the moment I transmigrated, I pitied his gullibility and tried to live diligently so as not to fall out of his favor.
Gradually, Erdan began to cherish me—and now, nine years later, that same gullibility was somehow directed at me instead of Aurora.
Like one of those stories tagged #ObsessiveBrother.
Surprisingly, I also became friends with Aurora.
A breathtaking beauty with shimmering platinum hair and blue eyes, she was a saintess whose divine power surpassed even Erdan’s—but because so many people sought to exploit her, she lived in hiding.
It sounded like a harsh life, but in truth… Aurora was simply a bit lazy and extremely clever.
Just like modern web novel heroines.
I liked her very much, and we quickly became close.
At this point, if Cedric—the male lead—showed up and confessed, “I’ve actually always liked you,” it would complete the classic transmigration trio cliché!
But Cedric didn’t join us.
Whenever he saw me, he only spoke in stiff, formal tones.
I wasn’t disappointed. Not at all.
…I mean, it’s not like I was expecting a romantic ending with the male lead or anything.
Anyway, after transmigrating, I worked hard to eliminate the story’s “landmines.”
Fortunately, the original plot gradually became clearer in my memory, and with Aurora’s help, I was able to prevent the crisis facing Synchester.
Yes—my life could truly be called a success.
At least, until my nineteenth birthday banquet.
