GLHC 02

chapter 2

Her face looked so much like Daisy’s that anyone could tell they were mother and daughter. She gave a faint smile, and I stopped myself from sighing and smiled back.

“What’s Daisy doing? She’s been holed up in her room lately,” the lady said.

Watching her felt like seeing Daisy twenty years later. I really liked her character. Her gentle voice made my gloomy mood a little lighter.

“She’s… embroidering a handkerchief for Lord Lennox,” I said, trailing off. Our heroine had many talents, but embroidery wasn’t one of them.

Even the lady made a slightly displeased face when she heard that.

“…That won’t work,” she said.

“She seems to have half given up,” I shrugged.

The noblewoman gracefully brushed her soft brown hair from her shoulders, then handed me a piece of bread.

“This looks good. Have one, Celly.”

“Thank you,” I said, taking it politely with both hands.

She teased me lightly.

“You haven’t changed at all in ten years. You could at least treat me like a mother now.”

Her words sounded harsh, so I stepped back.

“What do you mean, ma’am? I’ll just live and die as a maid.”

“You were so determined to bury your bones in this house before,” she said.

“You treat a verbal promise like a real contract—typical of a countess,” I replied.

“You learned that from me, didn’t you?”

We exchanged playful smiles, both trying not to back down, but she eventually gave in.

“Alright, go on now,” she said.

I wasn’t sure if I could call a woman in her forties “sassy,” but her slender eyes gave off that impression. I ignored her gaze and stepped outside.

As soon as the door closed, a long sigh escaped me.

I had nothing urgent to do, so I wandered slowly down the hallway.

I saw knights training in the courtyard and maids walking in pairs, chatting. Everyone seemed busy in their own way.

Happy… I guess. Everyone but me.

Ugh, I thought. I want a sudden windfall. I wish I suddenly owned property with no taxes or paperwork problems.

I whispered these impossible wishes to myself like I used to in Korea and sighed again by the window.

“Aiyo…”

I leaned against the wall, groaning. Work wasn’t hard, yet each day felt mentally draining.

Honestly, I knew I had been lucky. An orphan girl with no connections working as a maid in a prestigious count’s house for ten years was a privilege. But somehow, I didn’t feel this was my place.

When I first opened my eyes, I was seven. Daisy had been four when she… took over my body.

According to the game, Daisy was kidnapped as a child. Her kidnapper, realizing she was a noble’s daughter, abandoned her at an orphanage to avoid the count’s retaliation.

I appeared in her body shortly after she arrived at the orphanage. Daisy had always been beautiful and stood out in the orphanage, which was full of neglected children. Naturally, she didn’t fit in.

Because of this, she was often lonely, with no friends. Then I appeared, suddenly shouting, “I’m in the same situation as you!” I was likely a huge comfort to her.

I was a hotheaded person who acted without thinking, but Daisy never asked how I knew her. Just having me as a friend seemed enough.

I wasn’t sure whether to call it a dream or some divine revelation—it didn’t matter. After that, the story went as expected.

A servant from the Wintelia household found Daisy and notified the count’s house. Thanks to that, Daisy returned to her parents.

Luckily, she refused to go without me, so I came along.

And so, I’d been a maid in her house for about ten years.

“Ah… they train hard,” I muttered.

Being a maid in a noble household was a great job for a commoner. Room and board were included, so saving money was easy. I even received extra pay as Daisy’s personal maid. I could live comfortably while indulging a little.

I was a maid, but also my mistress’s friend. No one ordered me around or scolded me. I was paid well without much work—a dream situation.

But… what was my problem?

“My life… can it really be this boring?”

I closed my eyes tightly. This was my future?

Boring doesn’t even cover it. Extremely boring. Totally dull.

Daisy, the heroine, was about to be engaged to Prince Lennox, the main male lead. Her family was solid, she had a romance with the prince, she was beautiful, charming, well-spoken… she was famous in high society.

Meanwhile, me? I had achieved nothing in this world. I couldn’t do anything, just got in Daisy’s way.

I had office skills in Korea, but in a fantasy world with no magic, what could I do? I wasn’t even dexterous.

Of course, I saved my salary steadily and could even open a small store. But…

“What am I supposed to do here?”

I had fallen into a world of romance fantasy, no magic, from modern life where I enjoyed hot pot. Everything here was boring.

I wasn’t the protagonist. I was an extra.

I still couldn’t adjust, and sometimes I’d wake from dreams of Korea with tears soaking my pillow.

I didn’t belong here. I’d just survived ten years, breathing.

My only advantage was knowing the original story—but even that would disappear once Daisy married.

Daisy and Lennox would have a “happily ever after.” And me?

What would my ending be?

I didn’t even want to marry or adapt to this world. Where did I fit? Daisy was the heroine. Of course, this world existed for her, but me? I had no clue.

In romance fantasies, possession or reincarnation is just a tool for the story. Many people end up in other worlds without reason, but I still didn’t know why I was here.

Just because I ended up here… do I just live my life? But does that even have meaning?

“Headache… seriously…”

I sighed deeply and rubbed my neck. If I had to possess a body, I wished I’d gotten the heroine. Instead, I got an extra with no story significance, treated like a semi-daughter next to the heroine! What could I do?

Scraping by as a thrifty maid, saving every penny, was boring. I was a meaningless extra in Korea too—so why in this life too?

I wanted a life where I could splurge a little. But I was just a maid. Dammit.

Even though the counts genuinely wanted me as a daughter, I couldn’t jokingly ask for a jeweled dress—they’d actually buy it. That scared me more.

Of course, I collected all benefits legally allowed.

“…Hey, stop looking at me like that. Digging up money won’t work.”

“Celly! There you are! Can you find Miss Daisy? The Count asked, but she’s not in her room.”

I’d been lost in my gloomy thoughts until a kind maid, not particularly close to me, called from far down the hall.

“Should I tell her to go to the Count?” I asked.

“Yes, please,” she said, then quickly left.

I watched her go and tried to guess where Daisy might be.

But really… what about my future? My shaky conscience? I wished I were more insensitive and less moral, God… You messed up my character stats.

“Aiyo, my life…”