Chapter 1 – Actually, I Was the Original Heroine
“Please plunder me.”
A lovely girl with pink hair said provocatively.
She had clearly come to make a request — but no one could’ve expected something so outrageous.
Actually, this wasn’t even a request. It was a threat.
A threat aimed at a tall, strong man.
The man, stunned, spoke his mind.
“Did I hear that right?”
“I’ll even tell you the time and place. Tomorrow, just before noon, when the carriage I’m riding passes the Imperial Palace plaza — that’s when you should stage a marriage abduction.”
“You want me to abduct you in front of a crowd?”
“Yes! Exactly! You understand perfectly!”
She looked thrilled, her purple eyes shining.
She didn’t seem like someone crazy enough to make such a demand.
The man rubbed his temple, annoyed.
“Do you know what you’re even saying?”
“It can’t just end with a kidnapping. You must immediately sign the marriage contract, and don’t forget to get it notarized at the temple!”
“…You’re insane.”
“And! Most importantly! Everyone must think I had no say in any of it!”
The man, Gerald — the mercenary king — sighed and tried to ring a bell to call his men.
“Get this crazy woman out of—”
Grab!
But she was faster and stopped him.
“You have no choice but to listen to me.”
“Unless I go insane, I’d never agree.”
She smiled confidently.
“Then you’ll go insane soon. No — you must go insane.”
Her voice felt like a prophecy.
With her sweet hair and innocent yet wicked smile, she repeated:
“Plunder me.”
Then whispered a deadly warning:
“If you don’t… you’ll die.”
“…!”
Gerald missed his chance to get angry.
Her touch was soft as feathers, her skin like milk.
She didn’t look like someone capable of threats.
He laughed at her.
“You don’t look like someone who could kill me.”
Just as he tried to shake her off—
Her next words stabbed like a knife:
“If you refuse, everyone will learn that the mercenary king Gerald is actually Crown Prince Arpad.”
His smirk vanished. He tensed.
She grinned again.
“Especially if the emperor finds out. That would be fun, wouldn’t it?”
‘This isn’t just a bluff.’
She was a real threat.
A sword hanging over Arpad’s neck.
He knew — this girl already knew who he was.
No point denying it.
He had two choices: give in to her threat… or…
“Even if you kill me now, you can’t keep me quiet.”
“…What?”
She grinned sharper than before.
“If I don’t return in time, a letter with your secret will be sent to the palace.”
“…Ha.”
Arpad laughed in disbelief — but it wasn’t joyful.
He grabbed the back of her neck and lifted her slightly.
“Ah!”
She was pulled too easily, almost shockingly so.
“You’re serious.”
“Yes. This is a serious request.”
“It’s blackmail disguised as a request.”
Even while being held, she remained calm — calmer than anyone had dared to be in front of him.
He growled like a beast.
“So you want me to abduct my cousin’s bride — the one he’s marrying tomorrow?”
Her purple eyes trembled.
“You know who I am?”
“Of course. You’re Hilia Delphin, soon to be my cousin’s wife.”
Hilia smiled brightly.
“Good. That saves time — no need to explain who I am.”
“Then explain something else.”
“Like what?”
“Besides threatening me with the emperor — what’s in it for me?”
“A benefit?”
“Yes. Otherwise, it’s not a ‘request.’ Just a threat.”
She smiled victoriously.
He had noticed the hidden meaning in her words.
Hilia declared:
“In return, I can make sure Your Highness ascends the throne without going mad.”
And that was when Arpad realized…
He had walked into a trap — one he couldn’t escape.
Because her “benefit” was something he could never refuse.
Flashback: The Truth About Me Being the Original Heroine
“Goodbye, original heroine. Now everything that was yours belongs to me. Don’t worry — I’ll treasure it.”
“…What?”
“So just die peacefully.”
It was a shock.
‘And she said that… in Korean? How—?’
Before I could think—
Thud!
The guillotine blade fell.
The world shook, and I lost consciousness.
“So that’s why she possessed such a weak body… just for this moment.”
And in my last second, I heard one final laugh.
“Ahaha! Now I am the real heroine!”
And then — darkness.
“!”
When I opened my eyes again, I said one thing:
“F***!”
Something I would never have said in my first life.
And again:
“F*ing b**!”
The first was about the situation. The second — about her.
The woman who stole everything from me in all three lives.
She pretended to be kind — but always seduced my husband.
In the end, she framed me for adultery and treason. I was executed.
Now I knew her real identity.
‘She was possessed all along?!’
Now everything made sense.
Why she tormented me.
Why she stole everything.
“Goodbye, original heroine.”
Because I was the real heroine of this world.
So there are 2 possessors?