It was sheer coincidence that I started reading medieval romance fantasy.
I’d gotten sick of the typical male-oriented harem stories, and being naturally the kind of mutt who’d consume anything, I’d simply needed a fresh stimulus. Romance fantasy felt awkward at first, but the more I read, the more it had its own flavor. Love stories so desperate they staked lives on them, regret and obsession that carved into the heart. Surprisingly, it was edible enough.
The problem was this.
I had never left a long hate comment for an author, never heard the horn of a reincarnation truck, and I hadn’t been sucked into my monitor while playing a game.
So why the hell?
“……Fuck, what is this?”
In the mirror stood a maid with silver hair and red eyes. A beautiful girl with an impression as cold and sharp as frost. And breasts that flaunted an overwhelming presence, impossible to hide even beneath the neat maid uniform.
When I raised my trembling left hand, the girl in the mirror raised her left hand too, as if possessed.
No way. Ah, fuck, no way.
Half in doubt, I crudely lifted the middle finger of my right hand, and the lofty beauty in the mirror also raised her middle finger in exactly the same way, staring back at me.
This was a seriously fucking obvious possession cliché.
I went pale in front of the mirror in an instant. My memories of living as a man to the bone, even going through military service, were still vivid, yet I’d opened my eyes to find myself a silver-haired, big-breasted beautiful maid. And not just any maid, but……
“Insane. This is really Iliana?”
A name flashed through my mind.
Iliana Levni.
The protagonist of this novel, a venomous maid who had hidden her identity and crawled into the Empire to restore her fallen house. The protagonist of that terrible regret-ruin-obsession story, who washed and fed the beastlike imperial prince dying in the secluded palace with her own hands, made him emperor, then tried to leave after realizing the tragic truth, only to be caught by the emperor……
I clutched my forehead against a headache that made my brain feel like mush. My vision swayed, and my breathing grew ragged. Looking around, the situation was the worst. There wasn’t a single window. The heavy door was firmly shut from the outside and wouldn’t budge. Gorgeous, but suffocating—the textbook pattern of confinement.
No way the emperor’s obsession had already begun, right?
“……No. It can’t be yet.”
With trembling hands, I touched the now-heavy area of my chest. The unfamiliar weight and soft sensation struck my brain with a violent sense of wrongness, but that wasn’t the issue right now.
If things went according to the original, Iliana was destined to be tossed around under the emperor’s twisted love until her mind was ground to dust. A heartrending romance? A fatal love with the lunatic who locked me up?
I had not the slightest intention of obediently dancing to that shitty tune.
If the law of this world was that I had to become a romance fantasy heroine and suffer miserably,
“Fine.”
I looked at the cold beauty in the mirror and twisted up the corner of my mouth.
“I’ll poison this romance fantasy a little.”
Ruin? Regret? Obsession?
Try me. I’ll use every method and means I know to smash this romance fantasy to pieces with everything I’ve got.