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starboyjun · 6 months

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batfam as types of isekai romance male leads

in this post: bruce wayne, dick grayson, jason todd, tim drake, cassandra cain, stephanie brown, and damian wayne

bruce wayne as rudiger winterwald (i will change the genre)

bruce is definitely the cold and "i make misunderstandings for a job" type of male lead. he's the one people in the comments bash or defend for their life. bruce in his past life is the one that the female lead thinks hates them so they die thinking that he won't care but plot twist: he does care... a lot. he's the one to destroy the entire world after their death (regis floyen core) and he's the one who turned back time for her.

dick grayson as isidor visconti (isn't being a wicked woman much better?)

dick grayson is the childhood lover, the one you don't think would be interested in you because of his bright personality. you think he's doing all these things out of pure kindness until after 100+ chapters he likes you. dick grayson is the one to stick by your side and in both lives, was devoted to you.

jason todd as izek van omerta (how to get my husband on my side)

jason todd is the one who unintentionally is cold to you (another idea is he's your killer in your first life) and probably causes your death... unintentionally... maybe. he's the slow burn type of romance where you fix past misunderstandings that have been building up for the past years you've known each other/been together. after a lot of years you've spent together, he's the greenest green flag you've ever met.

tim drake as schdermel raft (my dear aster)

tim drake is the male lead who takes a while to own the reader's hearts lowkey. timmy is a duke that rose to power in the female lead's previous life and is the one that could help her/protect her from her family/problems. timmy is such a sweetheart and i think it'll take a while before romance starts to come in the story (and has reader's asking novel readers who's the male lead).

cassandra cain as dorothea millanair (the tyrant wants to be good)

cassandra cain is the ultimate "i didn't want to be this, my surroundings made me be this." cassandra had a hard childhood because of her father and her "home" similar to many manhwa female leads. cassandra is the type to regret her past life and change for the better. she's not a brainless female lead, she knows a lot of things and will want to change (similar to dorothea).

stephanie brown as athanasia de alger obelia (wmmap)

stephanie is a female lead who is kinda stupid ("why did the plot change" type things) but overall is a strong female lead. she's one to go down in history (like athy). she's one who doesn't need a male lead to back her up and overall chases the plot to chang people's lives. steph is a happy girl and deserves a happy ending.

damian wayne as maximilian kasin ashet (father i dont want to get married)

damian is the one who (unintentionally/intentionally) killed you in your past life. damain grew up as a stuck up brat kid, though he is less of a brat, he's a trained killer for gods sake. damian is one who isn't familiar with love and being gentle. he probably grew up on the battlefield and is labelled "mad dog" or "cold blooded killer" or something along those lines. once you show damian you're not like the other girls afraid of him, he starts to fall... hard.

bonus: alfred pennyworth

the reliable butler of the family who's been serving the family for ages. he's the first one who trusts you and gets to know you on a personal level. he's always there to talk to the waynes and convince them you're a good person.

idk what to do next so lmk lol

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prplocks · 2 months

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14h03m · 1 year

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꒰ 📼 ꒱ .ﾟprincess deborah and isidore visconti ; isn't being a wicked woman much better?

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moontheoretist · 11 months

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Deborah x Isidore = Pure Comedy

I started reading “The Perks of Being a Villainess“ / “Being A Wicked Woman Is Comfortable And Pleasant” recently, and the male lead (Isidore Visconti) is absolutely hilarious. That guy literally fell for the MC - Deborah at first sight and didn’t even notice! And the hilarious part is that Deborah knows him as both him and his second identity, and the scenes in which she talks to the other identity about the first one are the most hilarious. He is literally pouting every time she calls his real identity suspicious xD THAT MAN WAS LOST THE MOMENT HE TALKED TO HER FOR THE FIRST TIME AND HE IS NOT GOING BACK. This romance is hilarious as fuck. Also, the huge plus of this manhwa is that the main character is a science major so SHE IS GOOD AT MATH, and she uses that math knowledge to literally solve magical equations. I feel strong feminist vibe coming from here. A woman who knows how to count and is damn good at it is something I needed in those “I was Reborn as a Villainess” manhwas.

(This is a face of a man that was lost to love).

#the perks of being a villainess #being a wicked woman is comfortable and pleasant #deborah seymour #isidore visconti #i love them together #deborah x isidore #he is such a beggar for her attention lol xD

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suprememysticalbeing · 1 year

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#debora seymour #isidore visconti #isn’t being a wicked woman much better?#manhwa

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isnovelman · 9 months

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Isn't Being A Wicked Woman Much Better? Side Story Chapter 14

- Well, I just had it because it looked good. And he's a celebrity, so I've never met him.

- Really?

-His portrait also roams the streets of Horun district! It's similar to that.

-.....

-You are the most handsome! Seeing you, that guy is a complete seafood man.

- … Yes?

-oh, of course!

- Better than Locke Visconti?

- That's your previous life! Even their faces and voices all look the same, what do they compare?

-different! Here, the eyes and the shape of the lips are better than him.

- I don't know... .

Isidor was about to sting again, so I quickly reached out with his hair to comfort him.

-Ugh. You're like a big dog that doesn't listen.

- You've been stroking my hair while thinking like this.

Still, as if feeling better, he rests his head in my hands. It seemed possible that the souls could come into contact with each other, but it didn't feel like touching the hair, so it was a little awkward.

- Go back and do it.

He seemed to wag his tail like a puppy.

-Your past life was like a ferocious cat. that's interesting.

-It was on the side of the dog, but I was not honest. I regretted it until I died. I couldn't let go of my pride and spit out words that didn't make sense to me. It was a past life filled with regret and longing.

-.....

Now with the conversation it became clear.

As Isidor was dragged into this space, like me, he remembered everything that happened in his previous life.

But just as I was Deborah Seymour and not Nailla, Isidor had not changed otherwise.

-By the way, isn't it blasphemy to do this in a temple?

- Even though the princess is a saint, I can make a rule that allows skinship at this time.

-I don't think I will come to the temple in the future, but why do I have to fight with the Pope and do good things for others... .

-Is that good?

-Look at what's in your favor!

The two of us had a refreshing conversation, holding hands and crossing the campus where cherry blossoms fell like snow.

-The romance of a campus couple is now being realized.

- campus?

- It has a similar meaning to the academy.

-Well. I should have been reborn twice... .

He was truly sorry.

-I just imagined, I think Sir might have lived well here as well. He must have been a really popular senior.

- The princess had a good life too. I grew up beautifully amongst a family that was quarrelsome and grumpy.

As if he had seen the soybean family in his previous life, sadness and fondness rang out from the souls he touched. Full understanding and sympathy were transferred intact.

-and… Thank you so much for persevering in the deep darkness.

It also conveys the sad and painful feelings of watching my soul wandering in the abyss for a long time due to the curse of the devil.

'Is it on purpose? '

Perhaps the thought body wanted to call Isidore here rather than me.

He told me it didn't matter if I was a demon or a demon grandpa, but today I felt understood by him, down to the depths of darkness at the bottom of my soul.

- Isidor, don't be too sad. Actually, I don't really remember what it was like in the abyss, but I'm sure I was fine. I must have been looking forward to seeing you again.

Even when the cold wave came, I knew that flowers would bloom someday. Because he taught me.

- You have flirted with flowers in the past.

- Because you like flowers.

Isidor put the folded lavender in my hand.

Eventually, the paper slowly turned into a circle of light and began to spread, and after a while the world turned white as if in heaven.

- Deborah... .

At that moment, the thoughtful body, who had been quiet the whole time, called me in a very serious voice.

-oh?

- Always keep that in mind. That if there is light, there is shadow.

-After all, it seems that something suspicious has flowed into the temple.

To Isidor's conjecture, the thought body gave a rather abstract answer instead of denying it.

-… Even if you light many candles with one candle, the light of the first candle does not fade.

-.....

- Eternal light will be with you.

After the guy's meaningful remarks, the intense light that surrounded him began to fade, and the presence of the thought body was clearly blurred.

-do not be like this.

I caught him all in a hurry.

- Are you going to disappear like this? Isn't it?

-I am the wish you made. A long-awaited wish has come true, and there is no reason to exist anymore.

Thought body's voice got smaller and smaller, and I screamed louder and louder.

- Still, I don't want to say goodbye like this. Even you don't even have a name yet!

- Build it later.

-...!

- Deborah, actually I wanted to eat a big marshmallow someday. Hot chocolate too.

-.....

-And on a snowy day, I'll make a big snowman... So… .

Thought's voice became less and less audible, it was as if he heard a soft whisper that for some reason we would meet again soon.

And this is a later story, my second child with Isidor enjoyed making a snowman in the winter and eating marshmallows while sipping warm chocolate.

4. What happened in the temple instead (2)

“..Ugh!”

When the white light faded and I opened my eyes, as if nothing had happened, I was standing in front of the sanctuary inside the temple. Holding the white rosary, the gray energy had disappeared.

… However, there were no more intense beatings and reverberations of the soul that I felt whenever I saw an object. The thought body is really trembling.

'really… Will I ever see that guy again?'

“Princess! What's going on!?”

“Lady?”

There was no time to be immersed in regret, and the surroundings became noisy as if surprised by my sudden action.

Judging by the other people standing over the gates of the sanctuary and wandering around, it seems that the long time spent with thought body was really fleeting here.

I glanced at Isidor, who was clutching my wrist to prevent my soul from being sucked in.

As soon as he let go of his wrist, I quickly slipped the rosary into my dress pocket, hid it, and coughed for nothing.

As he approached the pope with a very gloomy expression on his face, he became serious at the same time.

“Why are you doing this, Lady?”

“I beg the Pope to ask for advice.”

***

After a while, I moved to the area where I had confessions with the Pope.

It was just the two of us to talk.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

He was restless for fear that there might have been a problem with the holy relics.

“Pope, the sacred energy of the Holy Spirit has become very cloudy due to the cracks in the past. At this rate, even holy water cannot prevent contamination and corrosion.”

“Oh, that can’t be!”

The pope's eyes widened in astonishment.

“But that doesn't mean there isn't a way at all. Today at midnight, when the moon rises, I will have a ceremony to purify the holy things.”

“Oh. If I do the purification ritual, do the holy things come back?!”

“Yes. I don't know exactly how long it will take... .”

The pope seemed to believe my words like crazy.

'Maybe I, surprisingly, have a talent for being a pseudo-teacher?'

“Is there anything else I can help you with? I will support you with everything you need for the purification ceremony, saint.”

“We need a place of divine energy. The previous sanctuary seemed appropriate.”

I said, remembering the statue of the saint of Naila that stood tall in the center of the sanctuary.

“Yes, use whatever you want.”

“and… Corrupted energy may come in during the purification ceremony, so it is better to do the ceremony alone. So, please don't let this spread out as much as possible.”

I silenced my voice and spoke secretly.

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isnovelman · 11 months

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Isn't Being A Wicked Woman Much Better? Side Story Chapter 4

“Thank you for inviting me to such a nice place, Duke.

“Ummm.”

To put it bluntly, the whole family suddenly gathered because of Isidore, but since he seemed to be happy as if he thought he had me in the family reunion, Duke Seymour gasped inwardly.

“… You must be hungry, come, Duke Visconti.”

“Yes, Duke Seymour.”

Soon, appetizers and rose-colored champagne were placed on a long table, and the meal began in a quiet atmosphere.

“The ingredients are fresh and the seasoning is really good.”

In the stillness, Isidor said, making a hollow in the mouth. Even though he ate happily enough to make the viewer feel good, his table manners were flawless and aristocratic.

'Ooh.'

Enrique looked at Isidore like that with some resentment.

'Why does that person have a good personality with shiny hair and face.'

_“Enrique, you say you’re learning swordship?”_

Heard that I was learning swordsmanship recently, he handed me a treasured sword with magic stones as a New Year's gift today.

_“Nice to meet you again. In the meantime, You got taller."_

'How did you know I grew 1.3 cm taller?'

Most of them don't know.

To be honest… Confucius Visconti seems like a good person. It's not polite to stare like this, but I could tell just by looking at his friendly eyes.

If Isidor were a wretched and stupid person like Filap, he would be able to fight and argue not to get married. I don't know, bad!

“Enrique-kun.”

“Yes?”

Suddenly Isidor calls himself, and Enrique shrugs his shoulders.

“Looking at it earlier, it seemed that he had a talent for swordsmanship.”

“… me?”

“Yes. You have a good skeletal and your posture shows that you have no bad problem at all”

When the magic swordsman, who had done a great job against terrifying demons and monsters, praised my posture, Enrique became a little embarrassed and clenched his toes.

As I was biting my lips because I didn't know what to say, a huge crepe that I had been wanting to eat the whole time appeared. Deborah gave a brief admiration.

“It’s really big.”

The giant crepes that filled the big table boasted a majesty that overwhelms everyone.

“But how do you eat it?”

The cut-and-cooked crepe, which originally featured preserving its full moon-like round shape, did not exist at all.

“Should I call the chef in charge?”

Belek muttered in exasperation, and Isidor stood up.

“I will cut it.”

“you?”

“yes. By practicing how to cut the steak neatly, you will be able to cut it well.”

“Why did you practice like that? Is it part of swordsmanship training?”

“Using an auror allows you to confine the gravy as much as possible, so you can enjoy the original taste of the meat.”

“haha. You're a foodie.”

As if it was no joke that they practiced, the precious ingredients in the crepes were cut neatly without leaking a single one. In addition, there is even a service that puts crepes on the plate in front of each person with a transfer magic.

“It’s a useful skill.”

“I know.”

Enrique's eyes widened in surprise.

“I will enjoy this food. Thanks for the cut.”

“Eat a lot of enrique.”

The child, who had seen the New Year in a fairy tale book where the whole family gathered and shared crepes, looked very satisfied.

The youngest, eating crepe with the above face, was cute and gave Seymour a small smile, meanwhile, Isidor cut the crepe into smaller pieces for Deborah to eat.

But there were people who did not assimilate at all in this friendly atmosphere.

Rosad narrowed her eyes as she looked at the subtle auras that had formed on Isidor's knife.

'That skill that cuts food neatly without scratching the plate. You look useful when you're dating a girl.'

Seeing how delicate and sophisticated the mana control is, it seems like it's not something I've done once or twice.

Athletes How to Recognize Athletes. For some reason it smells like the same player.

'After all, I'll have to shake it off properly.'

Towards the end of dinner, when it was time for bed, Enrique was holding back his yawn and weeping, and Duke Seymour got up to take the youngest to their annex.

“Bring it.”

As soon as the two disappeared, Rosad glanced at the servant, followed by a black keg of a size that would make him intimidating just looking at it.

“Deborah, you go up too. I have a story to tell with the Duke of Visconti, man-to-man.”

"What is he saying now. Are you drunk already?”

Deborah didn't even snort her.

“It’s cheap, isn’t it a husband you’ll look tired of every day if you get married anyway? You won't have many opportunities to get together like this in the future, but today you give up your fiancé."

He went as far as Belek to help.

“brother-in-law, what do you think? Having a drink with us casually.”

“....”

Rosad asks skillfully.

brother-in-law. The word struck Isidor's heart bluntly.

Having a relationship approved by the Seymour twins, who seemed like a strong man.

Deborah swallowed a sigh as she looked into the emerald-colored eyes that fluttered relentlessly.

“Don’t eat too much. Don't bully me, don't stain it badly.”

“Bad water? Are we demons?”

“So, do it in moderation.”

Belek asked again, looking at her sister's back, which was far away after glaring at her with a veiled sharp gaze.

“Sir Isidore, you started dating because you were threatened, right?”

“no. I liked her a lot from the start, and I confessed first.”

“After all, if you want to tell the truth, you have to drink alcohol first.”

The brandy that Rosard brought out was so powerful that Belek, who usually does drink alcohol, was the first to get drunk.

“The Duke of Visconti… ! When tears come out of my brother's eyes, it's not like your eyes are bleeding. Please know that our Seymour is the one to extract without tears of blood.”

He rushed forward and gave Isidor a stern warning, but

“… Still, you are the best among the kids your age. They're all stinky and too sensitive... The more I think about it, the more there is no one like you.”

He was gibberish and gave compliments.

“But Sir Isidor, aren’t you really threatened? I'm not doing this because I'm intimidated, but objectively, you have a much better personality.”

“Not at all. The princess is too much for me.”

“Did Deborah teach you to say that? She's my little sister, but she's very meticulous and scary. She's a saint, huh? Does it make sense!?”

“The princess is sweeter, kinder, more lovable and cute than Saint Naila.”

“ugh, am I drunk and keep listening to nonsense?”

Belek turned into a chicken and shuddered, eventually raising his arms as if surrendering, and squealing back to his place.

'The man who only talked about poor nutrition is gone and the two of us are finally alone.'

Rosad then took a short breath and looked at Isidore, sipping alcohol.

“Sir Isidore, are you really good at drinking like this?”

“It’s not something I really enjoy.”

“Are you good at drinking like that? It’s nice to meet someone who has the right amount of alcohol after a while.”

“I’m a little nervous. It’s nice to have a drink with Rosard too.”

The two continued to give and take again, and as time went on, the hazy energy in Isidore's eyes grew stronger.

Rosa de secretly dumped alcohol with a quick hand gesture, so Isidore was drinking a lot one-sidedly.

'Let's see where we really do not come out. '

Rosard was constantly refilling empty glasses, and his eyes gleamed like a viper.

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the next morning.

Deborah flicked her tongue in surprise as she looked at Rosard, who had been quenched by the hangover.

Isidor, who had been drinking all night, was sleeping in the guest room without knowing the world, and the eldest son in every corner of the house, who had a stubborn and impeccable appearance, became such a beggar.

“Why did you suddenly catch Isidore and make a masterpiece? After all, what was your plan?”

“Deborah.”

“What?”

“to Isidor, I hope you to do well”

Instead of answering, he made a wacky sound.

“… suddenly?”

“Anyway, good job. There is no one like Duke Visconti in the country. you are very lucky, If you are a saint, Isidor is the son of god.”

“What does that mean?”

“There is such a thing. For a moment, I thought you were a waste, but you two look good together. It's a heavenly match.”

Rosad turned around after saying what he had to say, and sticking out his tongue, remembering the drinking party with Isidor last night.

He caught Isidore, who was completely drunk, and one of his specialties was taking confessions.

“Isidor, honestly, isn’t today an uncomfortable place for you? Father, me, and Belek aren't the kind of people you comfortable with. With Deborah as well, it would have been easier for the previous opponent to deal with... ”

“yes. It’s really not comfortable.”

“Now you’re getting a little more honest.”

“I really want to look good to Deborah's family. So every time we meet, I get nervous, but today, I felt really good that you called me brother-in-law.”

At Isidore's answer, which felt somewhat innocent, Rosard felt an unusually sly smirk.

“Hmm! You can call me big brother.”

“It's good.… Oh, by the way, big brother.”

“Yes.”

“Who is your previous partner?”

“I asked yes only? You must have met someone before.”

“I have never dated anyone before.”

“Nobody?”

“Yes.”

Isidor nodded his head broadly.

“why?”

“It’s mysophobia. Except for Deborah, I can’t touch anyone.”

“Really? Is Deborah the first?”

“yes. The princess felt that I was a genius for the first time, the humor was funny but cute, and …”

What is this child?

There is a saying that drunken seriousness.

He was very good at obtaining a confession by torture, but even if he looked closely, Isidore's tone, eyes, and gestures did not seem to be lying.

Besides, I had to listen all night long to Isidor, who was drunk, about how great my sister was.

'Well, like that... Are there any alcoholic beverages like Palbulbul? '

I had unlocked the heart of the Duke of Visconti with alcohol, but somehow it felt like I had opened something I couldn't see.

He sighed, rubbing his swollen eyes.

'I'm testing someone as pure as the first snow. I feel sorry for nothing.'

The conscience, which was nothing more than a vestigial organ, suddenly stings.

Reflecting on the years of debauchery, Rosad decided to sincerely bless his sister's marriage.

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isnovelman · 10 months

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Isn't Being A Wicked Woman Much Better? Side Story Chapter 11

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-Sh*t. Where else I am? Why did this happen again!

I certainly didn't say it out loud, but my thoughts echoed through the space.

-Is it the unconscious world?

As if I did an echo setting, my thoughts echo in the air again.

- Rosary, weren't you on my side? That's a lot of power from my long past life!

While feeling absurd, Lock Visconti came into my sight, and I shut my mouth and held my breath. To see it in a dream and to feel it vividly like a 4D screen is a different feeling.

… He looks just like the real Isidor. Although his personality over there seems a little more sassy.

It also felt like a preview of Isidor's 30s.

-Isn't this the level where you have to pay a fee?

I followed him as he strode down the hallway, as if possessed.

Standing still, Lock Visconti, clutching the doorknob, closed his eyes, took a long deep breath, and slowly opened the door.

He clenched his teeth until his chin bulged out. He seemed to be holding back his tears.

In the room, there was Naila, who was running out of time.

On the day of the decisive battle when the red moon rose, the great demon came down to the ground with his corps, and many people were killed and injured.

Amidst the abyss, Nyla managed to defeat the demon, but it was not a real victory. I used my body full of strong divine power as a vessel to absorb and neutralize the power of the devil.

And as a result of the aftermath, Nyla lived a limited life. She said that the magic that had entered her body began to contaminate her organs as well.

“Come.”

Naila smiles at the man with a pale face. I felt so desperate for how to smile, so if I had tear glands now, I would have cried unintentionally.

“It snowed today. It's cold, it's terribly cold.”

Locke Visconti said bluntly, wiping the snow from my shoulder.

“Still, it was bleeding.”

He held the folded flower in open purple paper in his thin hand.

as if to be strong.

“It’s your favorite lavender.”

“thank you.”

Her fingertips, which were stained black by the magic, trembled finely.

“Don’t say that like a habit. Tell me what starts with 'sa'. It's the best thing you've ever heard To be honest, I can't hear any other words.”

“Hey.”

“Uh, there it is.”

“… I remember?”

“What.”

“The story of the next life.”

Nyla had a firm belief that there would be a next life. It was also a premonition of a saint who was most closely connected with God.

“Remember, you said you were going to be a bad girl next time? good luck I will stick by your side and support you. It would be nice if the flies didn’t get entangled.”

“… Hehe.”

“Even if you laugh like a fool, it's annoying because it's cute.”

“… I love you.”

“me too.”

Lock Visconti's voice settles low.

The two took a deep breath while holding each other's presence.

how much time has passed

The man's breath was rough with sorrow, and thinned like a soft hidden gift of a woman.

And by the end of it, she was so weak that he could no longer feel her presence.

Then came the deep darkness. It was an abyss without a single light.

Even though it was definitely the last in my memory, I was silent for a while, engulfed in deep emotions.

That was then.

- Deborah... .

-Oh, that voice!

The wet voice that flowed from the rosary illuminates the darkness and spreads like ripples. Thump thump, the constriction of the blood vessels and the sensation of the whole body trembling shook the detonator again.

-what is your identity? It doesn't seem like I'm going to teach you anything.

An unidentified voice answered my words.

-I know you well, now you're Deborah, you were once Yoon Do-hee, you used to be Na-ila.

- How the hell do you... ?

- Because I watched.

- Did you watch? Could it be your ancestor?

- anc, your ancestors... !? If I had to define it in human language, I'm a 'body of thought'. Although it does not actually exist, it can be said that it is a form created by the gathering of aspirations.

He didn't like the title of ancestor god, so he hastily started introducing himself.

-desire?

-Yes. You in the past... I put the divine power into a pure white rosary with the desire to share the next life with the person you love.

- I remember that.

-So did Locke Visconti. The white beads hanging from the rosary were made by processing the fangs of the golden dragon that Locke loved.

-Oh My God. It was really precious.

The bones of dragons, which existed only in ancient times, are now very small.

-okay. A man I knew only hand carved the one and only heirloom and presented it to you. With the desire to share the future with you for a long time.

-Then, it means that you are a thought-form created by the meeting of the two's aspirations... ?

-right. It was always nestled in that rosary.

-So your voice sounds familiar.

Although her voice was neutral, there was a similarity to Naila's docile Han Woollim. So, as soon as the rosary was called, I may have stretched out my hand without realizing it.

-Yes. I have a lot to show you.

Once again, the past is vividly unfolding before your eyes.

Against the backdrop of a blood-red full moon, an evil voice resounded through the space, causing a terrifying chill.

- I'm up! House, damn you cheeky bastard, dare!Do you think it will end like this? You won't die pretty! You will suffocate as you struggle in the excruciating pain of rotting your organs! In the abyss, under the bridle of torment, I will struggle forever!

The voice of Lucifer, who has now disappeared.

The devil poured a curse with all his might on Naila, who used her body as a vessel to absorb magic.

- Oh, you bad bastard... . Guess who's not the devil?

The thought body sympathized with my words. a ripple.

- Because of the curse of Lucifer, who is attached to you like a demon, your soul falls into the abyss, out of the reach of the god. After wandering in the deep darkness for a while, he reincarnated in a different dimension, not where he was originally arranged.

“.....”

- Under unhappy circumstances.

- That was Yoon Do-hee.

-yes… .

Thought-form's voice subsided melancholy.

-And the body of Deborah, where your soul was originally supposed to go, will be occupied by an evil spirit.

- That demon, Deborah Seymour, who was doing all kinds of evil before I possessed it, right... ?

-Yes. Being an evil spirit from under Lucifer, he was selfish, violent, and was always vicious in seeing others do better than me.

The thought body spoke in a cold tone.

- And I was attracted to Pilaf, a soul with a color similar to mine.

- Where is the demon now?

-You, the original owner of the body, bounced back as you came back.

-Is she still here?

-The memories of being human were shattered, so she must have lost herself and returned to the form of resentment. Perhaps, when her master, Lucifer, perished, they perished together.

It was fortunate out of misfortune that the evil spirit was thrown away and left behind fragments of memories. Fortunately, it took less time to adjust to when I was possessed.

- You have to be precise! You didn't possess the character in the novel, but you returned to your place. to the place originally assigned to you.

The thought-body made waves in succession.

- Now everything is back in place. The journey has never been smooth, but... hell you did it.

The guy muttered.

-You don't know how much that damn evil spirit choked me when she pretended to be the soul of Mirju's daughter.

In fact, at the time of possession, Deborah was just one step away from the real family register.

-Oh, by the way, Mirju Seymour is the previous life of your father, Georges A Seymour. Mirju was the invitation of the Seymour family, and he was a great wizard who cared for you like his daughter. He is famous for his filthy personality, so if you had any welfare, you wanted to resemble that snake-like human.

-ah. I remember that... .

-Hmm, anyway, it was the worst situation, you destroyed Lucifer with divine magic. That's great.

It's strange to hear that someone has been watching me struggle, even empathizing with me, and telling me that I'm amazing. It wasn't a bad feeling. A little shy though.

- When your wish comes true, I wanted to meet you like this. Because I was a thought-form created by your soul, I was able to keep you up and running.

-Aha. So I pretended there was a problem. To call you back instead of me.

I was worried that the color of the sacred object had changed, but it turned out that this was a ruse devised by this guy.

- Hmmmm! I also mix with Lock's thoughts, so I'm not as kind as you.

The guy said as if making excuses.

- Are you that kind? I liquidated my hogu life. I don't know because I've been watching for a long time.

- That doesn't change the essence of your soul, but... Honestly, it's been an hour.

The thought body seemed to be truly relieved. It's true that it's hard to live in this tough world if you're just too kind.

-By the way, proverbs are great. Remember what Locke Visconti said, Deborah?

“ha. You'll have to be reborn twice to become a bit more toxic.”

To the question of the thought body, I answered yes, recalling what he had said in the past.

-Thanks to that proverb, you did not disappear in the abyss, but were reborn in the dimension that was nearby.

The guy added admiringly.

-I was half serious and half joking, I told you that you will have to be reborn twice to become toxic. I really hoped that you were reborn twice, and your soft personality became so poisonous.

- Yoon Do-hee's life was so spicy that I couldn't help but get excited.

Although Nyla had a harsh fate of being the savior of a dystopian world where demons run rampant, she still had a passionate love affair with the most handsome man in the world.

On the other hand, Yoon Do-hee... .

- It seems that you only studied for your family, a part-time job, an entrance exam, and a job hunting.

-By the way… Aren't you curious?

-What?

-Since Yoon Do-hee, who was born before you, left.

I was startled. This is because, suddenly, the previous life that the thought body was watching began to flow in a fast-forward way before my eyes.

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Isn't Being A Wicked Woman Much Better? Side Story Chapter 7

'It was really fun.'

I frowned at the yellow fox on the desk, then began to open the letters I had delayed replying to over the holidays.

Most of them were letters of invitation to social gatherings or tea parties. Some came from the temple.

“Ugh.”

Looking at the seal and autograph, it was a letter from the Pope. Instead, there was a message asking you to visit the Heleia Dominion, where the temple is located.

“Ah, The temple has nothing to do with it, so where do i go?”

refuse!

Not only the Pope's letter, but also all other letters were rejected. However, she could not write a reply of refusal to this blue-glossy letter.

'I have a loyalty.'

While I was procrastinating for a day or so because I felt burdened with socializing, I saw the letter from the 5th Princess and suddenly thought that I could not put it off any longer.

‘As long as I live as a vested-class family in Asteia, I have to keep fighting and frying with the nobles. '

If I have to resume social gatherings, I'm most attracted to starting over at a gathering hosted by the 5 Princesses.

I am a close friend who gave me full trust even before I awakened my divine power, and my perfect side who came to me even in battle, how can I refuse.

I picked up a quill and started writing a reply to the 5 princesses.

2. Deborah's Friends (?)

After the battle with the Great Demon, Princess Deborah became the most popular figure in the Empire in name and reality.

There were even aristocrats holding meetings on the subject of princesses, and the enthusiasm for her hardly ever stopped.

“Is there any news about Princess Deborah recently? I've heard of your betrothal to the Duke of Visconti, so let's move on. ”

“Nothing.”

The news of Deborah and Isidor's engagement was noisy for just one day.

To be honest, with eyes and ears, anyone would have expected it. On the contrary, there were people who asked if they had not yet been engaged.

It was still surprising and bewildering that Princess Deborah, rather than the saint, was incarnation. I understand with my head, but should I say that cognitive dissonance is coming.

“I want to see her.”

“I know, right. When I think of that time, my heart still rises even now. That godly and holy power that drove away evil demons...The word divinity is not worth it at all.”

“I saved my life thanks to her while fighting a monster. She is the life saver.”

“She has done such a heroic deed, she should be admired by everyone in the social world...”

But instead of enjoying explosive popularity, Princess Deborah chose to stop socializing and live quietly at home.

“I think the high-pressure and arrogant attitude of the princess was also an act to deceive the evil warlocks!”

“After all, Saint-sama first.”

While praising her modesty, everyone was in a state of disappointment, but news came that the princess, who had been ignorant, had accepted the invitation to a social gathering for the first time. It was a tea party held by the 5 princesses.

“After all, the closest to Princess Deborah was Princess 5.”

“I wondered why the two of them are close, but birds of the same feather gather together, and it seems that outstanding people instinctively recognize each other.”

The 5 Princesses, who helped get rid of demons with powerful fire magic, also enjoyed great popularity in the Empire.

The reason that the honor of the imperial family, which was tarnished by the 4th Empress, did not roll down to the bottom of the basement was because the Crown Prince and 5th Princess risked their lives to participate in the battle to establish the face of the imperial family.

“What other great people would you like to invite to this tea party, Princess 5?”

“Aren’t you going to be given the honor of attending that tea party?”

“This is the gathering you most want to be invited to in the new year.”

***

“Where is the best place for a tea party? I want to show the princess the glass cabinet where my magic tools collection is displayed.”

“Princess, it’s a shame, but how about some ordinary place other than the exhibition hall?”

“Hmm. There are only ordinary waiting rooms, so I can’t decide right away.”

Meanwhile, the 5th Princess was very excited that Princess Deborah was coming to the imperial palace. Although she had visited Seymour herself before, it was the first time that a princess had come to visit my palace.

She was so excited that she was preparing to welcome guests with the imperial court maids a week before the tea party.

“… what clothes do you wear? Studded with purple amethyst, how about this outfit? It's an expression of my affection for the princess.”

'Affection? You must have misunderstood friendship?'

“Does it suit you?”

“The princess really goes well with whatever clothes she wears.”

Every time the 5 princesses, who were tall and had a cool and cool appearance, changed their clothes, the maids trembled, saying they were cool.

“Princess, what kind of tea should I prepare?”

“Prepare the tea leaves I brought from the Principality of Miro last month. Desserts to go with it.”

She even robbed the precious tea leaves so that the emperor made a safe and managed it separately. She even called the chiefs of the imperial family and ordered her to make a seven-story cake.

On the other hand, the news that the 5th Princess is preparing a tea party with all her heart and soul has been like a rainstorm for the young girls of the capital's social circles.

Most of the high-ranking nobles and imperial officials were very busy with the aftermath of the Great Demon case, and the social circles led by the high-ranking nobles were also in stagnation.

By the way, what a tea party of saint and 5 princess!

Who will be invited to the tea party attended by the most popular people in the empire!?

5 The young girls who were close with the princess were inflated with anticipation.

'I can brag in front of others for the rest of my life! '

'The best network and opportunity to grow stronger!'

However, no matter how long they waited, the letter did not come to them.

***

“Vivien, the tea party you are preparing these days. Haven't you decided who to invite yet? It wasn’t on purpose.”

Upon hearing about my sister's grand tea party, the Crown Prince asked as if passing by, and the 5 Princesses smirked.

“I was just trying to get to know each other. When the hell did the rumors come out?”

All, alone?

The prince's pupils trembled without mercy.

“Hey there, brother. I don't want to pretend to be Isidor. He said he was my best friend before he was my political backer.”

“I should have a cup of tea, so why are you going so far? Do you think I should run with my gloves on and have a political battle with the Duke of Visconti?”

“Come on, wait. The fact that they tormented me for three days and three nights asking for a major overhaul of the biased empire's marriage law... I do not remember?”

The Crown Prince looked at my younger sister with his eyes like a bomb that was about to explode. anxious not knowing.

“Hmm! I'll take care of that as it is, and the princess... got engaged.”

“Um? I thought you wouldn't admit it.”

The prince thought it was a little surprising. It's because my younger brother always saw the end when he got stuck on something.

“Even though I have no back, I know how to keep the line in front of me.”

5 The princess replied calmly.

If it wasn't for Isidor, Princess Deborah's betrothed partner, it would have been difficult to accept. She's called Deborah because she's the most ecstatic person she's ever met.

He is a man who is willing to wear pink for his partner, so he gives up with a big heart.

'Actually, there was no room to intervene.'

Feeling bitter, the princess spoke softly.

“… Still, Princess Deborah's best friend is me.”

After the unfortunate incident of summoning demons. She was recognized by the aristocratic society thanks to the princess resuming her social life at a party I was holding. The two of us are best friends.

“By the way, who else does the princess have any friends other than you? Ugh!”

The princess suddenly closed her mouth, and the Crown Prince was unable to speak.

“She doesn't have any close friends other than me! That's right! How good is the princess's personality... Hmm? · It's cool. ”

“okay… ?”

My brother seemed to be very suspicious, so the 5th princess, who had an oval, impulsively raised a quill to write an invitation.

‘But, who else have you been friends with other than me? '

She squeezed her memory tight.

“kyaaa!! ”

“Uh, what’s going on? ”

“My sister Michelle said she received an invitation from the 5th Princess.”

That night, Michelle's shouts of joy echoed through the night in the writer's residence after Granbert Hu.

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Isn't Being A Wicked Woman Much Better? Novel Side Story Chapter 1

1. Fox and Snakes

“Why? Do you have anything to say?”

“… No.”

Peleg, who was licking her lips, shook her head and turned around.

'What is it? Obviously looking intently.'

Recently, more and more people are looking at my ring finger with a face that has a lot to say.

Because I always wore the engagement ring I received from Isidor. Still, I thought I had half-opened my mind lately, but my father said every word with a trembling face.

“I think it’s bad for blood circulation.”

“Yes?”

“It’s the ring. ring! Jewels are useless and look uncomfortable.”

Yesterday I heard that the jewels were twinkling annoyingly and it made my eyes hurt. Gradually, complaints about the ring became new and varied.

“By the way, it wasn't even a ceremony, and it's only the stage where they promised to get married, so why are they already wearing such annoying things? Maybe the Duke of Visconti is not secretly paying attention? this guy dares.”

My father, who had been quiet for a long time, was trying to catch up with Amon Isidor again, so I hurriedly opened my mouth.

“Ah, it can be. I'm going to get married anyway, but it's strange to walk around without wearing the ring you've already been given.”

In fact, there was a bigger reason for me to wear the ring all the time.

“Deborah, I'm going to put a strong adhesive on my finger. No, let's try to develop an alchemy that can connect the ring as if it were one body... .”

The day they shared the rings on board, Isidor murmured earnestly as he peered into the engagement ring that wrapped around his ring finger.

He's so serious about coupling, but I thought it would be sad if I wasn't the only one wearing it. To be honest, my fiancé, who was thrilled as if he had everything in the world, was cute and I couldn't help it.

“Anyway”! I don't know what will happen tomorrow. Think about it. Who would have imagined that you, who were last at the Academy, would become the hero who saved the Empire?”

“I don't know what's going to happen tomorrow, but for now, I like this ring. It's pretty.”

Also fox...

My father muttered as if moaning something, and then coughed in vain.

“Hmm! By the way, recently, the imperial family and Shin-chan are too sweet to send me letters saying they want to invite you.”

The words are annoying, but there was pride in the corners of father's eyes.

“I’m refusing to take care of myself, so don’t feel pressured and do it when you want.”

“Yes.”

Even so, I was planning to stay away from social activities for the time being. I was waiting for the aftermath of the incident where the Great Demon appeared to calm down a bit.

' I've gotten so much attention... okay.'

Even the employees of the house treat me with respect, saying that they are the servants of goddess saint.

It was easy to pass even as it was mine, and the eyes of the people in the family who looked worn out because they could not penetrate the ring finger did not. Perhaps the more the nobles looked at the ring, the more, but not the less.

“....”

“Enrique.”

“Yes?”

Enrique widened his wide eyes.

“The ring doesn’t run away just by staring at it like that.”

“....”

“Hey! I can't even make a cute face.”

Sheesh, I smirked while stroking Enrique, who clicked his tongue slightly. Anyway, today went by without any problems.

***

“Lord, there really is no end to what you can do.”

Miguel, who came to Isidore's office to receive final approval, sighed with a sullen face.

In the Duke of Visconti's office, there was always a mountain of payment documents, but recently it has been severe.

“It's not a great devil for nothing.”

teeth tremble If it wasn't for that damn devil, it's the end of the year, so it's time to take a break.

This tastes like death, but Miguel hated it when he saw the master smiling softly every day while staying up all night for a week.

Well, since I won the offer I had been desperately waiting for, I was overwhelmed with the feeling.

If you explain how the Master was prepared for propose, it is equivalent to this report of the Great Satan.

“Miguel, I heard that playing the piano when you propose is a classic without failure. How is it?”

“It's a story about playing well like Sir Thierry”

“Ha? If I practice, I can do that”

Because of Isidor's overzealous enthusiasm, Miguel's eardrums were abused for almost half a year. Rather, I felt that I was happy when I only watched the fashion show.

'Yeah, it's good if the results are good. '

Anyway, it was good news for Miguel that his boss was in a good mood every day.

“Duke, please sign this and be done”

“There’s no romance, isn’t the moon so beautiful tonight?”

Isidor, who gladly signed the report, muttered abruptly as he put down his pen.

“It's hard to see it because there's a lot of clouds.”

“I don't care. The ring looks good.”

Turning his body to the window, he raised his pale hand with a ring on it, not knowing whether it was the moon or the ring.

A smile resembling a pure white moon hung on Isidor's lips. The gloves he had been wearing habitually had been left unattended since the propose.

'It's nice to see it every time.'

He slowly let out a sigh as he looked at the documents he had to scan until dawn.

The reason he's been overly restricting his sleep lately is because he wanted to take a long vacation in the New Year. Since there is a public holiday in the new year, the imperial officials will also be resting, so if you work hard now, you will be able to play without doing anything for a week.

“Shall we go to a hot spring together? ”

If you can't afford to stay overnight, it wouldn't be a bad idea to go on a date in the capital city.

'These days, I heard that the lake park on the outskirts of Atra is worth seeing.'

Isidore, who had even opened up a map and studied the date line in his spare time, got up to the sound of knocking on the window. It was a pigeon that brought Deborah's letter.

He spent money and quality manpower to train the pigeon and it was well prepared for delivery.

[I want to stop by Sir Isidore's house tomorrow morning. Of course, you don't have to rush and waste your time. I heard you're busy.]

Isidor smiled slightly at the letter. Currently, the number one person I want to meet the most in the empire is a princess, but such a humble letter.

As Deborah was only unaware inside Seymour Townhouse, everything from the imperial family, the temple, and even the social circles was attached to her body. At one time, he pointed his finger at it, saying it was a poisonous snake, and it wasn't even funny.

‘I think it was better back then.’

I just need to be pretty and great in my eyes.

With a somewhat selfish thought, he lightly touched the letter and wrote a reply right away.

***

It was a day when the light breeze fluttered and fell like a white butterfly. I, who had been idling in the house for so long, went to Isidor's townhouse.

In the distance, you can see Isidor coming to meet you through the window. Even amidst the pure white snow, his blonde hair shone like the sun without dying.

As soon as I get out of the carriage, my eyes slowly fall on his shiny hair.

“Wait inside. It's cold.”

“It’s the first snow this year. I want to walk while watching the snow with the princess.”

He gently rubbed my cheek with his smooth hand.

'You're not wearing gloves.'

With a soft touch, the cold ring did not touch her face, and she was visibly embarrassed.

"Hmm! After all these days of cold weather, today there is no wind and it's quite warm today. Isn't it?"

At that time, the wind blew by, and Isidor immediately wrapped the scarf in his hand. He buried his nose in a scarf with a familiar scent, and then slowly interlaced his hand on his outstretched hand.

The scenery of the townhouses in Visconti, where the soft snow fell, was quite charming.

"By the way, what wind brought the saint here?"

He asks in the business-like tone of Blancha. Knowingly, I hated it, so I grabbed his clasped hand as if tormenting him.

"I have an important business. I didn't come here because I wanted to see anyone."

“Then it must have been because you wanted to kiss.”

“It’s something I want to do wonders, but I’m just trying to stab it… !”

Before he could finish speaking, he quickly moved his lips together. Perhaps it was because of the soft eyes that occasionally touched his face, the place where his lips touched felt even hotter.

“How did know?”

He flexibly ran through his mouth and fell off, kissing him on the cheek, playfully.

“You are prettier today.”

"Hmm. I know. The Visconti Gardens are just as beautiful as Seymour. The snow is piled up and it looks like a picture from a fairy tale book."

For no reason, he touched the branches of the snow-covered branches with his hands and muttered gibberish.

“garden? I was saying that the princess is pretty.”

It was as if my ear was red. He smiled a little while touching my earlobe with his fingertips

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