When I woke up, a luxurious chandelier was the first thing that I saw.
A big chandelier that I could never have hung in my rented room.
I realized it as soon as I saw it.
'…It's really still this world.'
I wanted to spit out a bucket of curse words if I could, but even that is impossible.
Because this body was a three-year-old who couldn't even pronounce words properly, let alone curse!
All I could do was roll my body round like a steamed bun and sobbed.
My name is Yoo Hyemin.
No, Erylotte Astra.
The three-year-old villainess of a trashy angst novel that has the highest difficulty.
'Please save me!'
***
Three years ago, I, a citizen of Seoul, died from an illness.
My disease was called pancreatic cancer.
When I noticed it, I had already missed the treatment period and died after only a few months.
And when I opened my eyes again…
'It's this body.'
Small round hands like wheat flour sticky cakes.
Plump body swaddled in a blanket.
The body of a 'newborn baby' that had literally just come out.
No one explained it to me, but I had a hunch.
'I transmigrated!'
This is because it was a familiar setting for me, who once wasted my family fortune on Kakao Page.
For that reason, it was quick to grasp the situation.
'Since I got reborn as a baby, this must be a childcare novel.'
'Seeing that my room is this luxurious, my father must be a noble.'
'Maybe the Grand Duke or the Emperor.'
'A cold northern archduke, but you're warm to your daughter.'
Anyway, I decided to prepare steadily before I met my father.
The reason why I don't prepare to meet my mother is that the kid wouldn't usually have a mother in this kind of setting.
And it was clear that my mom wasn't there because she really didn't come to me.
In any case, I worked hard until an adult came to see me.
'I gotta practice not to cry even if I see scary things.'
—It's amazing that she doesn't cry at me— I practiced smiling for this development:
"Daddy? Ppappa? Papa? …Dwooke?"
I also thought hard about the title for the development of 〈Father who is embarrassed by the intimate title〉.
I waited for my father with such excitement…
"This fellow, huh."
"Yes, Your Grace."
…It was a grandpa who appeared.
'Shouldn't the father of a childcare novel be young…?'
Past his prime?
Still, he had a very terrifying atmosphere like a duke.
The duke asked the aide who came with him.
"So, the ability didn't manifest itself?"
"Yes."
"Damn it."
"What would you name the Lady?"
The duke glanced at me and said in a tone of insincerity.
"Erylotte. Her name is Erylotte Astra."
It was a strangely familiar name.
'Erylotte, Erylotte, Ery… lotte?'
While I was mulling over my name, I suddenly remembered.
I think there was a character with that name among the novels I read.
A rofan novel that was serialized on a free site.
I Transmigrated, But I Became the Granddaughter of the Villain.
As a nickname, the novel has the nickname of 'Grandvill'.
I had been an ordinary college student in Korea.
I remember enjoying that novel while I was reading it, and I thought I transmigrated as an extra.
I had already gone through all sorts of hardships, but it turns out I'm the granddaughter of the Duke Astra, the final villain?!
Duke Astra, the villain among the villains who kept pressuring the emperor.
As much as I want to run away because it's so scary, it's inevitable to become attached to family.
'There's nothing I can do about this.'
You have to seduce the family and repent.
Can I change the future by defeating the original female lead who thinks I've taken everything from her?
So, did this make Erylotte the sort of character who transmigrated-as-an-extra-but-is-actually-the-female-lead?
No, the 'original female lead'—main character—was Erylotte's older cousin, Dahlia.
In other words, my role here was the villainess-who's-pretending-to-be-the-original-female-lead.
To top it off, the villainess who's going to die miserably for bullying the real main character…
'Just now, the person who gave me my name wasn't my father, but my grandfather.'
I tried to think calmly, but my heart totally plummeted.
I can't believe I transmigrated.
You can't make up this kind of crap.
'And this novel… ran for only a year.'
Right. This novel had gotten canceled.
It didn't have a bad start. There were quite a few readers who were fascinated by the cliché that the taste they knew was honey.
But it went downhill because of its dubious plot development.
The reason the remaining readers still clicked on the next chapter despite that was because it was worth seeing Erylotte, the villain, suffer.
The writer must have known it, so they bullied Erylotte a ton.
'To sum up, in the future, I will…'
1. Be treated as someone invisible because I didn't manifest the power that my grandfather wants when I was born.
2. My father went to the battlefield before I was born, then he'll die when I become four years old.
3. I have no proper guardian, I'd be subjected to all kinds of bullying within the family.
4. I would turn evil and bully the female lead out of jealousy. My head would go plop— thud.
The genre of my life, even if I didn't know, had already been decided.
A wretched tragedy novel.