ABRF CH 01

Chapter – 01

“I need to get isekai’d.”

That was a phrase I used to say all the time.

“Come on. That’s the Middle Ages. There are no modern devices like phones—how would you survive there?”

“Manager, what if you end up possessing a slave? It’s a rigid class society, and you might not even meet the male lead.”

Whenever I complained like that, my friends and coworkers would laugh and wave it off as a joke—but I was serious.

My salary, which barely passed through my bank account like a ghost. A semi-basement room filled with bugs and mold. Dull clothes and cheap cosmetics.

And something I could never tell anyone…

[ Send some money again. I raised you, didn’t I? ]
[ Hey, I’m starting a business this time. Don’t you have some money to lend your brother? ]
[ My daughter, do you have no plans to marry? One of my friends is considering remarriage… ]

My life was no different from a poverty-stricken existence in Korea.

Even after cutting contact, they somehow found my workplace like ghosts and caused scenes three separate times.

They weren’t family—they were enemies. There were times I genuinely wanted to die.

So I escaped into novels. I didn’t want to live in my miserable reality anymore.

My favorite genre was romance fantasy “regret stories,” where trash male leads later grovel at the heroine’s feet. It was both pitiful and exhilarating.

After devouring hundreds of such novels…

One day, I found myself inside one of them.

Inside a romance fantasy titled “The Saint Who Hid Divine Power from the World”, as a ten-year-old princess named Charlotte.

There was no mistake.

Pink hair and eyes like green forests in the mirror. Pearl-like skin.

A palace-sized bedroom, jewel-studded furniture, countless maids, attendants, and knight escorts.

“Impossible!”

…I denied reality for days, but nothing changed.

What should I do?

I lay in bed, wrapped in blankets, thinking—and came to a conclusion.

Since it came to this, I might as well think positively. A poor Korean suddenly becoming royalty overnight—what’s so bad about that?

If I had to point out a flaw, it would be the lack of smartphones… no, that wasn’t it.

The Charlotte I had possessed was the villainess who bullied the heroine Aurora and gets her neck cut off by the male lead Cedric.

On top of that, a crisis would soon hit the Sinkester Kingdom that I would have to resolve.

And beyond that, I barely remembered the detailed plot.

And, as a supporting character, I had no fantasy abilities whatsoever.

“Wow, there are more flaws than I thought.”

But that was the future. If I changed the original story, it would be fine.

Besides, the fact that the family who dragged me through hell was gone alone made me extremely happy.

“Alright. Since I’ve become a rich and pretty princess, I’ll live this life successfully.”

After renewing my determination, the first thing I said after getting out of bed was, of course:

“Um, does Sinkester allow polygamy?”

Being beautiful, wealthy, and powerful was incredibly thrilling.

Looks ruled everywhere, so most people were kind to me, and I could always deal with bad people using money and power.

But I was someone raised in democracy and human rights in Korea.

A descendant of the French Revolution’s ideals of liberty and equality, someone who learned Gandhi’s philosophy, and above all, someone who inherited politeness.

How could I oppress small and fragile people?

I tried to be kind to everyone as much as possible, and even toward rude people, I only showed a slight amount of temper.

“To be honest, I think I might be a little more capable.”

“I might be wrong, but I don’t think you’ve done very well either.”

“This sounds very rude, but may I imprison your father?”

Abigail, who taught me etiquette, was not exactly thrilled, but I could confidently say I was nowhere near the original villainess.

Because of that, my relationships with the main and supporting characters also changed.

First, Erdan—the king of Sinkester, the pope, and my older brother—was originally the second “fish” in heroine Aurora’s dating pool.

He was a total pushover for her, showering her with everything while mercilessly punishing my villainous deeds.

After possessing Charlotte, I pitied his gullibility and tried to stay out of his bad side by behaving diligently.

As a result, Erdan gradually began to cherish me, and now, nine years later, his “pushover energy” was strangely directed at me instead of Aurora.

Like a story tagged #brothercomplex.

Surprisingly, I even became friends with Aurora.

Aurora, the saint with dazzling platinum blonde hair and blue eyes, a woman of devastating beauty.

She possessed even more holy power than Pope Erdan, but because many people targeted her, she was living in hiding.

One might say her life was harsh, but in reality… Aurora was just a bit lazy and very clever.

Like modern web novel heroines.

I liked her a lot, and we became close quickly.

Normally, this would be the point where Cedric appears and says, “I actually liked you all along,” completing the cliché trio of isekai tropes—but Cedric never joined.

Whenever he saw me, he only spoke formally with a stiff expression.

I wasn’t disappointed. Not at all.

…It’s not like I was expecting a romance ending with the male lead anyway.

In any case, after possessing Charlotte, I tried to clean up the landmines of the original story.

Fortunately, my memory of the novel gradually became clearer, and with Aurora’s help, I managed to prevent the crisis in Sinkester.

Yes. My life could be considered a success.

Up until my nineteenth birthday banquet.