AWLC 64

I woke up inside the body of the heroine from a tragic romance fantasy novel titled The Saintess’s Life in Captivity. But only amateurs sit around plotting their escape. I have a better plan to confess to the male lead before anyone else does and aim for a “voluntary imperial confinement.” “You can take me with you today if you want.” “Why are you saying that to me? We just met.” “Well, everyone has a fantasy, right? Mine is being taken away by a handsome man and being loved by him.” “Very well. Come with me.” Perfect. Everything’s going according to plan… Wait, what? Why did his hair color change? Who exactly did I just ask to lock me up? * Alesto realized it right away. The man the Saintess wanted to follow while talking about her romantic fantasy was not him. It was that man over there. Her eyes refused to leave the other man and the faint shimmer in them made it worse. ‘No way.’ Feeling oddly irritated, Alesto stepped forward and blocked her view. Startled, the Saintess looked up at him like a puppy caught with its tail stepped on. Her round eyes, small nose, and drooping eyes made her look pitiful enough to tug at anyone’s heartstrings. ‘Too late. That pitiful look will not work on me now.’