When I had a magic wand that would give me anything I wished, I would request money for my family to escape poverty… But that was true not long ago.

I did escape poverty, but it wouldn’t make sense without my real family. They’re the only reason I’m motivated to work.

I couldn’t adapt myself to this new lifestyle that God gave me. In the end, I’m conflicted between money and family.

Another day came, I was already getting used to this comfortable bed, which I shouldn’t have. I sat straight and stared at the windows.

Elara wasn’t here yet. Since she always comes on time, I might have woken up earlier. Since Elara prohibited me from doing chores, I’ve got nothing to do.

I walked and faced the mirror, touching parts of my face. I even stretched my cheeks to say that “everything was real.”

Since I had nothing to do, which was rare in my past life, I had an idea. I opened the closet, took out various clothes, and threw them on the bed.

Don’t fret! This wasn’t what I wanted to wear. I just want to see how the likable character I adored looks in different types of clothing.

Dressing up characters would only be possible in illustrations and fan art. There was never an opportunity for the characters to gain freedom unless the author made it so.

Since the worst book had the worst author, he didn’t add it. But now, I’m experiencing it in real time. I can see how Veniara Ravelgrace looked in various clothing.

I wore a miniskirt, a leather jacket, and a bonnet. This combination would make me look like a tourist from France. But seeing Veniara Ravelgrace in this clothing was a…

“Fan service!”

I shouted with a grin on my face which was visible to the mirror. When I noticed it, my lips flattened without emotions at all.

“Sachi, you’re not having fun! You’re just trying out things that didn’t exist in the real world. You adore Veniara, right?” she said to her reflection.

“I promise that I will take care of your clothes and put them back properly. Next is…”

Retro, Summer, Birthday, and even swimsuit, she tried clothes of various styles. Every piece of apparel fit her perfectly. Veniara tried to hide her adoration by clenching her fists while pressing her lips.

Elara came in, witnessing me wearing a swimsuit in stripes of blue which had a skirt attached to its waist. When I saw her, I stepped back, waving my hands in denial.

“T—That’s not what it looks like… I—I’m not having fun…” I stuttered, but she didn’t seem to pay attention judging from her glimmering eyes and drooling mouth.

“Miss Veniara, you’re cute!!!” She exclaimed, grinning and rushing at me.

I froze with my wide-open mouth. My face flushed as I hid my face by turning away from her.

“It’s not w—what it looks like, okay? I’m just trying out these clothes.”

“You seem to like it, Miss Veniara. I never thought I would see you wear that one day. I picked those clothes for you, and Madame Genivie asked for them to be made.”

“I—I don’t like it! But… I don’t dislike it either,” I muttered, fidgeting my fingers.

If I told her my reasons, she wouldn’t believe it. I was not Sachi; I’m currently Veniara. But why am I talking like this to her? It felt like I lowered my defenses at her.

“I’m going to put this off,” I said, but I couldn’t reach the zipper in the back of my clothing. Elara took it out for me instead.

“Miss Veniara, seeing you happy makes me happy too.”

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“Idiot! I’m n—not happy,” I said with my reddened ears and pouted.

“You’re bad at lying, you know?”

“S—Shut up!”

I really became vulnerable to Elara. Why does it calm me every time I talk to her? I might have become attached to her.

But I shouldn’t be, after all… I would only end up hurting her.

From my first day in this world, I always declined my appearance at my family’s dinner. If I ate like a commoner before them, it would only make it suspicious that I’m not their daughter.

I asked Elara to bring me the food to my room instead. Elara insisted on feeding me, but I rejected it. I only ate my food in solitude.

After that, I had nothing more to do. Elara couldn’t entertain me most of the time since she was the court maid. She supervised the maids’ tasks and welfare.

I decided to walk around and explore the manor instead. After a few minutes of walking through the repeated patterns of royal walls, I might have lost.

If I asked someone for directions, it would make me suspicious. In a bent corner of the hallway, I hid after overhearing voices of two women talking.

“Zel’s husband was no more. It’s so sad.”

“Still, the royal family would support her until her death since her husband was a loyal knight to the kingdom. She might’ve considered not working here and retiring.”

“Would she be? Zel had fun working here. Every maid became her friend already. I think she’ll just volunteer as a maid forever until she turns old.”

“Who knows? By the way, what do you think would happen to dead souls? Which land in the seven islands would he land?”

“I don’t know him personally, but I think it would be Pride. Zel had trouble with her husband about boasting.”

“Won’t it be Lust? Who knows what they’d been doing every night.”

“Really? But they didn’t have kids.”

Their soul talk marked an etch in my memory. In this place, there’s no heaven or hell. According to the novel, the church’s teachings spread that there’s no such thing as forgiveness.

Every person was a sinner, and all that mattered was its weight. After death, seven islands beyond the clouds gathered the lost souls depending on the most weighted sin: Pride, Greed, Wrath, Envy, Lust, Gluttony, and Sloth.

Speaking of souls, where does the real Veniara’s soul reside now?

The conversation between the two maids continued.

“But how did he die?”

“Reports said that Zel’s husband lost the pupil of his eyes. After three days, nothing was taken away from his body parts. The knights believed that he lost his soul on the mission while exploring the Harswell Forest.”

“That forest? Ferocious monsters live in it, right? How would his body remain complete? How would a body be complete after three days of staying in a place filled with carnivorous bears?”

“I don’t know. Maybe the bears were looking for meat with a soul? Just kidding! Don’t tell me you took it seriously!”

“Bears looking for meat with a soul… That seems nice.”

“Hey, wake up! Either way, you’ll still end up dead.”

Was what they said true? Was it possible to remove my soul from my vessel? If I let my soul out of this body, would Veniara’s soul come back?

Countless ways of escape emerged in my mind, and only one gamble seized the possibility of both outcomes. I had no risk of dying since I’m supposed to be dead right now.

If I looked at the Harswell Forest, there might be something that would pull my soul out of my body. But some questions remained bothering me.

If I pulled Veniara’s soul back into her body, would my soul be brought back to my world too? To Sachika Fujimoto?

I still couldn’t believe that I died in that bookstore accident. But if I had nobody to come back to, where would I end up wandering?

There’s only one way to find out.

The next day afternoon, I wore light clothes that didn’t pull me back as gowns with decorative skirts do. I wore a short-sleeved dress with a trimmed skirt up to my knees.

With this, I shouldn’t look like a princess now.

As I roamed the castle, everyone I encountered greeted me. I smiled at them in return, showing no traces of escape in my cheeks. I surveyed through the entrance of our mansion, but it was impossible to escape there without the guards noticing.

I remembered that the author inserted an escape path in a scene where the Empire’s knights cornered the male lead. It’s illogical to place a plot device like that. I would curse the author up to his bone if that nonexistent escape path wasn’t here.

The storage room didn’t have any ventilation of air. One should suffocate after staying here for three whole days. Curious, I searched every corner and saw a circular trap door on the edge.

“It’s here!” I exclaimed with a wide grin that stretched from ear to ear.

This moment was my point of no return. When I got down here, I couldn’t go back again. Those who passed here were those committed to escape.

This escape route leads to the edge of the town. This path utilizes the sewers for escape but can never be used for infiltration.

With my tiny body, I could easily slip through. I climbed down from a ladder and slid through a ramp going down. Thank God that the ramp doesn’t harbor any toxic liquids on it. The smell is something I could resist.

Because the author overloaded details on this place, I followed out of the exit. I walked like a Homosapien out of the cave.

As the bright sky dazed my eyes, a soaring wall of bricks darted down on me. That tall wall is part of the whole kingdom’s defenses.

Over it are soldiers watching out for threats. They would never look at where I am, except if I’m a dragon.

As new knowledge rose, I believed that the terrain followed what the book had told. It might have been poorly written, but I thank the author for this.

I’m still halfway through my plans…

There’s still an obstacle I need to pass through.