CHAPTER 1

How The Male Lead Cures The Young Lady Who Has A Limited Time

"Give me one more drink here!"

"Oh, my young lady. Would it be okay to keep drinking like that? You're going to get drunk."

"It's okay. I'm drinking to die today!"

When asked by the owner of the bar, filled with worries, Yvette grinned and held out an empty glass.

Because she was wearing a black hood, only half of her face was visible.

"But don't push yourself too hard. Young people like you shouldn't do this."

"Yes, Yes"

Yvette nodded her head and listened roughly to the bar owner's word. Then, without hesitation, she picked up the new drink the bar owner had brought her and poured it all into her mouth. She was drinking so fast that all the drunk people around her started to whistle in admiration.

However, Yvette ignored the noise around her.

The only thing that mattered to her right now was the drink in front of her. Everything else was meaningless.

Because tomorrow, they'll never see her again.

"...a shitty life. Even if I'm born again, I can't be born with this body."

Yvette's face, which was smiling a little while ago, slowly faded, and tears formed around her eyes.

Noticing the unusual atmosphere, the intoxication fades away from her.

Eventually, Yvette cried loudly, burying her face in her arms.

"I don't want to die! Ugh!"

* * * *

'Yvette Blanche' was an extra that appeared in the novel [Love Destiny].

There’s not much documentation of her. She's an extra that appears in no more than the three or four lines in the description of a scene.

The description was also absurd.

[Kerbel had more than one victim. His curse on Count Blanche had also claimed Yvette Blanche's life. It stated that if you don’t meet your destiny by your 20th birthday, the curse would take your life.]

it was.

Yvette Blanche was under a ridiculous curse by a man named Kerbel.

And as proof of this, she had a special tattoo on her body.

It was a branch-shaped tattoo that started from her waist and went up to her shoulder.

According to the knowledge that I picked up from place to place, magic is imbued so that flowers bloom from the tattoos when they meet their destined partner.

In other words, if they fail to bloom, they will die.

'I can't believe I was born again with this body.'

Yvette thought bitterly.

It was a week ago that I became 'Yvette Blanche.'

I had an accident on my way back home, and when I opened my eyes, I found myself in a body that I had never seen before.

When I first woke up with this body, I thought I was dreaming.

However, after about two days, I had no choice but to accept the reality.

Indeed, the reality is that I have become 'Yvette Blanche'.

After accepting the reality, I tried hard to adapt to the new world.

I was worried that I might be caught as someone else, but fortunately, none of the people here suspected me.

Rather, they were so kind to me that I thought it was too much.

'It turns out that it was all because I was destined to die in 5 days.'

Yvette felt depressed.

By the way, Who would have thought she would be possessed a week before her 20th birthday approached.

It didn't feel real that I was still about to die.

'...what have I done wrong, should I die twice like this?'

Yvette sniffled again.

Perhaps it was because I was drunk, my emotions kept stirring.

It was just funny to even when I was angry. Then I felt unbearably sad, and it was unfair.

Even if I wanted to argue about what happened, there was no one to argue with.

'My mouth hurts when I say it.'

Yvette, who was still burying her face in her arm, sighed as if the ground was going to fall.

Now, there is only one day left until my 20th birthday.

It was almost impossible to meet my destined partner with less than a few hours left until midnight.

After all, my only option left was to wait patiently for my death.

"I'm going to die anyway, and I'm going to die drinking until my nose is crooked."

If you're sober, you'll only feel sad, so you should get drunk until you don't think of anything.

Yvette, who was determined, raised the glass high.

"Here, give me another drink!"

* * * *

Everyone in their lives will have that experience at least once.

It is an experience where anxiety is gathered for no reason and eyes are opened.

That's why Yvette suddenly opened her eyes at dawn.

'....Ah, my head.'

As soon as she woke up, the first thing Yvette did was to decide to stop drinking.

She pulled herself up holding onto her throbbing head.

Then the blanket, which was 'rustle' covering her body, fell.

'Well, the blanket feels tougher than before. Did it change while I was sleeping?'

Yvette, that yawning without thinking, stopped.

Dozens of seconds after waking up, she sensed something strange.

'....Wait a minute, my bed isn't this hard?'

As soon as she thought so, Yvette's complexion became noticeably pale.

She jumped out of bed, not caring whether her head was ringing or not.

"huh, what's this?"

Yvette realized that she was only wearing thin clothes after she had completely lifted the blanket.

If this is her bedroom, she would always be dressed whatever the problem.

Unfortunately, however, Yvette was standing in a place that she couldn’t recognize.

I slowly returned from a hangover, and my head became clear in an instant.

Yvette grabbed her white hair and scattered it as if she were tearing it apart.

"where the hell is this…!"

She groaned and looked around.

At a glance, it didn't seem to be a place for aristocrats to stay.

she probably got a room at a cheap inn nearby.

That's not the problem.

It was common sense to be at an inn rather than getting drunk and lying down on the streets.

But the problem was, she wasn't alone in the room.

"Have you woken up?"

When she heard a low voice behind her back, Yvette jumped out of place.

In an instant, she felt like her brain was empty.

'Shit.Shit.Shit!'

Even without having to look back, she knew that the other person was a man.

'No matter how much I say I will die tomorrow. Does it make sense to get drunk and have an accident like this!'

Yvette bit her lips.

she woke up after drinking a lot, and there's a man she's never seen before in the same room?

Then there is only one conclusion that can be reached.

Yvette, who thought so far, stopped once again.

It was because she suddenly sensed something strange.

'...wait a minute. What time is it now?'

Yvette's gaze turned out to the window.

It was late at night when she drank.

But now the sun was shining brightly.

If it's not as if someone turned back the time, it means it's already the next day.

'Does that mean today it's my birthday...?'

Yvette looked down at her hands and blinked slowly. The throbbing headache had already disappeared.

'Why am I alive?'

The curse on her disappeared.

If you don't meet your destiny before your 20th birthday, you'll die.

But somehow she was still alive.

'I'm not dreaming, am I?'

Yvette shook her head.

in my dream, I must be alive, but it is a dream.

I've never heard of a dead person dreaming.

'then, am I really alive?'

I'm sure that person said I'd die if I didn't meet my destined partner.

When Yvette was thinking about it alone.

The voice that she had forgotten about came close to her back.

"What are you thinking so hard about?"

Yvette stiffened to the sudden appearance.

She finally shifted her attention to her companion.

'Yeah, I'm in trouble.'

Surprised that she was still alive, she almost forgot that there was someone else in the room.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I had something to think about for a moment."

Yvette cleared her throat once and looked back.

It's impossible to undo the situation that had already happened, so I'm going to settle this out.

However, as soon as the opponent and her eyes met, Yvette froze.

"Finally, you're making eye contact."

The unknown man smiled.

To that alone, Yvette felt her heart was about to explode.

Originally, she was a person who didn't believe in love at first sight.

But the man in front of her seemed to be able to force a person to fall in love with just looking at his face.

Underneath his black hair, a prestigious feature was followed.

His sharp eyes were pale, silvery blue, and his pupils were very clear.

Just looking at him made her know it was a gaze that could see through people's eyes.

The nose, which stretched out smoothly below it was high, and the relatively shallow lips were raised in a line.

It would have been nice if only his face was handsome.

The man was like a statue from head to toe, perhaps being favored by God.

'Oh my God, such a man exists in this world.'

The man grinned as Yvette looked mesmerized.

Judging from the relaxed response, he seemed used to receiving other people's attention.

"....Is there still any place to look at my face?"

"huh?"

When he opened his mouth, Yvette let out a small exclamation.

'Wow, even his voice is nice.'

The man's voice was very low pitched, enough to be heard.

I couldn't hear it properly because I was too busy before, but once I recognized it, I wanted to continue listening to it.

'Did you have the spirit to look at your face even while getting drunk.'

Yvette looked at the man with calculating thoughts.

Although he was handsome enough to turn eyes around, the fact that they had never met before remained.

"....Hey, what's your name?"

"name?"

"yes, because of the situation, I think we should at least know each other's names."

Yvette asked, trying to keep her composure.

Perhaps it was an unexpected question, but the man's expression changed strangely.

"....Noel. Call me Noel."

After a moment of thought, He gave me his name.

Then Yvette took a breath and said.

"Yes, Noelle. I'm a little embarrassed because it's my first time experiencing this, so can I ask for an explanation?"

"Explanation?"

"Yes, your explanation."

Yvette pointed to Noel with a serious face.

"Why am I, dressed like this, in the same room as you?"

-to be continued

Translated by Aria

Not 100% correct

Credit to the Author

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