Confused, I looked at a full-length mirror that I had dragged across the side of the sofa to rearrange my dress.

‘I used to have purple hair.’

Now it has a deep, pink color.

The corners of her eyes are slightly raised, but the overall mild impression may be due to her arched eyebrows.

Without a single blemish, her skin was as smooth as white jade and the blush flushing on her cheeks were as fresh as a 23-year-old.

Whether you hate Peony or ignore her, you will have to admit this one thing.

‘She’s as beautiful as spring in May.’

Dreamy pale green eyes were like sprouts in the warmest sun. Her lips were like a peony about to bloom.

She was certainly lovely with a petite body and a slender neck.

‘Where did you disappear to?’

I was muttering softly while looking in the mirror, and soon I returned to my realistic thoughts.

I thought about it while I was putting my dress back together.

‘First of all, I have two questions.’

The first is, who killed me?

Ernst probably finished investigating this.

I’m not sure, but given the circumstances it’s highly likely that it’s the first prince.

The second prince was not as clever or insidious enough to use such tricks, and above all, it was widely believed that the first prince was very interested in ancient treasures and gods to win the battle for the throne.

It was a known fact.

Next question. How did I end up in the future, not the past?

‘Usually, don’t you go back and get to know information about the future and get to know your husband again?’

But why did I come to the future, six years in advance?

“Is it because I swallowed the heirloom?”

I don’t know, but it may have been the cause.

‘Once I go to Eques, I’ll have to learn more about the family heirloom.’

In the past, since it was an object I will have to return anyway, I didn’t think of the legend related to the family heirloom very importantly.

Because I thought it wasn’t mine.

‘But I must be careful, for I will make a very bad impression as Peony if I go around digging around his family heirloom.’

Tock tock

I was tapping on the armrest of the sofa and sighed.

‘Anyway, there’s only one thing that matters.’

That I became Ernst’s wife again.

And this time, I will never die and live happily with him.

‘That’s why I’m going to save <it> for Ernst this time.’

Listening to what was said at the meeting earlier, Ernst clearly was not able find <it>.

Or if he was able to get it, it didn’t work.

So, there is a glimmer of hope in terms of this political marriage.

If I could, I would like to run and talk to him right now, but that is impossible.

The strange constraint she has is one reason, but—

‘There’s too much surveillance.’

When Sonia came in, she had to wear a dress and take it off repeatedly, so there were no guards around her.

It was etiquette, and I couldn’t hear the sound of military boots either.

‘But as soon as Sonia left, I heard a guard came and stand outside the door.’

I guess they’re just watching me to see if I would run away.

‘I’m not going to run away even if I can.’

Where will I go, leaving Ernst behind?

It’s not like he’s happily remarrying another woman and giving birth to children and living a good life….

A cool spring breeze blew from the window that I ordered Sonia leave open earlier.

It was a wind that reminded me of the days Ernst carried me on his back as we walk on the sandy beach at night.

He didn’t say anything and I didn’t want to break the silence, so there was only the sound of us breathing.

The gentle waves crashing in and out, as his footprints remained every step he took.

That was the decisive day we got closer.

‘I remember drinking poison instead of Ernst with my eyes closed like this.’

In the first place, the walk itself took place on the day when I was barely able to recover and walk outside after a month of being sick.

Smiling at the sudden memory, I burst into laughter at the question I thought of.

‘But how can I let him know that I’m in this body?’

How?

‘Restrictions. Strong constraints. I’m sure I’ve heard it somewhere…Eh?’

Is that it?

A scene popped up in my mind. Biting my lips, I quickly continued my thoughts.

‘Maybe that really is the case. I’ve often forgotten that this is in the novel, but it’s written in the novel anyway. It’s where the rules are.’

When I think about it alone after getting out of the chaotic situation, I remembered what I have forgotten. It was a scene from the original <Marchen for the Real Saint>.

“There is a restriction on roles in this world, my dear.”

“Restrictions?”

“Yes, your role is set by God. There’s something you must do, just like the character you’re in. If you do your role for more than a certain amount, the restrictions will be lifted.”

“Tell me what it is.”

“Well, well, it’s not difficult. If you want, I’ll read it for you.”

Ingrid frowned at the suspicious book that suddenly appeared in the hands of the young man.

“Character picture book?”

The title was written like that, but it was in Korean.

It seems that the ancient language of this world was also Korean.

‘Well, it must have been difficult for the writer to set up another language as an ancient language.’

Ingrid nodded and waited for a while.

“Oh, here it is! A two-grid wavelet. You’re under a curse right now. If you want to lift it, you have to trample on everyone who is picking a fight with you.”

“What?”

“When I saw it, I called it Salpuri… In any case, there is only one thing that’s certain. If you don’t do it properly, the restrictions will continue?”

Ingrid laughed in vain, sweeping through her hair as red as a lion’s mane.

Dante’s eyes, staring at her like this, were strange.

Like a man in love.

“So, how and when will God release the restrictions?”

But when Ingrid looked back at him, Dante averted his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth.

“No one knows. But it won’t take long. Why don’t you hang out with me until then? I’d like to have a nice tour.”

“Are you crazy?”

Ingrid snapped at Dante.

‘Yes, that’s it!’

Bang!

Having remembered that, I struck the armrests and my eyes lit up.

“Restrictions. I have to act according to my character in order to break the restrictions. For a certain period of time.”

What I was given before was the character of, “An evil woman who pretended to be a saint”.

‘Maybe this has something to do with why I came into Peony’s body.’

Peony was the most suitable person to play the characteristic given to ‘Gabriela Nashert’.

Smile and say everything you have to say!

She sometimes smile as if she doesn’t know!

Pretending to be frail, weak, and tearful. Pretending to be innocent, kind, and naïve!

‘Well, I’ll do it all for you.’

It’s rather good.