Became the Escort Knight of the Villain in the Romance Novel

1 – Irene Uris(1)

Reading a romance fantasy novel means talking to others. It was a pretty embarrassing hobby.

Sometimes when I talk to my friends about watching romantic movies, the answer comes back,

However, there were no women around me to form a consensus with women.

“Um.”

The charm of romance fantasy was that, unlike general fantasy, romance was the main focus.

Let’s be honest. I felt it was more fun to focus on the love line rather than the main character growing up.

A female protagonist who is completely different from others. A female protagonist who holds a sword when others are concerned about her appearance.

Maybe it was only natural to arouse the interest of the male protagonist who is tired of the ordinary.

What I found attractive about romance fantasy was the atmosphere that I couldn’t feel in general masculine genres.

Rather than a story in which the main character becomes stronger, grows up, gains new friends, and breaks through and transcends goals-

Because it felt a little more fun to watch stories about dating in a peaceful daily life.

And what attracts you the most? That could be said to be a villain in a romance fantasy.

It’s not just because I hate the main character like before, it’s not because I hate the main character.

His place was stolen by the main character who could be called an irregular,

Isn’t it the villain to practice one’s own efforts to regain that place?

Because of my unique taste in original characters, I, who used to be called a hipster in the vulgar language, seems to have been particularly obsessed with the villain in the novel.

Sometimes I sympathize with the situation and cry, and sometimes I am thrilled when the main character suffers.

However, if I recall one novel I was immersed in,

That was only one novel in my entire life.

It was the villainous young lady who appeared in a romance fantasy novel I read recently.

Irene Juris, the villain who appears in [The Lover of the Rose Thorn],

As I read the scene where she was eventually killed by her heroine and the crown prince, all I could think of was how pitiful she was.

From a young age she was raised by her strict father, who only suffered scars in her heart,

I wanted her spring day to come to her like that. Didn’t the family start to collapse thanks to the sudden appearance of the main character?

She was estranged from the prince for admonishing a spoiled young lady who appeared at a church.

As she got away from the crown prince, she naturally cut off her relationship with the nobles.

Her The eldest son of her duchy, whom she promised to marry when she was young, and all of her daughters who were close to her disappeared.

Her feelings, which she had never been able to release in front of her own father, finally exploded at the end of the incident.

With nothing left in her relationship, she ultimately had nothing to lose and her choice was to stand up to her protagonist.

Irene’s story ends with her head cut off by the crown prince, who interpreted it as treason.

How many pages was devoted to her?

She was a villain only from the main character’s point of view, but from my point of view, a third person reading her books, Irene was not a villain.

She was just a pitiful woman who wanted affection more than anyone else, and she wanted love more than anyone else.

“…Sad.”

For some reason, it felt pretty sad to me that no one was grieving over her death.

Isn’t even the comment section blessing her death, calling it cider?

I felt like that was my situation right now, so a dejected laugh leaked out.

I suddenly felt my eyelids heavy, so I rubbed my sleepy eyes and closed them slowly.

Even when she closed her eyes, she kept thinking about that scene earlier, and her heart felt stuffy.

Did she have no choice but to die? A villain is forgotten when he dies.

Even if the villain dies, no matter how much he regrets it, in the end, it’s just a consumable item to help the main character rise.

So there will be no reappearance of her in the future.

With that thought, she felt that her taste was bitter for some reason.

Would she have been different if it hadn’t been for her childhood, who grew up under strict education without a single friend.

Would she be different if she had someone to stop her actions and hold back her falling relationship with her?

Irene Uris.

I took a deep breath at the name that lingered even in the midst of falling asleep.

Isn’t it a novel anyway? I should be able to forget about it now.

“…Whoa.”

For some reason, the darkness seemed to be exceptionally long for that existence that was crouching in the middle of my head and bothering me to sleep.

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“Ah…”

Are you asleep? It was a bright light that entered the corner of the raised eyes.

Unbelievably bright light coming into a semi-basement room.

Since it was midsummer, I understood that the sunlight was bright, but isn’t it a bit too bright?

As I tried to cover her face with the blanket, I noticed that the feeling of her fingertips was different from usual.

What I felt instead of the texture of the rough cotton blanket sold at the market was the feel of a fairly luxurious cloth that felt soft at once.

I frowned at the fact that the bed I lay on was also different from before.

Did it move somewhere without my knowledge?

When I raised my body, which was not moving well, I felt that the eye level was also different.

It wasn’t simply because the height of the bed was changed.

Isn’t this as if the body has been reversed?

My mind, which had been hazy from sleepiness, suddenly woke up.

It was then that what caught my eye was the bed and blanket, which were completely pure white, unlike before.

At that moment, as if the back of the head had been hit hard, his vision was dizzy.

How the hell am I supposed to understand this situation?

Even though I raised my body, the instantly lowered field of view told me that my height had decreased.

Carefully plucking a strand of my hair, I looked at it with my eyes wide open.

Gold, my hair wasn’t this color.

The structure of the brain of a person who only read novels in the corner of the room took a lot of time to accept and process this reality.

When I opened my eyes, it was an unfamiliar ceiling, and who will accept this ridiculous reality that even my body has changed.

The only thing I’m curious about is, what kind of world did I enter?

My state of mind was truly embarrassing.

I never hated the writer after posting a bad comment, never got hit by a car and died, and never wrote 5700 characters because I was dissatisfied with the plot.

In the first place, it was difficult to tell whether this was a dream or reality.

After staring at the bright sunlight shining through the window for a while, I looked around.

Old wooden swords piled up in one place.

Splintered, broken, and at least intact, the wooden sword was slightly broken in places or full of scratches.

‘Probably…The one who used to live here. Now that’s me.’

A sigh escaped my mouth as I looked at the calluses firmly embedded in my hands.

The only time I’ve ever used my body in my life was relay races during sports competitions. To enter the body of a person who uses a sword.

I wondered if there were any memories left in my head, but

Since I couldn’t recall anything other than what I originally remembered, I sat down on the bed again.

Looking around the room, there seemed to be only two things I could tell.

Except for using the sword I found out earlier,

The status of the owner of this body is not very high, and perhaps… This world I entered,

The world in [Your Love of the Rose Thorn], The last thing I read before going to sleep.

I closed my eyes for a moment, then opened them again and stared blankly at the pattern drawn in front of the door.

“Ha.”

I burst out laughing. Even if it was ridiculous, even if this situation was just funny, it was right.

The moment I realized this place where I was, the thought that came to my mind made me laugh out loud.

How could I forget that pattern? The 5th Duke with the purpose of protecting this empire,

Among them, the Duchy of Euris, who is in charge of the shield and has a shield with thorns as its pattern. I don’t know how.

Irene Uris.

Her eyes grew cold for some reason as she recalled the memory of yesterday, when she had stayed up all night remembering the name of the woman who was just a villain in a novel.

‘Maybe.’

I wonder if I can change it. Although I don’t know what the time zone is like right now, and I don’t know how Irene Uris and I will meet, maybe.

She really might be able to save her.

It could have been a crazy idea. I don’t even know exactly who I am right now.

He could have been simply a slave raised for gladiatorial competitions by aristocratic families, so I thought that impatient expectations would only lead to anger.

Pair-

As I stroked my cheek with both hands, my heart seemed to calm down a little, so I calmly stared at the door and caught my breath.

I can’t stay here forever. Let’s get up at the thought that we have to go out now,

Beep-

My body stiffened at the moment when the door opened without warning.

When I raised my lowered head, I saw a pretty grim-looking man.

At first glance, he looked like a skilled knight wearing a long suit of armor, so I took advantage of my experience in the military and settled down.

The man looked at me for a while and then opened his mouth.

“What are you doing standing there blankly? The lady is calling.”

“…Yes!”

I hesitated at the word lady for a moment, but since I wasn’t in a situation to ask something more, I followed him who looked like a knight.

Anyway, isn’t there a big difference in height? How old the hell am I?

Such doubts were quickly resolved by the figure reflected on the transparent glass. At first glance, he’s 15 years old, maybe that’s about it.

My height seemed to be about 170 when compared to my reduced eye level, so I thought it could be said that I was rather tall compared to my age.

When the question of age was resolved, the question that followed was the word young lady. Lady calls me, la.

What on earth is my role, so should I call it myself?

At least I didn’t seem to be a slave, because the ladies-in-waiting I encountered occasionally waved at me when I passed by.

As it was a duke’s mansion, the majority of the ladies-in-waiting were also nobles.

Even though they were doing menial jobs like washing the floor and dusting, they were the children of barons or viscounts, so they probably didn’t have a low status.

If you look at the swords in the room earlier, they might be knight candidates.

Since he was a knight candidate, his status was not bad.

Because even if I became a knight, I was treated quite valuablely. I could have gone to war, but I could have lived if I wanted to live alone.

“What do you think, hurry up and get in.”

“Oh, yes.”

While he was immersed in his thoughts for a while, he arrived at the residence where the lady was, and the driver said with a distorted expression.

After staring at the shield pattern symbolizing the Duke of Julis for a while, he exhaled and slowly opened the door.

“Are you coming now?”

I opened the door, and before I could see the inside, a soft voice came in.

It took a while to admire the soft tone that made me feel at ease just by listening to it, but my face hardened at the sight of a woman in my field of vision.

“Are you nervous? You don’t have to be that hard.”

No, I wasn’t nervous. I was just shocked at the name that came to my mind the moment I saw her face.

White hair that seems to have taken the color of the clouds in the sky, blue eyes that remind you of the clear sky next to those clouds,

I was just surprised by the name that came to my mind the moment I saw her scarlet lips as if they were drenched in blood.

That ‘lady’ standing in front of me.

Because Irene Uris, the villain and villain in [My Love of the Rose Thorn], I was so saddened by her death.