“Even I can write better than this, argh.”
[Then, why don’t you try?]
I possessed a supporting character in a novel I was reading.
The supporting character was Amelie, who was killed by the tyrant.
In order not to meet him, I tried transformation and all kinds of means, but I still couldn’t escape the clutch of the tyrant, Serwin.
I thought all that was left for me was death, but…
“It’s weird. If I smell this scent…”
But this man, he can’t even act consciously when he looks at me?
“Did you not know? The fact that you smell good.”
As if he was bewitched by my scent, he approached me. Then, he bent down and took a deep breath.
“Your Majesty, stop…”
When Amelie whispered her cry, she could feel Serwin’s low voice next to her ear.
“You tried to run away. Didn’t you already make up your mind by then?”