And I approached the full-length mirror.
I still couldn’t believe it, but my heart thumped just by looking at the mirror.
“Haah…”
I must be around seventeen years old.
I combed my golden hair that covered half of my back with my small hands, as I looked at my distorted reflection.
My eyes were a slightly light sapphire color, as if they held the light of the sea, and my skin was fair and soft.
The girl’s face in the mirror was clearly very beautiful. And it had a mysterious and unique atmosphere as well.
But one thing was clear, it wasn’t my face.
And it wasn’t the face of the protagonist from the original work that I had imagined.
The protagonist, the Saint Camilla, had lighter platinum hair, and her eyes were a refreshing green color as if emerald was embedded in them.
“It’s Ariel… right? So, I became Ariel…”
The girl in the mirror, or rather, me, let out a small sigh and bit my lips.
So… how should I explain the situation I am in?
“The Return of Saint Camilla.”
The novel I read in my past life was a reverse harem novel where the noble-minded Saint Camilla was pursued by three different beautiful men with their own backgrounds.
The emotions of the characters were the main focus of the story, and I could feel catharsis seeing how the love interests were attracted and pushed away, becoming prisoners of love.
“It was a bit shocking that all three men became Camilla’s husbands in the ending.”
Still, it wasn’t a bad piece for killing time.
And two days ago, I possessed the body of Ariel, a character from that novel.
Ariel lived as an illegitimate child of the local American count and her mother who was a maid, seemingly invisible.
She had no curiosity, but she met a young noble of a good family and had a goal to climb the social ladder, so she consistently visited the temple.
By chance, she caught the eye of the substitute governor, Rayhas, and ended up in the Eliam Temple as a substitute for a “fake saint” as part of a deal with him.
The problem was that Ariel was the villainess in the novel.
Ariel, a time-limited saint set up for the political stability of Prince Kyle and substitute governor Rayhas.
She was a twisted villainess who obstructed Camilla’s path with her twisted love for the substitute governor she relied on as a protector, and her secretly admired Prince Kyle.
“Five more years until the real saint, Camilla, appears.”
I thought as I bit my lip.
“[When Camilla, who forgave herself, reached out her hand to the fairies, the swords of three men simultaneously swayed toward her. And without a word, she met her death.]”
In the original work, Ariel met her death like that, providing cider to the readers.
“But I don’t want to die.”
In the end, I stayed up all night for two days, pondering and making a cold calculation of the situation.
If it were my life before the possession…
The moment I was about to die was still vivid in my mind.
Since my past body died, there probably wouldn’t be a way to go back to it.
That means I have to live the rest of my life in Ariel’s body.
I stared at the magnificent and large windows.
The vibrant sunlight pierced through, brightening up the room.
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