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First, I would kidnap my favorite character in my room, then feed them sweet desserts and warm milk while stroking their head. And then I’d make sure they could play and eat without a worry for the rest of their lives, of course, all in my arms lol.
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Once, I left such a comment in response to a question on a community forum.
Kylo Grey.
My favorite… My own baby cat.
Our baby cat deserved more happiness.
But why…
Slap!
Why are my hands…
Slap!
Slapping our baby cat’s cheeks…
Slap!
So recklessly… three times in a row!
‘What is this!’
Isn’t this cheating right after reincarnation?
My body wouldn’t move as I willed it.
Was it because I was still adjusting to the reincarnated body, or was it the compulsion of the original work?
Despite having reincarnated into the world with my favorite character, she found herself unable to move as she wished.
It was as if she was a puppet being controlled by someone else.
“Let go of me! Let go!”
Even more frustrating was the fact that harsh words were spouting from her mouth without control.
If she was not mistaken, her body seemed to be causing a ruckus.
And the man trying to stop her was right before her eyes.
At a glance, she recognized who he was.
Her beloved favorite character, Kylo Grey.
Black hair, blue eyes, a face so handsome it seemed sculpted.
Yet, the eyes of the man who had been slapped three times were ablaze with anger.
“You… how dare you touch me with those filthy hands! Release me right now!”
Insults and curses kept coming out of her mouth involuntarily.
However, Kylo held on firmly to her despite telling him to let go immediately.
‘This is nuts! Absolutely insane!’
It was supposed to be her first encounter with her most beloved character.
Yet it resembled more like a drunk being subdued by the police!
‘…It must be a dream.’
It could only be a dream.
That was her thought, right when her consciousness began to blur unnaturally, like a lie.
“Ugh…”
At last, her body went limp.
“Ha…”
Kylo held onto the slumping body within his arms.
“Such a disgraceful woman…”
Angry words spilled from his lips.
Kylo Grey, he was the commander of the Black Knight Order.
But to the woman before him, he was nothing more than pathetic trash, nothing more or less.
His jaw muscles clenched threateningly despite his irritation. Yet, Kylo did not utter a single word of complaint.
The woman was of such status that she could not possibly have any grievance against her.
Agnes Saint, the princess cherished by the Emperor, the ticking bomb of Winchester, the queen of the social circles, the beauty claimed to be the most beautiful in the continent.
A woman who came with all sorts of descriptions and honorifics, but to Kylo Grey, she was merely a nuisance.
Really, she was an annoying woman.
Disrupting and causing a ruckus at a ball celebrating a ceasefire while drunk.
“Sir Grey, are you alright?”
One of the White Knight Order members who arrived late asked. Kylo gestured wearily.
“…Please take her back to the princess’s palace at once.”
Following his words, the members of the White Knight Order supported the collapsed princess and disappeared.
Kylo, with an exasperated expression, glared at the retreating figure of the woman who had slapped his cheek.
It was quite draining for just subduing one problematic woman.
It felt more exhausting than facing dozens of monsters.
He clenched his fist and turned away.
Surely, I thought it was a dream…
“What should I do about this?”
It wasn’t a dream.
Waking from a long sleep, she stood in front of the mirror with a grave expression.
The fact that everything she thought was a dream wasn’t, was simply horrific.
Gulp.
Yes, it hadn’t been a dream.
Until a moment ago, she had been in a different world.
Returning from the birthday cafe of her favorite character, she had been hit by a car running a red light while crossing the street.
The pain she felt at the moment of impact was still vivid.
That was the last moment of her previous life.
After dying, her soul was swiftly transferred somewhere else.
‘There was a man in a suit sitting at something like a reception desk…’
The man glanced at her soul and then looked puzzled. He clicked his tongue as if something was wrong.
“Wait, can you wait a moment…?”
While waiting with unease, and no matter how much time passed, no answer came.
She ended up spending three days homeless in the afterlife waiting for a reply.
Unable to bear it any longer and about to inquire where to file a customer service complaint, her soul was shifted somewhere else in an instant.
The stunningly beautiful woman who appeared before her introduced herself as a god managing the world.
“Sorry, but it turns out you weren’t meant to die yet.”
Should gods be saying anything that comes to mind so carelessly?
Wait, then send me back…
Her plea to be revived was met with the god shrugging her shoulders.
“…Sorry, but your body has decayed, and you can’t return.”
Leaving me homeless on the street for three days and that’s all you have to say?
“Instead, I’ll send you to a place you desire.”
So she shouted, then let me meet my favorite character immediately.
And it seemed that this was where she had been sent.
Gulp.
So… the nightmare where she was slapping her favorite character’s cheek wasn’t a dream after all.
‘Aaagh!’
Why, of all times, did it have to be then? Why?
After a while of desperately clawing at her head, she looked at herself in the mirror again.
She needed to calm down.
‘Reincarnated into a novel where my favorite character is alive and breathing…’
That part was good. But the problem was…
“Princess Agnes.”
That’s what people have been calling her.
‘This really seems messed up…’
The woman in the mirror was the character who had the worst relationship with my favorite character.
She was like Draco Malfoy from Harry Potter, who scorned Muggles, and now she, ‘I’, was that detestable trash who insulted my favorite character’s integrity.
“No… if you were going to reincarnate me, why didn’t you start me off as a baby!”
What is this…! I wanted to rebuild my relationship with my favorite character from scratch! I wanted to be the one to pave a flower path for my favorite character!
And instead of paving a flower path, I started by slapping them in the face… Everything went dark before my eyes.
It was the third day since reincarnation.
It seems to be possession, but the woman referred to as the god clearly stated it was reincarnation.
She said they just fast-forwarded her life to the current moment after reincarnation.
It seemed to be true… every event and emotion that belonged to this Agnes’s body existed in my mind.
‘And the memories of being hostile towards my favorite character are a problem, if anything…’
At least due to these memories, it was possible for her to adapt quickly, and her personality seemed close to her previous life.
Unfortunately, the timing of her reincarnation was quite ironic.
If the god was in front of her, she would have liked to argue. Why did you stop here of all places?
Certainly, if I had been reincarnated from babyhood, I would never have lived this way.
I wouldn’t have ended up slapping my favorite character’s cheek.
‘Sigh…’
First things first, I need to explain about the original work.
The novel she loved, “Infinite Splash,” was a top-notch fantasy novel featuring a munchkin male protagonist, set in a mishmash of classic fantasy, steampunk, and modern elements.
The novel stirred up a huge fan base because of its explosive popularity early on.
Just to give an idea, on one of the social media she used, Twitter-Talk, there was talk of a “union of fans” due to its heated popularity.
People chose their favorite characters and created fan art and secondary fanfics.
With various characters featured, many people chose minor characters as their favorites.
She was one of them.
Her favorite character, the one she picked, was the annoying rival character to the male lead, Kylo.
The very man she had slapped across the face repeatedly, just yesterday.
Kylo Grey.
