It may sound obvious, but I thought I was dreaming.
'Wasn't it just a dream that a 19-year-old Emil killed my entire family?'
I shook my head.
Even if I wanted to believe that, the feeling of a cool blade piercing my stomach was too vivid.
That feeling couldn't be a lie.
'What happened?'
I stepped on the floor with my trembling legs.
My nanny, noticing my anxiety, approached me quickly and checked my complexion.
"Young Lady, are you all right?"
Isana was much younger than that night when I had died.
Her wrinkles were not deep and she had a few visible gray hairs.
"Can I touch your forehead?"
"Hmm, you don't seem to have a fever."
"Ah... no, I'm fine... it's because I had a bad dream."
"You're pale, what kind of dream was it...? If you can't calm down, would you like a glass of warm milk?"
"Please."
Isana went down to the kitchen and I scrambled to stand in front of the mirror.
My 19-year-old self had disappeared, and in front of me was a sweet little girl who had not yet lost her baby fat.
Originally, I had grown my hair quite a bit, but its current length was just a little over my shoulders.
Slightly parted, almost without curls, a nourished, shiny and smooth ivory hair.
Bright crimson eyes stared at me, unable to conceal their astonishment.
'As I thought. It's real.'
I could not understand how I had returned to the past.
'Going back to the past, that's not even possible...'
Then suddenly, one thing came to mind.
I knew someone who returned to the past. It was my mother, not anyone else.
'Maybe, mom too?'
It was a possibility.
I didn't see my mom's or dad's corpse in person, but Emil said he had killed them both with his own mouth.
Emil. As soon as I thought of that name, complex emotions came to mind. But I had a question.
'What was his purpose for destroying my family?'
Even the hallways were silent as if all the employees had been killed.
"Ugh..."
Even now it was so shocking and terrifying that my stomach churned.
The thick smell of blood still lingered on my nose.
'Could it be the madness the villainess suffered from?'
That's what Emil looked like when I faced him. If it had been the Emil that I knew, it would never have happened.
'What did that mean? That he was living like a puppet?'
But one thing was clear.
Emil inherited Robellin's madness.
'But the most important thing right now is that even if I came back to the past, the same thing can happen over and over again.'
