Chapter 3

T/N: Hi everyone, from here on out, I’ll be translating the term devil to demon.

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When she spread her black wings like an ebony, she looked like a demon without a doubt.

“I believe you, then.”

When Isabella calmed her doubts, the devil flicked her finger again and tucked her wings in.

“I introduced myself, so shall we get straight to the point?”

“…….”

“You made three ridiculous wishes.”

The devil looked through a book in her hand with tired eyes and burst into laughter.

In response to the devil’s absurdity, Isabella repeated what she thought of before she died.

‘If only I could turn back time. If only I could extract half my dirty blood. If only I could save my mother and tear them to death.’

Looking back, there were exactly three things.

‘…I’d dedicate my soul to the demon.’

And she was reckless enough to risk her soul.

‘Cause I never thought a real demon would be summoned.’

She was so angry as her face was burning when she tried to recall the words that flashed through her mind. The devil smiled, stroking Isabella’s face as if she was cute.

“Don’t be ashamed. You called me because you wanted something ridiculous, didn’t you?”

When their eyes met, her drowsy red eyes bent finely again. She was so beautiful that she could lose her mind and get possessed by her just by looking at her. She is undoubtedly a demon.

‘Don’t be fooled. You need to pull yourself together.’

Isabella exhaled a shallow breath and opened her mouth to keep calm.

“I don’t need anything else, please turn back time.”

“Apart from that. Revenge?”

“I want to do it myself.”

It was a cold, calm expression.

“I want to become evil worse than a demon herself.”

At Isabella’s bold answer, the demon looked at her with an absurd expression for a moment and soon burst into laughter.

“That’s interesting. Usually, humans who want revenge are interested in the most painful torture a demon can possibly do. Don’t you care about that?”

“It’s too personal to leave it to others.”

“Even so, you’re the first person to ask to return back in time and leave.”

The demon looked with interest as if she had found something interesting after a long time.

“I have to see it.”

Looking at the way she talks, she already seems to be “more than a demon.”

Protecting her mother and destroying those who led to her death. That was Isabella’s wish, but revenge was not as simple as it sounds.

Isabella didn’t want them to be punished in vain. It was too merciful for the crime they committed.

“All right, I think you’ll need this.”

The demon held the book in her hands and handed it to her. Isabella, who took the book, widened her eyes.

“What is this?”

“A strategy book. Let’s read it first and talk.”

On the cover of the book, it was written, “The Princess of Misfortunes”. Isabella turned the pages, as if bewitched.

In it, Isabella’s mother and father, in other words, the heroine, Lily, met Count Collins, the male protagonist, and was betrayed to death.

Here’s the summary.

Princess Lily abandoned everything to protect her love, but what Count Collins wanted was power, not love.

After the imperial daughter was kicked out, he believed that he could make up with it when her cute daughter was born, but the emperor was not such a soft person.

As his political position narrowed and he was excluded from various interests, Count Collins no longer looked at the kite that had fallen.1kite represents one’s goals

At that time, the Marquis of Richmond, a childhood friend of the Empress Dowager, approached.

She became the mistress of Count Collins and connected him to the second prince, Astor, to make a new breakthrough.

Astor dreamed of becoming the emperor, but the process was not smooth.

Astor entrusted Count Collins with the role of monitoring the princess, because he was not entirely regarded to be his own.2it is not believed that the count is truly on his side.

Count Collins was officially the husband of the princess and was in a position to change hands at any time if circumstances changed.

“Prove yourself. How far can you throw her away for me?”

“My Lord…”

“I want to believe that the count is truly mine.”

Isabella shook her fist in the scene where Count Collins offered his wife to prove his loyalty.

Of course, he took a consistent attitude even when Isabella invaded the emperor’s bedroom.

‘What kind of a son-of-a-bitch would sacrifice his own wife and daughter to survive on his own?’

According to her common sense, there is no such thing as that kind of person. But she was proved wrong because that very son of a gun was Count Collins.

Mrs. Richmond, who was rolling around with her friend’s husband, and Astor, who caught and killed his innocent sister who was blinded by the throne, were all trash wearing plastic gloves.

Revenge? You’re welcome. I want to do it myself even if the sky splits into two.

She wanted to savor the process to the end without missing a single moment.

She will personally grab their hair and plunge it into the water. The moment they struggle, they will experience a seizure-like bubble, until they lose their breath and rise to the surface.

She wanted to capture it in her eyes without missing a single moment.

Reading it in a book like this, it was like reading a ruined novel. There were things she didn’t know or experienced. She didn’t want to believe it, but it was a true story.

Isabella, who had read the last page, closed the book with a snap, and the devil seemed to have waited.

“How do you feel about reading a novel like a cozy trash can?”

“We must incinerate the trash.”

“It’s a gift. I thought you’d need it for your ambitious self-revenge.”

It was a pretty useful gift. For proper revenge, the more information, the better.

No matter how much she was Count Collins’ daughter, she didn’t know what Count Collins was doing outside.

Her information was far from sufficient because she had a break from staying at home when she entered the academy.

She can’t believe she was able to learn the truth of the case from such a holistic perspective.

The book was necessary to put her father and his remnants in the gutter. Isabella sighed lightly and hugged tightly to her heart.

“How far back are you willing to give back?”

“Exactly three years. This is also a mana draining job, so it’s hard to do more than that.”

“That’s enough.”

Isabella, who got what she wanted at once, laughed satisfactorily. Now it was time to ask what the demon wanted.

‘I don’t need your soul. I want something more valuable than that.’

The demons are of a clever race. Never would they make a contract without a reason or use kindness to their detriment.

In fact, as long as she could save her mother, she didn’t care what it was. She will keep on doing anything as reckless as invading the emperor’s bedroom.

“I don’t think you have a hobby of doing volunteer work. What do you want?”

“The son of the Demon King who hides in the tower.”

The demon’s face came close before she knew it. Isabella stopped breathing for a moment and swallowed her dry saliva with her eyes overwhelming her.

“I need you to take him out.”