CH 1

"Here's your wife. She's yours. Play with her until you get tired of her."

“…”

Is that what you say to a child who is only ten years old, mother-in-law?

He plays with his wife now, but what if he plays with his parents later?

Well, I knew that the duke will turn a little.

If it had been a well-established place, the female protagonist would have been here now, not me.

I became Cheria Mayall, the character in the novel <The Evil Woman Walks the Money Path>.

Cheria was the heroine's only sister.

But you shouldn't expect a great sisterhood because I grabbed her by the collar before I left.

Originally, Cheria's role in <The Evil Woman Walks the Money Path> was simple.

Jealous of an older sister who has everything except for a good personality, being kicked out of the house for bullying.

However, as I possessed the heroine's younger sister and experienced the situation firsthand, it seemed that the novel was misrepresented.

I wasn't kicked out, I was sold.

Now I am only ten years old. My parents sold their ten-year-old daughter to a family.

Whether you make it the bride of the younger heir or something else, and wait outside the door to pay.

To put it bluntly, it was a marriage business, and it was a bargain.

Yesterday morning, I opened my eyes in the attic in Cheria's body.

With a ceiling full of spider webs and a window the size of a palm, it was an anthill, no, Cheria's bedroom.

There were several dresses in the closet that didn't even fit my body.

As Cheria, the only things given to me were the shoes my sister wore and the leftovers of my sister's food.

I thought it was a dream, so I grabbed my sister by the neck and confirmed it.

Actually, my older sister grabbed my hair first, but I was the only one who got scolded.

My sister, who was born with divine powers from a poor count, was a miracle.

When she was born, the pope came to bless her and proclaimed her a saint.

Then, money and fame followed the countess who had been waiting for that day.

The count and countess, blinded by greed, had a second child.

But how could miracles be so common?

Their second child, Cheria, had no such thing as divine powers.

The countess was greatly disappointed and left Cheria unattended.

And at this point, it is necessary to re-examine the title of the novel I possessed.

<The Evil Woman Walks the Money Path>

The heroine is a saint, but why is the title called “Evil Woman”?

Because humanity is garbage.

Cheria's tearful past was vividly contained in my mind.

Cheria was like the count's ugly duckling, and was abused by her family. Ugh, I'm angry. I wish I possessed her sooner!

It was so, so, so, so unfair that I had possessed her the day before she was kicked out and couldn't play properly.

I would’ve understood if Cheria swung her fist at her sister or poisoned her tea, but the only bad things Cheria had ever done were yelling at her parents for them to love her too, and pushing hate on her older sister who wears her new dress.

Nevertheless, Cheria was branded as a problem child.

In <The Evil Woman Walks the Money Path>, the Countess decided that raising her Cheria was a waste of her money, and they decided to 'handle' her the day her sister went to the temple.

That was today.

What happened to her after that? I do not know either. Because the novel went back to her older sister's first-person perspective and introduced her to a peaceful temple life.

Since then, Cheria has not even been mentioned, and she only appeared shortly before the novel went on hiatus.

That too, in bad condition.

One of the parents-in-law, the Duchess, clenched her chin with a look of boredom.

She said, "I hope it was stupid to get you."

"Yes, Duchess."

At least my obedience didn't seem to offend her.

The Duchess's voice softened slightly.

"You're not very ignorant. I'll see how long you last."

The conversation was over. The Duchess rose from her seat.

"Let's go. The Count is asking you to pay the price right now, so the torch is outside."

The Duchess did not say a word to her son.

The door to the mansion was closed as she escaped even her maids serving her.

Before long, I heard a lock from outside.

Now, there were only two people left in the mansion.

Me and my husband.

The little boy felt my gaze and flinched. His hand, like a fern, seems to be anxious, grabbing and stretching the hem of his clothes.

The marks remain thick on his hands.

I wasn't a mature person either, but I didn't see him as the successor to the duke.

Later on, in <The Evil Woman Walks the Money Path>, Kiverin Nectarian was a mad psychopath villain who turned the world into a sea of ​​blood.

Kiverin let out a hesitant voice.

"I-I’m sorry."

I tilted my head.

"To me… Are you talking to me?"

Just because they're the same age doesn't mean they have the same personality now, so I spoke up, but Kiverin lowered his head, apparently bewildered.

“I…for you to get married…to someone like me…”

He looked pathetic. He would have looked completely different in the eyes of the dukes.

If I hadn't known that he was safe 'now', would I have run away?

Kiverin was a very cute looking kid.

He had silver hair that looked like a handful of moonlight, and gold eyes and white skin resembling an asteroid.

But under his right eye, something like snake scales sprouted up.

His back hidden in his clothes must have been engraved with unknown black characters.

Just like the Kiverin in <The Evil Woman Walks the Money Path>.

Therefore, in the novel, immediately after Kiverin was born, there was a great commotion in the duke's house.

The Duke gathered some talented people and examined the characters carved on his back.

As a result, it was revealed that the characters were elaborate magic tricks, and the scales on the face were the aftermath of the technique.

It was like a seal.

But it was absurd. Who would have cast a spell on the child in the mother's womb?

So people said.

That kid is a monster.

It was said that a non-human thing took the womb of a human being, and that God sealed it before coming out into the world.

At the very least, he argued that Kiverin's congenital stuttering was the basis for this.

The problem was that Kiverin's parents were the ones who believed the rumors the most in the novel.

The duchess imprisoned Kiverin in this secluded mansion, and he was occasionally sent 'toys'.

In order not to have Kiverin bored, she selected various ages, genders, and roles.

So Kiverin was raised like a beast trapped in a snake's den.

Of course it backfired.

Because Kiverin, who was neither a beast nor a monster, had his head filled with revenge and hatred.

In <The Evil Woman Walks the Money Path>, he went crazy.

He purposely obtained a toothed knife and brutally killed the people of the duke.

Wow.

A scumbag sister and a husband who is going to be a crazy killer. Can't you just dismiss this possessive as a failure...

I scratched my head.

The lack of gloss of my purple hair was an indication of the health of this body.

Anyone can see it's malnutrition!

Breathing in, I calmed Kiverin first.

"It's okay. If the duke hadn't brought me, I would have gone to a worse place. Maybe I would have to sleep in a place with no roof."

"Without a roof...?"

Kiverin followed me and moved his head to the side. The rolling eyes were pretty cute.

Compared to the counts who starved and tormented me, he was like an angel.

I smiled broadly at my young husband.

"Let's get along well as people who don't have parents."

Kiverin blinked.

His bangs, which were long enough to poke his eyes, swayed.

Naturally, it looked incredibly uncomfortable.

Shall I cut my new hair while trimming his? As expected, it seemed that I had a lot of work to do in this mansion.

Ummm, well, we have time, so let's try it step by step. Now I'm ten years old.

With the intention of examining the structure of the mansion first, I picked up my luggage.

Fortunately, I was able to lift it by myself, thanks to having only a dress and a pair of pajamas, which were in good condition.

"Where's the bedroom?"

"This, this."

Kibrin ran back and forth down the hallway. Then, suddenly, he came back.

"I, I..."

"Yes?"

“Can I hold it…?”

It was a voice with a little pity. Even in Kiverin's eyes, I seemed more vulnerable.

"Oh, this? Okay."

Kiverin took the suitcase with both hands and held it in his arms. There was nothing valuable, so it was fine.

"It's light."

“I didn’t have much to bring.”

"Nevertheless, I will cherish it!"

Kiverin, who was walking bravely, stumbled for a moment. A bulky suitcase was blocking his view.

Hah.

"Duke, can you see the view in front of you properly?"

"Look, I can see it! It's okay!"

Luckily the bedroom wasn't on the top floor.