29 Results in the "Saving My Favorite Character as a Villainess" category
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SMFCV Chapter 16
Chapter 16. That Annoying Bastard "At this rate, I can’t take my eyes off you." Yona grumbled. He didn’t grab my hand or wrist but placed his arm lightly around my back, close enough to guide me without touching. "Thanks for getting me out of there, Director." "Call me Yona when we’re outside." "All right. Thanks, Yona." The streets, still buzzing from the earlier excitement, had become chaotic after the terrorist attack. All that remained of the parade were shredded bits of paper…-
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SMFCV Chapter 15
Chapter 15. A Strange Encounter Given Yona’s fickle nature, I half-expected him to be late, but there he was, already waiting in front of the square’s clock tower. Clad in a pristine milk-white tunic under his robe, he looked as if he might be a priest from a wealthy temple—if not for the arrogant slouch as he leaned on one leg. Any chance of appearing priestly was nullified by his demeanor. "Good morning, Director." "You’re late." The sharp criticism came flying my way. I glanced up…-
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SMFCV Chapter 14
Chapter 14. Something I Have To When the crimson droplets hit the surface, the smooth, porcelain-like jar began to glow. The white light grew so intense I couldn’t keep my eyes open. Squinting wasn’t enough, and I had to turn my head away. Yona, however, stood with his arms crossed, staring directly into the blazing light. "Mages really are something else," I thought. “Damn it, why’s it so loud and dramatic?” he muttered, his grumpy tone adding a touch of annoyance. The light faded…-
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SMFCV Chapter 13
Chapter 13. A Genuine Treasure Yona was a mage. Though he bore the title of director at Arabek Appraisal Center, he often vanished in search of "treasures." These treasures spanned a wide range. They didn’t need to be adorned with gold or rare gems. Like a crow obsessed with shiny things, Yona fixated on objects steeped in strange and tragic histories. Such objects, of course, needed time to accrue their stories. Naturally, Yona had become a collector of artifacts passed down from the Ying…-
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SMFCV Chapter 12
Chapter 12. The Person I Was Waiting For The next day, carrying the Jar of Desire, I headed to Arabek Appraisal Center, the largest in the capital. Renowned for handling rare and valuable treasures from across the nation, Arabek also operated a professional academy to train appraisers systematically. With its wealth of irreplaceable treasures, gemstones, and vast cash reserves, Arabek boasted impenetrable security. Guards—nearly two meters tall—stood rigidly at the massive entrance in immaculate…-
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SMFCV Chapter 11
Chapter 11. I Won The weight in my pocket wasn’t just my imagination. When I went to the station to hire a long-distance carriage, I discovered money secretly slipped in by Nexiard. Thanks to that, I could barely afford the fare. I ended up sharing the carriage with an elderly couple dressed neatly and modestly. They were warm and sensible people, even offering me meringue cookies they said were from a famous village bakery. “Our kids have been good to us. Healthy and never causing…-
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SMFCV Chapter 10
Chapter 10. A Tale of What-Ifs The quiet of the room was broken only by the soft splashing of water. Slowly, I peeled off my soaking wet, clingy clothes and reached for a solid bar of ivory soap, working it into a lather. It had no particularly pleasant scent—luxury soaps probably existed, but they clearly hadn’t made their way to the general public yet. As I scrubbed my skin, my thoughts drifted back to <Bitten by a Mad Dog>, replaying the story in my mind. A hundred years ago, the fall…-
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SMFCV Chapter 1
Chapter 1. Foolish and Pitiful A woman with a vacant expression was reflected in the transparent icicles hanging from the edge of the eaves. Her faded blonde hair, as unkempt as overgrown weeds, tumbled down to her waist. Seated on a tree stump, she suddenly glanced around and reached out to grab an axe. Her arms, so thin they seemed skeletal, trembled under the weight of the iron, like a tree branch weighed down by freshly fallen snow. The moment she brought the axe close to her body, a man…-
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- “Protocol Seven: Protect the woman.” One fateful day, I found myself reincarnated as the infamous villainess in the bleak romantic fantasy novel <Bitten by a Mad Dog>. Just as death loomed over me, my favorite character appeared—a miracle amidst despair. He saved me, only to collapse moments later. Watching the hidden tenderness surface in his unconscious form, I made a vow: I would rewrite…
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