'Time is passing so slowly, I feel like it stopped.
I am going to get sick.'
I felt pain in the back of my neck from looking out the window for so long.
'I think I have piqued your interest,right?'
It has been some time now, since Philaf and Mia have been chatting away in their own happy world, not taking their eyes from each other even for a second.
'This scene is so sweet, they are practically dripping with honey.'
I glanced over at the professor standing on the podium,and prayed that he would not cause any disruption with my inner peace.
The first lesson of the day is political science.
I took out my quill and a book with the title Understanding Politics from my bag.
'What is it with this princess-like quill?
A pink feather quill embedded with precious jewels.
Why did Deborah bought so many pretty school supplies?
She never bothered to take any of her studies seriously anyway.
OOOOOO!! But this quill is amazing!!!
Is it because it's an expensive quill pen?
This feeling of the tip sliding on the sheet is so awesome.'
Unlike the other feather quills in the study, it was light in weight and the right length.
The feeling of wrapping your hands around it was fascinating.
Because ,after such a long time, a good writing instrument appeared in my hand I ,unconsciously
gave free rein to my drawing skill from my past life that I learned while I was a student, and it poured out onto the piece of paper like magic, and that is how I happened to discover by chance another beautiful skill that Deborah had.
'I have a golden hand.'( °â^)ï¼½
I felt the great sense of Deborah's dexterity ,compared to my past self, who was hopelessly clumsy, Deborah could have become an artist if she was born in the modern era, she was that good at drawing.
'What a pity that this talent has no value here.'(￣з￣)
I tried to recreate a picture of one of the Academy's building by using a building that could be seen from the window as a reference.
'What can I say.... it turned out much better than when I was Yoon Do-hee, an undergraduate university student.
If I such an amazing talent in my past life, I think I might have been able to enter the Faculty of Architecture.'
After I finished the drawing on one of the pages of the notebook, I felt fatigue hit me unexpectedly, so I put my head on the desk to rest, but sleep came over me without realizing it.
The teacher's voice was neither soft nor loud, it sounded like a lullaby and the warm rays of the sun fell perfectly on the me.
'Oh, perhaps it doesn't make any difference if I sleep, I am a person who never studies anyway.'
But it seems that I made a mistake,because, memories began to flood to my mind,and I dreamed of my previous life.
......................
'I am sitting in a classroom, even in my dream.
If I think of it, I spent the majority of my 24 years of life in a classroom.
â¢12 years of elementary, middle, and high school.
â¢4 years of being an undergraduate to get that bachelor's degree.
I can't believe that I have to go to the Academy, in the world of this novel right before I finished college in Korea.'
While I was focused on my thoughts I heard the door handle turning and someone calling my name.
"Yoon Dohee."
I gritted my teeth.
And behold,Han-joon appeared right before my eyes.
The scoundrel who was a bully with outstanding beauty.
"Han-joon sunbae,how are you doing?"
When I saw him I wanted to swear at him,but in my dream, I could only say stupid things is a sweet voice.
It was as if I was possessed by something.
"Have you eaten?"
"Not yet."
"Good,let's go eat together and this time, it's my treat."
"Thank you sunbae.I just happened to be hungry."
'What a douche,don't take me to the student canteen if you want to be nice to me when you have only gotten expensive things from me every time.
And why am I so touched to by the 5,000 won pork cutlet here.
Aaaaa,stupid dream.'
"Dohee...after eating, I want to drink some coffee."
"Sunbae ,I'll pay for the coffee!"
'Oooo just shut up! Stop it!'
"Can we try the new Byul Cafe coffee menu?"
"Sure."
"Oh, by the way, if I collect two more stamps I can get a diary."
"Then I will give sunbae all the stamps."
'Give him the stamps?!
I really did ,constantly, all sorts of antics and acted like a pushover.'
While I was looking at my black history full of humiliation and shame, I felt a light touch on my shoulder, and I woke up from the dream.
...............
'Am I still dreaming?'
When I opened my eyes,a handsome young man with dazzling blond hair appeared right in front of my face.
I frowned at the man's beautiful face.
'How can such ridiculous beautiful people,like that exist?
He must be an angel who descended to earth to console the pitiful me, who is having nightmares about Han-joon.'
I observed the angel who saved me from my bad dream,in a depressed mood
The embodiment of an angel, whose hair is as if it was made of molten gold that dazzles underneath the sunlight,his eyes like an emerald-colored sea,his
smoothly raised nose seemed to have been carved by a skilled artisan, and his soft lips were like a handmade product of the Goddess herself, who sincerely spent three days and three nights to make them.
His features were both handsome and delicate, and his elongated and strong neckline exuded a pure masculine charm.
Such a beauty,I couldn't take my eyes off him, even to close them for a moment.
I had the illusion that time was flowing slowly around this man.
It was then,that the angelic-looking handsome man approached me and opened his mouth.
"Lady Deborah, the class is over."
His voice was smooth and low that tickled my eardrums.
'It isn't a dream?!'
Even after I rubbed my eyes, the man with unrealistic beauty was still standing in front of me.
"Who?"
I mumbled with a sleepy voice.
"By any chance.... don't you know who I am?"
I saw that pure confusion was reflected in his emerald eyes, like he was embarrassed of something.
"Do I need to know you?"
My answer sounded harsh, but I was confused by this situation too.
'How the hell does Deborah not remember such a handsome man? That is really tactless.'
There were many things that made a strong impression on Deborah, left in the fragments of her memories, but that blonde man of great beauty seems to have failed to give any impact on her.
'How is that even possible?
I think it is really about time that I can confidently acknowledge Deborah's true love for Philaf.
How strong where Deborah's feelings for him,that she didn't even look twice at this handsome blond angel?'
While I was deep in my thoughts, the handsome angel regained his composure and smiled.
I felt a sense of crisis arising, I tried to stay calm when I saw his gentle smile with his attractive lips.
'Is this what they call a beauty attack?'
"Haha...maybe you really didn't know. Isidor Visconti,that's my name."
'Isidor Visconti.
I think I have heard that name before, somewhere.
Wasn't his name ,the main subject of the heated discussion of the young ladies I encountered at Maisond.'
But seeing him, I fully understand everything that was mentioned by the lady's before.
If he was born in Korea, he would have been famous,to the point where he just had to sit and simply breathe in front of a camera, and posters and photographs of him would have been posted all over the buildings and billboards.
Isidor held something out to me with his hands covered in white leather gloves.
"This...but for what?"
He gave me a political science handout.
'Did he keep the handout for me and waited until I woke up.
But it is strange.
If he has ears, he should know that I am a crazy bitch, so why is he talking to me and taking care of me all of a sudden?'
I looked at him with suspicion written all over my face.
Because of that dream with Han-joon, I was even more suspicious.
My first meeting with him is like this, just like how Han-joon did,he waited for me to wake up to give me the handout received from the assistant professor.
After that, he pretended to take care of me like a greedy and depraved official, before gradually squeezing sweat and blood out of me and taking every single drop he could.
"I don't need this."
I coldly returned the handout that he had given to me.
The Academy's political science class was so easy that I yawned anyway. Compared to the difficulty level of the fourth-year major in university of my past life, this is a piece of cake.
The handout is a summary of the first part of the book, but I already memorized the whole book word by word.
"There's nothing wrong with taking it, right?"
'What an arrogant behaviour...'
"You just had a nightmare, didn't you?"
"While you were sleeping, your expression was contorted as if you wanted to cry....
Oh, aren't you hungry?It's lunch time now."
I was dumbstruck by how natural the conversation was going.
'This guy is sly?'
"I am not hungry."
"Great.To be honest, I'm actually not that hungry either...so we should just go get some tea."
"I don't have time for that.
Goodbye."
I firmly refused the invitation and quickly ran away from him.
I let him look at me dumbstruck as I ran as fast as I could,because a warning sign had been flashing in my head since earlier.
'That was dangerous.
'If I continued to look at his wonderful face, I would have easily succumbed to temptation and would have lost my head without even asking or worse ignoring his true intentions.
To put it simply, that blond angel was the one who awakened my instinct of self-preservation that was sleeping deep inside of me.
I have always been hopelessly vulnerable to handsome men like Han-joon,and unfortunately, his face is exactly my type.
There are a lot of people here that I should be wary of.'
After all, this is a world of a romance novel.
I dug my nails into my palm as I realized that I shouldn't lose focus so early in the story and to think carefully from now on.
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'Our young master was so confident that his pretty face would bring nothing but victory, approached Princess Deborah in order to get close to her, but he returned by himself in a shameful manner.'
"Is it just my me? Her face, which always looked relaxed,was somewhat depressed.
For some reason, I feel like Princess Deborah is....."
"Master, didn't you tell me that you had a lunch appointment today, and ordered me to go back first?"(ï¾âï¾ )
Isidor narrowed his eyes at Miguel, when he heard his cunning question.
"Are you asking because you don't know or because you know?
Then we have a problem.My right hand man is either sassy or stupid,the answer is clearly one of the two things."
"Young master, it looks like the beauty of your face didn't work on Princess Deborah.
I think that you're taking her reaction to heart a little to much."
Isidor hit Miguel hard in the shin causing him to fall to the ground with a cry of pain.
After venting his anger on his subordinate,he caught a glimpse of his face in a window and his mood sank into a never ending pit of sorrow.
"There's no way that this face failed to work. I don't understand."
"You might not be up to par with Lady Deborah's taste in beauty."
"This perfect face is not something a person would dislike.
I have a golden beauty, right?"
"Exceptions exist everywhere,maybe in the eyes of Princess Deborah, Sir Philaf is much more perfect than you."
When the name Philaf came out of Miguel's mouth, Isidor's eyes instantly narrowed.
'Right,there were rumors about a wedding between the Seymour and Montes.
Come to think of it, they were almost engaged.'
Everyone knew that Princess Deborah had been obsessed with Sir Philaf for a very long time.
Isidor just remembered that he already knew such rumors, but he didn't feel good ,as if something was scratching at his soul.
While Isidor was busy dwelling, he heard loud chatter in the hallway opposite of him.
Three young ladies, dressed in bright-colored outfits, approached him.
"Oh my god. Sir Isidor!"
As if it was a coincidence that they saw Isidor, one of them looked up pretending to be surprises,another young lady even closed her eyes shyly while she was fanning lightly with her fan.
They quickly narrowed the distance, and surrounded Isidor like bees flocking to nectar.
"How can I help you,lady's?"
Isidor put on his usual charming smile.
"I was wondering if Sir Isidor's social club is recruiting new members this year."
"I don't think it's going to be easy to welcome new members to the Epsilon club this year."
Isidor took a step back while he refused them nicely.
Because Lady Chiron pressed her body tightly against his arm, an attempt to get seduce to him.
The smell of her perfume was so strong that his stomach felt nauseous.
'She is an eyesore.'
Lady Chiron relentlessly tried to continue the conversation, not worrying about the other two young lady's stinging stare.
"That is too bad,I have already rejected three requests from other clubs because I wanted to join the social club that you are in charge of."
Isidor lightly shook his index finger, feeling too iritated to try and give an answer to the young lady.
"Ooooo my!"
Suddenly, Lady Chiron's hairpin fell of and her hair fell down all over her face.
Realizing that she had become a mess in front of Sir Isidor, in front of whom she wanted to look good, Lady Chiron's face became red because of shame.
Miguel sighed at Isidor and looked at the young lady who became another victim of his master's pranks, then he bent down to pick up her hairpin from the floor
"Lady Chiron, your hair ornament fell."
"I know."
She disappeared with quick steps, not even bothering to take her hairpin from Miguel's hands.
"She looks like she is a close friend of your's, maybe you two should follow her."
When Isidor said that, the other two young lady's reluctantly left his side.
Although they were not closely acquainted with Lady Chiron,they felt the oppressive atmosphere and followed her.
"Young master, you abuse your magic too much."
Miguel grumbled in a displeased tone.
When Isidor got tired of communicating with the noble young ladys, he would often use his tricks to get away from them,he would either throw their handkerchiefs far away, drop a hairpin, or cut a necklace with magic.
No one would expect Isidor, one of the Empire's finest swordsmen, to use magic for such silly tricks.
"Why do you abuse it?It's a shame."
"Is there's a reason for them to stick to good-looking men when they're so full of themselves?"
"Haaaa.....so will you change your mind after your unsuccessful plan?"
"No....this handsome man hasn't even started yet."
There are never too many strategies. The more the better."
Isidor said with a serious tone while the relaxation on his face disappeared.
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