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IBLC 02

IBLC

Chapter 2

The Eve Festival (1)

Slowly, I turned around.
Standing there was a woman in a deep green dress, her brown hair neatly pinned up.

A woman who had once reigned as the flower of high society—
Olivia Riley, now Olivia Winters.

My stepmother.

“Ah.”

The soft exclamation slipped from my lips as Olivia approached me with graceful steps.

“Rose?”
“Mother.”
“What are you doing here?”
“Just taking a walk.”
“I see. A rare free day, isn’t it?”

Her steps halted, and a faint smile curved her lips.

“I was going to rest, but it seems I should visit the knight order. Excuse me.”
“Wait, Rose.”

When I turned back, that same mild smile was still on her face.

“You should pay a little more attention to your appearance. You’re the young lady of the Marquis Winters household—and nearly of marriageable age, aren’t you?”

Her own gown was lavish, a sweeping wave of fabric, whereas mine was closer to a simple one-piece than a proper dress.

What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?
It’s light, comfortable, and even fashionable among young noble ladies these days—surely nothing improper.

I wanted to argue, but my lips stayed shut, glued tight as if every nerve in my body were whispering: Don’t. Just walk away.

“Perhaps we should call the Madam sometime soon, my lady,” said Margaret, Olivia’s personal maid.

Olivia gave a slight nod, accepting the suggestion with quiet grace before taking her leave.

“Let’s go.”

As they turned, I walked the opposite way—and couldn’t help but let out a short laugh.

Not once had her eyes smiled.

Even in Rosebellia’s memories, Olivia had always approached her kindly—
but Rosebellia had never trusted her.

How could she, when that chilling aura lingered behind every gentle smile?

Olivia never made her hostility explicit, but I could feel it.
And if this body sensed it, then it had to be true.

Ever since Rosebellia had learned to fully wield her aura a year ago, her five senses and intuition had sharpened immensely.
She was, after all, the only Swordmaster in the entire Empire.

“Though I suppose Ian becomes one later
”

Yes—only Rosebellia and Ian stood as equals, true rivals who could face one another in perfect balance.

But if I—unlike the Rosebelliaa of the original story—didn’t defect to the Kingdom of Lenor and stayed in the Empire instead…

Then I wouldn’t become Ian’s rival.
And I certainly wouldn’t face him on the battlefield.

“My lady?”

The call snapped me back to reality.
Before me stood a boy—Roy, the stable keeper’s son.

“Ah, Roy.”

I laughed sheepishly, realizing I had wandered all the way to the stables without noticing.

 Rosebellia often did that too—walked aimlessly until her feet carried her here.
A habit of this body, it seemed.

“Shall I bring out Emily?”
“Yes.”

I’ll figure out why Rosebellia made that decision soon enough.
There’s no need to rush.

“Here you are, my lady.”

Roy handed me Emily’s reins, and I swung easily into the saddle.

For now, one step at a time.
To move forward, I first had to learn—

What exactly happened between Ian and Rosebellia a on the eve of the festival.

“Roy, tell Anne I’ve gone to the knight order.”

She’ll probably scold me again when I return.

My lips curved slightly in amusement—
and Roy, who had been sneaking glances at me, suddenly looked startled and dropped his gaze.

Why’s he acting like that?

“Roy?”
“Ah, yes, my lady. Understood.”


“ Rosebellia, you’re acting a bit strange today.”

At Lucas’s casual remark, a faint twitch ran beneath my eye.

“What? My outfit?”
“Huh? Why’d you bring that up all of a sudden?”

No? Then what was strange?

As I tried to recall, Lucas tilted his head slightly and spoke again.

“Your outfit’s normal enough. You’ve come to the knight order dressed far more extravagantly before.”

Right—she had.

Even with all those memories in my head, I’d still hesitated before walking in dressed like this.

The subconscious really is a scary thing.
I almost gave myself away.

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It seems like I Became the first Love of the Iron-Clad Male Protagonist.

It seems like I Became the first Love of the Iron-Clad Male Protagonist.

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Score 10.0
Status: Ongoing Type: Author: , Released: 2024 Native Language: korean

I thought I was dead—
but when I opened my eyes, I had become the male lead’s senior in the knight order.


Except, something’s wrong.

The cold, stoic male lead who never accepted the dying heroine’s feelings in the original story—
is acting very strange.

“Do you act like this with just anyone?”
“Huh?”
“Or is it because I’m just a blurry-faced junior that you’re being so casual with me?”

Maybe trying to befriend him, just to avoid dying like in the original ending, was a mistake.

“You don’t know, Senior.”
“What don’t I know?”
“How I look at you

how many filthy, base desires are running wild in my head.”

Wait—what?
Desires? What kind of—

“...You don’t know, do you?”

Hold on.
You’re not supposed to be this kind of character, right?!

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