Chapter 1
Prologue
Heh heh, you never really valued your hair.
Now, let’s start the game.
“……”
I listened to that utterly ridiculous hallucination and stared at the mirror before me.
A girl who looked to be in her late teens slowly blinked her brown eyes while inspecting her own hair.
It was sticking out in every direction — quite a sight to behold.
Had some lunatic on a tricycle set off a bomb on my head while I was sleeping?
It was so wildly unruly that I felt I could win the title of king of beasts in a mane contest.
Ugh… this damned sleeping habit.
When I was little, I often tossed and turned in bed. The next morning, upon seeing my hair in disarray, I would laugh to myself and say, “Wow, this is a total magpie’s nest.”
And that night, I’d dream of a magpie hugging its nest dearly, shouting in anguish, “Don’t mess with it, damn it!”
Ah… shouldn’t have recalled that. Starting the morning like this is just depressing… sob sob.
“Milady, you’re awa— oh my goodness!”
As always, Velvet the nanny came to check if I was awake, only to cover her mouth in shock at my explosively free-spirited hairstyle — as though my scalp had become its rightful home.
Well, can’t blame her. Even I admit today was worse than usual.
What did I even do yesterday?
“Seems your bed was a bit restless last night. You must’ve tossed and turned a lot.”
“Mm… yeah, a little.”
It wasn’t just tossing and turning that could make hair like this, but I appreciated her kind excuse.
She said she would bring Eshula, and I nodded without protest.
Eshula… I sometimes thought she must have been a pair of salon scissors in her past life, given her uncanny talent for tidying hair. And right now, her skills would be immensely useful to me.
While waiting, I decided I might as well wash my face.
As I dipped my hands into the prepared basin of water, I glanced into the mirror again, as was my habit.
A girl with messy, bomb-like hair and slightly puffy morning eyes stared blankly back at me.
It had taken me months to get used to these light brown eyes and blonde hair, but now they felt natural — as if they had always been mine.
For the record, if I were to evaluate my face: the eyes were quite pretty, my skin was clear… and the hair? Pfft. Let’s not go there. Damn it!
The slightly downward tilt of my eyes gave me a faintly pitiful yet somewhat cute look — what! why! what! — and the girl in the mirror was Latte Ecktry, the only daughter of the Viscount Ecktry family.
Full name: Latte Ecktry.
Age: 18.
Height: 161 cm.
Shoe size: 230 mm.
And this was the body I had “entered.”
What do I mean?
I transmigrated.
I used to be Kim Hye-jung, a 25-year-old middle school tutor. Now, I was the only daughter of a noble family.
To add to that, this place was neither Korea nor even Earth — it was inside a novel.
I was now living inside the story, breathing, washing my face, eating breakfast, and cursing at this damn hair — all in a fictional character’s body.
And it’s already been ten years.
…My life.
