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I Don’t Want the Protagonist’s Seat
주인공 자리 따위 원치 않는다Synopsis
After being betrayed by my closest friend, Elodie, and dying,
I opened my eyes again—only to realize that I was actually the protagonist of a book world.
“I’m sorry that I don’t feel even a little bit sorry.”
The extra who used me because she wanted to become the protagonist—and stole that position—Elodie.
The fact that everything she had taken was originally meant to be mine was horrifying.
“Fine. You can have the protagonist’s seat.”
So Elodie, don’t feel sorry anymore.
Because I will make sure you are never happy.
For the sake of revenge, I made the Mage Tower my base.
Using it to completely ruin the stage Elodie was meant to stand on.
I drove out the Tower Master who was ruining the Mage Tower.
“You personally improved this potion? You’re a genius, Ophelia!”
“She’s my disciple—this level of skill is only natural.”
“Have you no interest in becoming an Imperial Mage instead of staying in such a dull Mage Tower?”
By improving the Mage Tower’s reputation, I changed its fate as well.
I was carefully laying the groundwork for my revenge.
Then—
“I’m curious about you.”
The man who had tried to kill me—Elodie’s man, and the former Mercenary King—
refuses to leave my side.
“Can’t we get along?”
“This time, it’s my turn to protect you.”
“I want to know more about you.”
Weren’t our mutual affection levels supposed to be rock bottom?
“You saved me.”
With a trembling voice that didn’t match his large build, he buried his face in my hand.
His red eyes, filled with tears, looked up at me as he spoke.
“Can’t I save you too?”
At his desperate whisper, I couldn’t answer—
nor could I push him away.
I was only trying to get my revenge…
but somehow, my enemy ended up falling right into my arms.
