Chapter 1
“Table Number 3! It hit!”
At the dealer’s shout, thunderous cheers erupted inside the casino. Soon, looks filled with envy and jealousy turned toward the main figure at Table Three.
“Isn’t it Lady Raskal again?”
“Damn it! How many times has this been now? I’m seriously jealous!”
“Wow, isn’t this basically being possessed by a gambling ghost? At this point, that’s talent….”
Her name was Violette Raskal. She was the second daughter of the Marquis Raskal family, and over the past six months, she had become the person who had taken the most prize money from the Empire’s largest casino, Golginius.
“Hehe….”
Flushed red from alcohol, Violette paid no attention to the whispers around her as she happily hummed and swept the mountain-like pile of chips in front of her toward herself.
In a good mood from the thick stacks of chips, she took a small mahogany box out of her chest pocket and put a cigarette between her lips. With a cigarette in one hand and a glass of wine in the other, she slowly licked her lips with a blissful expression.
“Hm-hm, no wonder I had a good dream last night.”
“At this point, you’ve more than recovered your original stake, haven’t you?”
“Obviously.”
Her attendant, Hurain, who always stayed by her side, admired his mistress’s skill as he gathered the chips. Violette even casually handed a stack of chips to the dealer as a tip, smiling softly.
“Shall we go soon? We should eat dinner. Hurain, what do you want? Big sis will buy you anything!”
“Kya! As expected, Miss is the best! Then I’ll have….”
Pfft, who would marry such a crazy bitch?”
At the single sentence that leaked out from the table behind them, Hurain’s movements froze like stone. In that moment, he began desperately praying inwardly.
Please, please let Violette not have heard that.
“Hey. What did you just say?”
But against his wish, Violette narrowed her eyes and walked straight toward the man. Seeing the madness in her already bloodshot gaze, Hurain let out a deep sigh.
Violette’s reputation in high society was terrible. She was already nearing her mid-twenties, but despite her powerful family background and perfect looks, she had neither a fiancé nor even a lover.
Many young noblemen often provoked her by saying things like:
If only she fixed her personality, I’d take her.
She’s pretty, so it’d be nice if she were a little more obedient.
The man, apparently not expecting her to hear him, hastily lowered his head in panic, but Violette leaned in close to force him to meet her eyes.
“What did you say? A crazy bitch? Lift your head. I want to see which family’s young master you are. Hey, are you ignoring me?”
“Ah, th-that is….”
“Whether I get married or not, what business is it of yours?!”
“Eek!”
“If you’ve got complaints, want to go outside and talk properly? Huh?”
When Hurain saw Violette pulling her gloves off in irritation, he turned pale and hurriedly tried to stop her. One look at the deep frown on her forehead made it clear she was about to throw her gloves straight at the young nobleman’s face.
“Miss! Please hold back. Please!”
“Let go. I have something to say to this brat.”
“If you cause trouble again, the Marquis really won’t let you off! I’ll get fired too! Miss, please!”
Whispering urgently into her ear at lightning speed, Hurain’s desperate plea finally dampened her momentum.
As he said, her father, Marquis Raskal, had been keeping a strict eye on her. Since her month-long ban from going out had only just been lifted, Violette decided to rein herself in.
“Fine, let’s just go. Hurry, hurry.”
“Tch, I’ll let you off today because I’m in a good mood. Next time, I’ll seriously kill you. Be careful how you use that tongue.”
Even as Hurain dragged her out of the casino, Violette didn’t forget to glare and point at the man until the very last moment.
“My goodness, Miss. I told you not to bother with that kind of trash. They’re all just jealous of you. How about we eat something good and calm down, okay?”
Hurain pulled the still-pouting Violette up to the restaurant located on the upper floor of the casino. With a sour expression, she silently downed glass after glass of wine.
“Aren’t you drinking too much? You already had several bottles in the casino….”
“Ah, it’s fine! The outing ban was lifted, so I’ve got to celebrate!”
But contrary to her words, Violette’s eyes were already half unfocused. Hurain felt that something was wrong, but he didn’t have the courage to snatch the glass from her hand. He simply stared at his mistress with an anxious expression, worried something might happen.
Violette Raskal—she was rumored to be the most beautiful young lady in the Empire.
At the same time, she was also famous for having the worst personality.
“Hehe… that’s really a lot.”
Her mood had completely lifted as she stared at the gold coins she had exchanged. Sitting across from her, Hurain tilted his head as he asked, genuinely puzzled.
“But… you don’t really need money anyway, Miss. You live off the Marquis’s money and just have fun, so are you really that happy about winning gold coins?”
“Of course! The more money you have, the better.”
At the same time, she thought to herself:
I’ll live off Father’s money until the day I die.
I’ll never leave the Raskal family.
She swore it again and again.
However, about one hundred days later, that determination would be completely shattered.
* * *
Violette Raskal hadn’t been a lunatic like this from the very beginning.
The story of a perfectly ordinary Korean woman in her twenties possessing this body began three years ago.
Lavender-dyed purple hair, light green eyes like emeralds embedded in glass, and sharply lifted, mesmerizing eyes. After briefly admiring the flawless beauty of the reflection carved like a sculpture, she clamped a hand over her mouth as she realized she had possessed the body of “Violette Raskal.”
I’m screwed….
Violette Raskal was a female supporting character in a fantasy novel titled “The Emperor’s Illegitimate Child Is Too Strong.”
Not just any supporting character, but one with very little screen time and a miserable, tragic end.
As the title suggested, the novel’s story followed Tereso Ortier, an illegitimate son of the Emperor of the Erpen Empire, who stormed the imperial palace just to survive and was acknowledged as a prince solely by his own ability, eventually becoming Crown Prince and later ascending the throne as Emperor.
The only real protagonist of the novel was Tereso Ortier. Violette was merely one of the few female supporting characters.
The nobles of the Erpen Empire were largely divided into the Imperial Faction and the Noble Faction.
Being weaker than the Imperial Faction, the Noble Faction desperately tried to connect Violette and Tereso. Their plan was to pull Marquis Raskal—who remained neutral between the two sides—onto their side and to make Tereso the new ruler they would serve.
As they planned, Violette fell in love with Tereso at first sight and followed him around everywhere, but Tereso, who cared only about the throne, didn’t spare her a single glance despite her persistent affection.
In fact, he found her annoying and even thought she was a spy from the Noble Faction sent to monitor him, so he pushed her even farther away.
In the novel, Violette existed only to demonstrate how obsessively Tereso was fixated on the throne — enough to not even waver in the face of love from the most beautiful woman in the Empire.
Violette Raskal always appeared in a miserable state and, in the end, failed to clear up Tereso’s misunderstanding and was executed on the guillotine.
A miserable, pathetic end to her one-sided love.
“The purge happens after Tereso becomes Crown Prince….”
After possessing her, she spent days and nights analyzing her situation.
The original story was already in progress, and Tereso Ortier had recently entered the imperial palace, been recognized as a prince, and was quietly aiming for the position of Crown Prince.
Worse, she had already met Tereso several times, and people were already calling her “the girl in love with the prince.”
If things went on like this, she would once again fall out of Tereso’s favor—and inevitably lose her head to the guillotine.
For the past three years, she had struggled desperately to change the original story by distancing herself from Tereso, but the nobles kept trying to pair them together.
In the end, she had no choice but to take drastic measures.
“I’ll become a woman so vulgar that no one would ever want to pair me with the Prince!”
The reason the nobles tried to connect her with Tereso wasn’t just because of her beauty, but because she carried the powerful name of the Raskal family.
At first, she had no choice but to put a cigarette to her lips, set foot in casinos, spit out rough words, and pick fights with other nobles. It was all for survival.
The effect was dramatic.
Her reputation fell off a cliff in no time, and the nobles who watched her stopped actively trying to pair her with Tereso as they once had.
Of course, there were ridiculous rumors that she had “ruined herself because she couldn’t forget Tereso,” but at least she had managed to naturally distance herself from him.
But…
There’s a saying that a rich person can’t live like a beggar, but a beggar can live like a rich person—and she adapted perfectly to this life.
Pouring alcohol down her throat instead of water made her happy.
Burning harsh cigarettes made her dizzy with pleasure.
Money that never ran out, no matter how much she lost, was intoxicating.
The alcohol and cigarettes she tasted for the first time were unbelievably addictive.
Every single day she indulged in luxury, wasted money and time, and threw away her youth—yet nothing changed.
This first taste of rebellion she’d never experienced before made her mind go hazy, and before she knew it, she had started genuinely enjoying the life of a degenerate.
