TFSG 03

Chapter 3

To borrow my friend’s words—

The child I reincarnated into was like a “butterfly”: the prettiest in the family, but also the weakest and destined to die young.

The kind of character who dies early and triggers the protagonist’s awakening out of grief.

“A kid who dies young, really?”

I was flabbergasted the moment I first opened my eyes.

The current head of the family has five sons and three daughters.

Of them, three sons are confined due to incurable illnesses, and I’m the daughter of the second son.

For reference, the female protagonist is the daughter of the third son.

When I first woke up, I really did try to make the best of it.

“I mean, I know how the story ends, right? So I can do anything!”

Right. I could do anything!

“Thanks to the story my friend told me, it wasn’t hard to figure out my powers.”

And then—

I died. Gloriously.

Why? Why the hell?

Things didn’t go as planned in my first life.

Before the female lead could grow up, I tried to step in and treat the important patients.

“Your powers are amazing!”

That’s when I learned something important.

If a girl without any backing shows off powerful abilities, she’s treated like a slave.

“Run! If you get close, you’ll die!”

“Hey, what’s that little girl doing here…!”

“She’s just bait!”

Still a child who hadn’t even grown properly.

I got dragged in to forcibly treat one of the key patients who was in a violent psychotic state, and I ended up caught in the frenzy and died.

That was my first death.

When I opened my eyes again—

Huh? My second life had begun. I set aside the memory of dying and began to live again.

“I worked so hard, studied medicine, kept my powers hidden, and grew up well this time!”

Then I died again—this time trying to stop the female lead’s father (also a major patient) from falling off a cliff in a delusional episode. I grabbed him to stop the fall, and we both went over.

“Damn it! I’m not following the original plot anymore!”

Two times. That was my limit.

In my third life, I said “screw the original story” and left the family.

“I’ll survive my terminal fate and return home!”

My goal: get my hands on the imperial treasure.

There’s a jewel-like object said to grant a wish if specific conditions are met.

The original protagonist also makes a wish on it at the story’s end.

I decided to take it and return home.

“Should I thank my friend for imprinting the story into me, or grab her by the collar for getting me reincarnated?”

Third life.

As someone who knows the original story, I used every trick I could to extend my limited time and managed to reach adulthood.

Then—another death in the imperial palace.

That third death gave me a big realization.

Even if I rose to the highest position as an individual, it wasn’t enough.

The deeply ingrained racism against East Asians among the nobility couldn’t be overcome alone.

If only I had some kind of power base…

“A family.”

The damn “family” the lords of the eight noble houses are always going on about—that’s what I needed too.

“Haah.”

In the end, I had to go back. Back to the original story.

“Tch. I can’t help it.”

At this point, it was clear: I can’t leave this cursed family without dealing with them first.

Clicking my tongue, I left the building.

“W-Wait, Miss Biyu!”

I heard a flustered voice calling after me, but I ignored it.

“This route is useless anyway.”

I had revealed some of my powers during my second life.

But the problem was the aunts who held power in the shadows of the family.

“They blocked my story from ever reaching the family head.”

Because they wanted their own sons to become the next head.

That’s why I left in the third round.

Honestly, the original plot or whatever—those aunts made anything impossible, so I walked away.

“Since I’ve decided to rejoin the original story…”

Meeting the female protagonist would be the most straightforward move.

“But I’ve got something to do first.”

Timeline-wise, the heroine is only two years old.

Right now, she’s safe.

So let’s go pave the way for her to remain safe in the future.

“After all, the baby princess protagonist is destined to be an important family head.”

Me? A family head?

No way. I’m never doing anything that annoying.

I’ll just pave her path to success and support her along the way—then when she enters the imperial palace, I’ll snatch the “treasure.”

“Which means, I need to meet him first.”

I hurried along.

The Black Family’s old estate was large enough to be called a village on its own.

This place was built with the money gifted by the emperor after the pioneering family head “Heuk Ah-hwa” saved his life upon arriving on the Western Continent.

It was a grand structure built in Eastern architecture, flashy and majestic in every corner.

The estate was split into eastern and western quarters.

And—

“It’s ridiculously far!”

I had to walk diligently to reach my destination.

Carrying a water bottle slung at my side, I toddled along.

“Baby bodies are always inconvenient.”

Even after 40 years of living like this (including regressions), I still hated it.

I lived in the eastern building.

There were three patients here.

I was on my way to see the one who could help me.

“Guhh, how long is this gonna take? Biyu…”

Heuk Biyu. Muttering my name, I grumbled as I turned a corner—

Thud!

I tripped over something and fell flat.

“Oww!”

That childish cry? Not by choice.

“Owww…”

Ugh, my poor nose.

I wasn’t even mad.

The moment I lifted my head, I knew I had reached my destination.

More precisely, I had found the person I was looking for.

“Yep, around here.”

I jumped up and dusted off my knees. They were scraped and bleeding, but whatever.

Then I hesitated.

“Hmm.”

Lying across the hallway was a large man.

Snoooore—

Steady breathing. He was asleep.

I had tripped over his massive leg.

I crouched down beside him. His jet-black hair spilled messily around his head.

He was insanely handsome. Just look at those sharp, well-defined features.

Though he had a large frame, his pale complexion made him look fragile and delicate.

This was the culprit who had made me fall.

A white, ethereal beauty sleeping on the floor—his name was Heuk Birang.

He’s the heroine’s father.

And my uncle—technically, my “little uncle.”

“I found him, but…”

How do I wake him?

After some thought, I raised my hand.

SMACK!

“That’s satisfying.”

My tiny little hand slapped his cheek.

“Wakey, wakey, Unky!”

Wake up! Now’s not the time to be sleeping.

Phew.

“Ow, that hurt!”

It hurt! My hand hurt! My arm too!

Amazingly, even after twenty smacks, this uncle didn’t wake up!

“Ugh.”

I expected this but…

“His condition’s gotten worse.”

My tiny hand turned red like a maple leaf.

“Crap, I forgot. Baby bodies are… super fragile.”

I tried to click my tongue in annoyance, but my undeveloped tongue only made a sucking sound.

“I’ll treat myself first.”

I opened the bottle I’d brought, poured some water into the cap, and dipped a finger in.

Swoosh!

As the water surrounded me, the pain and wounds vanished instantly.

“Nice.”

My first ability:

When I touch water, I can heal my body completely.

Of course, there are conditions.

The water must be extremely pure.

“And I can only heal myself, not others.”

That’s why I became both a physician and an herbalist.

It also connects to my second ability.

My lips pouted like I was blowing a kiss.

“What now?”

Uncle doesn’t just sleep on the floor for fun—this isn’t a hobby.

“Is his cheek made of steel or what?”

Even if a kid slapped him, how can he just lie there?

“Is it because my hands are too soft?”

But I couldn’t give up now.

I had to talk to this guy today. Now that I’m in my fourth life, today has to be different from the previous ones.

“This is my last chance!”

I climbed onto my giant uncle’s chest.

Then, I lifted my tiny fist and aimed—

“Wait, hang on. If I punch him in the philtrum, won’t that hurt a lot?”

Just as I was about to adjust my position—

Grab.

My wrist was caught.

A sickening crack! came from my chubby arm.

“Yaaawn.”

Suddenly, my body floated into the air.

“This is the first assassination attempt I’ve had in a while.”

And no, it wasn’t a gentle airplane ride.

I was dangling by my clothes.

When I looked up, I saw a half-awake man staring at me.

Bright blue eyes.

Golden hues shimmered in his irises.

A trait of men from the Black Family.

“Who are you, you little runt?”

Heuk Birang—the main character of the original novel—was quietly glaring at me.