The Exhausting Reality of Novel Transmigration

setta turned her head when she heard someone call her, “Sister.”

And the owner of that voice was the main character, Alicia.

“It’s our turn soon, right?”

Nodding in reply to the small whisper, I looked around.

There was a throng of people.

The atmosphere was strangely subdued, but nevertheless, there was turmoil amidst the restraint.

If she looked to the side, a huge harden and a magnificent mansion could be seen.

It was a mansion of a similar size to the ducal residence of House Valentine, but it had a completely different ambience to it.

This was the Carter Duchy’s residence, where Cassion’s funeral was being held.

Right.
Today, just as the sky cleared for the first time in a long while, was Cassion’s funeral.

The man who was alive, but who they hoped to die.

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A funeral was held in a hurry despite the lack of a corpse.

Rosetta glanced at Cassion.

He was following after her, about three steps behind.

Because of the veil, she couldn’t see his expression well.

Originally, it would be better if he didn’t come.

This place was where Cassion lived his whole life, and also the place where the people, who tried to kill him, lived.

If someone were to recognize him here, all his efforts would be in vain.

However, for some reason or another, Cassion wanted to come to this funeral.

For some reason or another, he wanted to confirm his own funeral with his own eyes.

What kind of expression did the people who killed him were making, what kind of changes had taken place in the mansion that he wasn’t in any longer.

Rosetta thought about it a lot, considering the risk and the man’s request, but soon enough, she allowed him to accompany her.

Revenge wasn’t just a hundred-meter dash.

It was a marathon.

And, since it would take a long time, it’s always a good thing to provide adequate motivation.

The moment his resentment would fade, this motivation would once again make him gnash his teeth.

Cassion’s desire for revenge and his own survival likely wouldn’t wither away so easily, but you never know what life would bring your way.

And so, Rosetta allowed Cassion to accompany her despite the dangers present.

Look closely with both your eyes, confirm it, and let that fire burn even more.

If you don’t kill, you will die.
If you don’t rise to the top, you will fall down.

This was the fate that was set in front of Cassion, and the fire within him must never be extinguished, even for a moment.

Well, that didn’t mean that Rosetta agreed to let him come along without any countermeasures.

In this world, funeral etiquette dictated that people would cover their faces.

Regardless of age and gender, putting on a veil was commonly done to mourn the death of another.

That’s why the droves of people around them all had their faces covered with a variety of veils.

Most nobles had veils that covered until the top of their noses.

Of course, this was because they still needed to know who’s who.

However, it was common for the servants and escort knights who followed them to use veils that covered their entire faces.
This was according to tradition.

Rosetta’s entourage was no different.

The two sisters both covered their faces with a white veil made of woven mesh.
On the other hand, Cassion’s face was covered with a thicker, longer veil.

Rosetta looked at the veil that was covering his face.

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Perhaps where his eyes were.

His eyes couldn’t be seen because of the fabric that covered both their faces.

Then, her gold gaze went down a little.

Instead of gauging through Cassion’s hidden face, she checked his condition through other ways.

For example, though his stiff shoulders and tightly clenched fists.

‘…You’re really stiff, huh.’

Though trivial, she wanted to ask him if he was alright and offer some consolation, but she couldn’t do so because there were many eyes around them.

Rosetta had no choice but to turn around.

“Sister, are you alright?”

Soon, Alicia uttered this question.

She was looking up at the sky just now, then looked behind her and fell silent.
She even looked worried.

Rosetta smiled faintly and nodded once more.

“Yes, I’m alright.
Besides that… You haven’t forgotten what I told you earlier, have you?”

She said these words with a tone laden with stealth and caution.
It was rare, but her voice even contained a bit of tension.

Alicia clenched her small fists and nodded vigorously.

“Of course.
Never take off my veil and never engage Young Duke Leo in any conversation apart from offering my condolences.”

She answered bravely, but Rosetta couldn’t be at ease.

A white dress, a white hat, a white veil.

As she was in all white, her blonde hair shone particularly beautifully, and its golden luster over the veil was dazzling.

As if this thin sheet of fabric was not enough to mask her beauty.

This beauty was what worried her.

Today was Cassion’s funeral, and this was the first scene that would mark the beginning of the original novel.

In the original, Cassion’s funeral.

If they were to consider fate, it was on this day that Alicia would catch Leo’s interest.

“Ha.”

Her thoughts became complicated just being reminded of it.
Or, no, did it stop at just being complicated? It felt as if she was going to implode.

In the middle of all that, Alicia was shining right beside her, so she felt even more frustrated.

‘Right, you’re this pretty, so it would be more strange if the other person wouldn’t be interested.’

All of a sudden, Alicia was so especially beautiful today that it came to a point where Rosetta had such thoughts.

As if fate was keen on being on track, it had cast a halo upon her to make her shine.