The Savior Of The Abandoned

When I opened my eyes again, a blue-eyed man looking down at me said in a friendly tone, “Have you come to your senses, my lark?”

‘Lark?’

I couldn’t shake off the haziness even after blinking. My vision, including the man’s figure, was blurred. I fell back asleep and repeated the same pattern several times after that.

When I finally came to my senses, I barely noticed that the world around me had changed completely.

As I lay in the bed of an old-fashioned aristocratic room served by women dressed like maids, “Miss Avriel is still unconscious…” “If Young Lady Devucie regains consciousness call me right away.” “Waaahh, even our Young Lady Avriel…”

Miss Avriel. Young Lady Devucie.

Laying on a soft bed in the midst of confusion, it occurred to me that the room and people felt like the world of a novel. Every sense was confirming that feeling.

However, as I waited until 10 PM nightly for one daily free episode, Avriel Devucie had never been a main character in any romantic fantasy novels I read in my sparse spare time…

As I pondered, the name of the novel [Never Get Married] came to mind.

It was Avriel!

Avriel Devucie.

An unlucky extra.

In the beginning, she was the victim of the novel’s worst villain. She was a character who was abandoned and killed, tricked and gaslighted by the villain who coveted the title and property that she would inherit as the Baron’s only daughter.

As soon as I realized it, I arose from that bed, so soft I could bury myself forever and die, in the Master Bedroom in the Baron’s mansion.

No!

‘I will never be abandoned nor killed!’

I desperately wanted to live.

Even in a novel, I wanted to live a good life. I wanted to feel the happiness I had never experienced properly.

Even if I entered the world of a novel, of all things, why did it have to be as Avriel Devucie?

The Young Lady of a noble family, with wavy golden hair like spun thread and clear emerald green eyes.

It was the worst of luck.

In my life not long ago (I think I should call it my past life now), I lived in a sad and upsetting world.

Ultimately, even in the novel, I was just an unlucky supporting role, no—I was just an extra fated to disappear soon. Even though I didn’t read the novel to its end, I was aware of Avriel’s insignificant fate.

Death.

She even died ridiculously poisoned, and no one questioned the cause of her suspicious death.

So, this reincarnation will just be an extension of the trouble in my past, proving that my life was utter crap. Unfortunately, I couldn’t even read the ending of this novel, since I only read one free episode every night.

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I didn’t know the ending, so I didn’t even know who the final boss would be, or whose side I should join to save or extend my life.

I never intended to read [Never Get Married] in the first place. But since everyone said it was an authentic devastating romance fantasy novel that was so entertaining you couldn’t put it down once you started reading, I decided to give it a try.

It was fun. But I couldn’t read through. One of the reasons I didn’t drop it even if I couldn’t keep reading till the end was that no matter how devastating the plot was, it was simply too much.

In the villain’s plots at the beginning, sleeping pills like Edmul Actinum always appeared. And after they were fed a spoonful of an aphrodisiac drug, the main characters spent a hot night together, changing the succession plan!

Tags like tragedy, memory loss, kidnapping, imprisonment, birth secrets, and more crazy names that might be interesting and thrilling but honestly, it wasn’t to my taste. No, I was interested enough to accommodate my tastes, but I couldn’t read the ending.

Nonetheless, it seems that I was unconsciously immersed in it too deeply while reading. Otherwise, how could I explain being resurrected as a supporting character, more like a mere extra, and an early victim?

Anyway, among the countless victims in this rollercoaster novel, I had become Avriel, by far the most pitiful, and I had no role before me but to die.

I hated it.

I didn’t want to die again like this.

I didn’t want to be thrown away; I didn’t want to be sacrificed.

In my past life, I tried my best in everything I did, even though my body and mind were broken by the endless trials that befell me. I learned to live hard, but as a result, I wasn’t happy. And in the end, I was abandoned and died alone.

Avriel Devucie’s second life.

It was destined to also fall apart, but I didn’t want to let it happen.

Avriel Devucie was born the only child of Baron Daryl Bondi. When she grew up, she and her spouse would inherit the Baron’s entire fortune and title. However, as soon as she came of age, her mother died in a carriage accident. And her weak father, unable to overcome his sorrow, became bedridden.

Avriel was timid, and her parents were also the only children of their respective families. Thus, unluckily, she had no reliable relatives or acquaintances around her.

She called for a doctor for her ill father, but unfortunately, the man who showed up was a scammer, a swindler, the worst villain in the world. Bylon Dwight pretended to be a doctor and insinuated himself into Baron Devucie’s manor.

Avriel had only grown up sheltered and reached adulthood without knowing anything about the world, and so she was fooled by him.

She believed absolutely in Bylon, the youngest member of a gang of lowlifes who had never received a proper education let alone that of a doctor, and she clung to the hope of saving her father, who seemed unlikely to recover.

Absent proper diagnosis and treatment by a real doctor, the Baron’s health deteriorated rapidly, and he died. Sadly, Avriel never knew about her father’s death.

This was because the villain prohibited Avriel from visiting her dying father from the moment he stepped inside the mansion, saying she shouldn’t strain her father’s weakened heart. He isolated and controlled her while promising to surely heal her father.

Meanwhile, Bylon drugged her with sleeping poison he fed her and she ended up infected unaware.

Bylon manipulated and gaslighted pure and innocent Avriel with nice words and even duped her into an engagement before killing her.

Ending up in such a dreary engagement, Avriel was ultimately destroyed and killed by Bylon. He sent all the servants away, leisurely buried her body in the backyard, and continued managing documents as if Avriel was still alive and married.

He took over the Baron’s estate as Daryl’s son-in-law after his funeral. Then, even though Avriel was already dead, he enjoyed the status of Young Baron as if he was truly the late Baron’s son-in-law — and one day, Avriel’s death was announced as if from disease.

His clever and vicious plan was to stimulate women’s sympathy by pretending to be filled with grief, wounded by his tragic fate.

Just like I was abandoned after being played by my stupid first love in my past life, Avriel was callously used and killed.

Taking advantage of the disconcerting circumstance of having her father ill and her mother long gone, he poured sugar-coated words into her ears.

“Avriel, my Lovely. Come, lie down on the bed. Have a sip of this and go to bed first. Even now, my body is burning with desire to hold you in my arms, but I will fulfill my duty as a gentleman to protect your purity until our wedding. Come, get a good night’s sleep, my love.”

Gentleman’s duty, right. Maybe he didn’t need to feel disappointed since he had a girlfriend. And perhaps it was uncomfortable to get involved with the woman he soon would kill secretly.

Good night’s sleep? Whose Lovely person? He tricked Avriel, who had no dating experience, with those cheesy third-rate phrases, and if that wasn’t enough, he used strong drugs to put her to sleep so he could crawl somewhere else, and do all kinds of things with other women.

Then, not long after, he would feed her a lethal dose that put Avriel to sleep forever.

‘What? You think I don’t know you will try to monopolize the station, fortune, and mansion you gained thanks to Avriel?’

He would spout nonsense like announcing he would attend an interview with the Emperor’s doctor at the Imperial Palace the next day, all the while knowing he was lying. Of course — he wasn’t a doctor, he couldn’t attend.

He just left and did vile illegal things.

The slight aroma of Chamomile tea, used to induce a good night’s sleep, was only meant to obscure the subtle but unique scent of Edmul Actinum.

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Even if I swallow half a sip instead, I — this slender Avriel — will remain motionless and sleep until noon the next day.

‘I refuse to be beaten like that!’