Choosing The Villainess As My Mother

Chapter 2 - Whimsical Encounter with Destiny

"I-I apologize, I didn't witness any light landing here. I just woke up in this spot after sleeping," I explained with an awkward smile.

(Yeah, and I'm not lying about that.)

"You were sleeping outside? It's cold; you could catch a cold," she expressed concern, to which I simply smiled.

"Y-Yeah, but I have nowhere else to go; that's why I'm here," I explained, glancing at my reflection.

(Why do I look like a five-year-old in my reflection? I'm supposed to be a tall person!)

"Poor child, tell me your name," she requested, and I looked at her.

(She's asking for my name... but.)

(I don't even know where I am right now and what exactly just happened to me.)

(Did I die and get reincarnated, or maybe it's something else?)

"I don't have a name, pretty miss; I grew up without one," I lied, and she believed it.

"My dear goodness, which parents would do such a thing to a young soul like you?" she exclaimed, and I hid my awkwardness.

The lady in front of me smiled and delicately touched my hair with her pretty fingers. "You have very beautiful hair, and your eyes are just like my mother's," she remarked.

"Oh, she must be pretty like you then," I replied with a smile, and she mirrored the gesture.

"Yes, she's indeed a beautiful woman too," she confirmed with a smile.

"May I know your name, pretty miss?" I inquired as she continued to gaze at me.

"My name? Haven't you figured out who I am?" she asked, and I shook my head.

"Well, that's good. People have given me many titles, and all of them are quite..." She trailed off, looking upset and hurt.

"You're pretty. May I know your name, pretty lady?" I asked with a smile.

*chuckles* "Why, of course. For someone as nice as you, I'll tell you my name," she said.

"My name is Cynthia Van De Roos, daughter of Grand Duke Luk Van De Roos. I'm the lady of the De Roos Duchy," she announced, leaving me speechless.

...

(Cynthia? Cynthia Van De Roos from the Promised Under The Moon?! My older sister's first novel that I ever read?!)

(Cynthia, the infamous villainess from the novel?!)

(She's 'the' Cynthia, known by other readers as the greatest, most venomous, and evilest villain destined to meet her end at the hands of the foolish prince of the Lazourel Empire?!)

(She's the Cynthia I shed tears over?!)

(Oh my goodness! She's even more beautiful than the book described!)

(And she doesn't have any cunning personality at all! What on earth is this?!)

"Are you alright, dear?" she asked, noticing my shock.

(My sister's story portrayed her as cunning and with a mean personality.)

(That's why Cynthia in my older sister's tale was framed for horrible crimes she didn't commit in the story.)

(And... I find myself facing the villainess, who doesn't match the description from the story.)

(She appears more innocent than the cunning woman depicted in the tale!)

(What in the world!)

"Pretty lady, please let me be your adopted daughter," I blurted out, immediately covering my mouth.

The words slipped out unintentionally; they were supposed to stay in my thoughts.

(Oh my goodness, no, why did I say that? She'll probably say no.)

"You... want to become my daughter?" she asked, looking surprised.

(This might be a chance to reshape her destiny!)

(This must be why I'm here! Did God hear my prayers before I went to sleep?!)

(I sound crazy, but this situation is even crazier right now.)

"Y-Yes, I'll do anything you say or want. Please let me become your adopted daughter, even if it's just for a year," I pleaded in front of her.

(I'm stuck in the body of a small child; only luck can save me in this situation!)

"And what do I get if I make you my daughter?" she asked, suddenly looking intimidating. The look that the story of my older sister described had finally manifested in front of me.

(Wow, she looks terrifyingly beautiful with that intimidating expression.)

"Name your price, pretty miss. I can even give you my life if you want," I offered, which made her smile.

"Oh, you don't have to go that far. Get up and come with me first," she said, and I got up from kneeling in front of her.

"I'll think about this later. I'll tell you about my decision tomorrow," she said with a smile.

Yes! All that's left here is luck and my actions.

Don't worry, Miss Cynthia. I'll do everything to prevent the fate you're heading toward.

I'll keep you from falling for the prince of this empire! You don't deserve someone like him.

I'll make sure I become your daughter and change your destiny. I'll make sure of that.

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