Before reincarnating into this world, she was what you’d call an influencer.
Not just any influencer, but a really extraordinary one.
How extraordinary? Her schedule was so packed with events and parties that 24 hours a day wasn’t enough.
Attending famous brand events, fashion shows, influencer gatherings, preparing for the launch of her own brand, celebrity social events, and more—
She was so busy that even having ten bodies wouldn’t have been enough.
Taking around a thousand selfies every day, changing outfits and makeup for each one, then selecting ten good ones to post was just the basics.
Posting photos to her Instagram story, feed, and simultaneously doing live broadcasts.
Her popularity was so huge that even celebrities would send her DMs, collaborate with her, or ask for her contact information.
‘I was that famous!’
And even now, she was doing well.
As someone who naturally thrived on attention, living a life full of public admiration brought her happiness.
But the brighter the star, the darker the shadow.
“I can’t let anyone else have you if I can’t!”
She had dated a guy just because he was good-looking, but he became pathologically obsessed with her, acting as if he owned her completely.
While trying to escape from that ex-boyfriend, she got into a car accident.
‘In my next life, I’ll never get involved with another handsome psycho,’ she had vowed.
As she was reflecting on that past promise, people began gathering around Eileen again.
“By the way, Lady Edgar, there’s a widespread rumor these days that the Northern Duke has quite a significant interest in you.”
At the noblewoman’s words, Eileen’s perfectly rehearsed smile twitched ever so slightly.
“Oh hoho, ahh, yes, the ‘Northern Duke,’ you say…?”
“Yes, that ‘Northern Duke.’”
Eileen let out a small groan internally.
The problem was the storyline of this world. This novel was a dark, tragic one with no semblance of a happy ending.
Eileen Edgar was a character who would eventually be broken, both physically and emotionally, by the Northern Duke’s obsessive love, and ultimately…
“I’m doing this because I love you too much.”
…end up being murdered by her husband after hearing such deranged words.
And now, that very same crazy Northern Duke was making advances on Eileen.
If she didn’t keep her wits about her, she might very well follow the tragic fate of the original story.
Ha, life had been better when she didn’t remember her past life…
Not to mention, why did she have to reincarnate into such a messed-up novel in the first place?
Eyes sparkling with resolve, Eileen flashed a shy smile and gave a playful wink to the noblemen nearby.
“Unfortunately, I’m not interested in the Northern Duke. Just dancing with him once is—oh hoho. As for me, I prefer someone warm and sunny like the daylight!”
…And that’s all she said at the ball.
But that single statement from Eileen led to a flood of marriage proposals from noblemen.
Every day, carriages filled with flowers and love letters lined up in front of the Marquis’s mansion.
However, exactly one week later, not a single proposal was left for her.
That’s right. It had begun.
The Northern Duke’s ruinous obsession.
[Where have all the numerous marriage proposals to Lady Eileen Edgar gone?
It seems that due to the Northern Duke’s strong desire to court her, many noblemen have been scared off, canceling their proposals and date requests in rapid succession.
… (abridged)…
What will Lady Eileen’s choice be?]
Eileen, trembling as she read the news bulletin, slammed her head against her desk.
“Damn you, Helias…!”
The most powerful man in the story, the Northern Duke, had roared, and all of her potential suitors had fled in fear.
“Really, is there no one? Someone who won’t be intimidated by the Northern Duke, but is low-key and a kind husband…!”
As she ruffled her hair in despair, her eyes caught sight of a large, mocking headline at the bottom of the crumpled bulletin.
[Who will be the next Southern Duchess, able to endure marriage to the hideous Duke and extreme in-law troubles?
Ruler of the southern territories, where farmland and orchards abound, the Southern Duke.
Rumors say he has been so self-conscious about his appearance that he’s cut himself off from social circles.
Though he’s never even been on a date in his life, recent reports suggest that the Duke, returning from a long overseas trip, is now boldly declaring his rural southern love confession: ‘Have my babies,’ to any woman he meets… (abridged)…
Who will be the generous and kindhearted lady willing to marry into this rustic southern land?]
Eileen’s eyes sparkled with determination.
“I’ve found him, my future husband!”
***
One hour after waking up and one hour before going to bed.
Eileen never skipped yoga in her daily routine.
Stretching her stiff body and following it up with meditation always left her feeling refreshed, both physically and mentally.
“Isn’t that right, girls?”
Eileen, flushed with a slight blush from her workout, turned around and smiled brightly, but quickly clicked her tongue.
“Ugh, my lady—why do you make us do this?”
“My body feels like it’s twisting… but at the same time, it feels kind of refreshing.”
“It’s way too hard, my lady!”
Unlike Eileen, who did it with ease, her maids were groaning, sprawled out on the floor, clearly exhausted.
This bizarre scene of both the lady and her maids doing yoga in nothing but pajamas on mats early in the morning was entirely Eileen’s doing.
“Ugh, it’s no fun doing it together when you’re all so stiff. That’s why your bodies feel so rigid. Remember, a healthy mind comes from a healthy body!”
The maids looked at her as if they didn’t understand a word she said.
Eileen, ignoring their reactions, clapped her hands and commanded,
“Come on, let’s continue with the next pose!”
After realizing she had been reincarnated, Eileen had immediately started working out.
As a result, though she already had a well-toned body since she was young…
For some reason, she became more and more frantic, pushing herself to work out even harder.
“A body this skinny and pale is useless in the future. I need to do more intense exercise!”
“What’s the future got to do with it?”
In response, Eileen pulled out a crumpled piece of paper and handed it over.
[The Southern Territory is infamous for its strict traditions and closed-off culture, making life as a Southern Duchess especially difficult.
The current Southern Duke is said to have particularly high standards for a ‘traditional Southern bride.’
Let’s take a look at the shocking bridal requirements for the Southern Duke.]
“What are you planning to do with this absurd list of demands, my lady?”
In response, Eileen simply smiled serenely, as if she had transcended everything.
With a nod, she gestured for the maids to keep reading, and they nervously continued scanning the gossip paper, trembling as they did.
[First: To become the Southern Duchess, one must know how to run a farm.
Seriously, what noblewoman would ever run a farm? They’d usually be enjoying tea parties or doing embroidery instead!]
“Oh, dear lord… please help us…”
“This is already too much to bear, my lady. I can’t read any further!”
“What are you fussing about? Keep reading!”
[Second: The Duchess must be able to connect with the common folk.
As such, she is expected to participate in the Southern Territory’s monthly traditional festival and fulfill her duties as the Southern Duchess.
But what exactly are those duties at a festival that reeks of cow dung and pig stench? Could it be… catching pigs?]
“Whether it’s catching pigs or shoveling manure, core strength is essential for that. And yoga is the best way to strengthen your core.”
Eileen confidently flexed her arm as if she could lift a bale of hay with ease.
“Look at this! See my biceps? These are real muscles, sculpted by yoga.”
The maids, watching their lady speak so proudly, paled in shock.
Our lady is dead serious about marrying into the Southern Territory.
[And finally, third! Though this isn’t a demand set by the Southern Duke himself, everyone knows about it.
It’s that the next Duchess must be merciful, self-sacrificing, and… have her eyes practically on the floor to live out her days with the incredibly free-spirited looking Southern Duke.]
Eventually, Eileen’s parents and her three brothers, having finally discovered the mess, also read through the gossip column’s scathing critique of the Southern Duke, their faces growing more and more distressed.
“My one and only precious daughter, with her eyes on the floor… What cruel joke from the gods is this?!”
The very next day, rumors spread like wildfire across the empire that the Marchioness of Edgar had fallen ill and was bedridden after hearing about her daughter’s plans.
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