Princess Who Hides Her Fandom

 

I once commented this way in a series of questions in one of the groups.

Cleo Gray.

My favorite…my own cat.

My cat needs to be a little happier.
but why…

Slap!

Why my hand…

Slap!

My little cat is slapping…

Slap!

He is being slapped by me.

Three at once!

“WHAT THE HELL!”

Wouldn’t that be cheating once you were reincarnated?

My body didn’t move as desired.

Is it a process of adaptation to the embodied body or is it the power of Original work?

I had just been reincarnated into my favorite world, but my body didn’t move as i wanted.

I felt like a doll, as if someone was controlling me

“Leave me! Leave me!”

An angry sound even came out of my mouth.

If I’m not mistaken, my body was in a state of agitation now.

The man in front of me was stopping me.

The moment she saw his face, she knew who he was.

Cleo Gray, the man of my dreams.

Dark hair, blue eyes, handsome face like a sculpture.

But after three slaps on his cheek, his eyes burned with anger.

“How dare you…! How dare you…! With your dirty hands…Can’t you leave me now?”

An uncontrollable profanity exploded from her mouth.

But Cleo held on to her with a strong grip even when she asked him to let go.

“What is this, this is ridiculous…!”

This was my first meeting with the man of my dreams.

But it was as if I was drunk when the guards stopped me.

‘…This must be a dream!’

It had to be a dream.

That’s what I thought at this moment. With a strange sensation, my awareness began to diminish like a lie.

“Arghh…”

Then her body became limp.

“Ha…”

Cleo held my limp body in his arms.

“You’re a stupid girl…”

The words fell from his lips in anger.

Cleo Gray, was the leader of the Black Knights.

But to the woman in front of him, he was nothing more than lowly scum, nothing more and nothing less.

The muscles in his jaw clenched dangerously, but Cleo didn’t utter a word of protest.

Because he would never dare to complain.

Empress Agnes Saint.

The Emperor’s favorite jewel, the queen of society. The most beautiful woman on the continent.

She’s been typecast into all sorts of things, but to Cleo Gray she’s just a wreck.

It was annoying as hell.

She was on a drinking rampage at a party celebrating the end of the war.

“Lord Gray, are you okay?”

asked one of the white knights who rushed after him. Cleo shook his chin, having a weary expression on his face.

“…Take her to the Imperial Palace as soon as possible.”

With these words, the white knights carried the emaciated princess away.

Cleo stared at the back of the woman who slapped his cheek with an annoyed expression.

He lost a great deal of his strength to subdue an unruly woman.

It was more difficult than facing dozens of monsters.

He clenched his fists and walked away.

I thought I was dreaming, obviously.

“What the hell is this?”

It wasn’t a dream.

I woke up after a long sleep and stood in front of the mirror with a serious look on my face.

How painful it is to realize that everything I thought was a dream wasn’t a dream.

Swallow.

Yes, it wasn’t a dream.

I was in another world not long ago.

On my way to my favorite café on my birthday.

While crossing the street, i was hit by a car that ran a red light.

I still remember the pain I felt when my body was beaten .

That was the last end of my life.

After death, my soul was instantly transported to another place.

‘There was a guy in a suit sitting at the front desk or something, and he said…’

He looked into her soul, shook his head, then clicked his tongue as if something was wrong.

“Hmm, can you wait a minute…?”

I waited, feeling overwhelmed, but no matter how long I waited, there was no news.

In the spirit world, i spent the next three days homeless, waiting for an answer.

When i couldn’t take it anymore, i tried to ask where to send the CS inquiry, but at the same time, my soul moved elsewhere.

A dazzlingly beautiful woman appeared before me and introduced herself as the goddess in charge of the world.

“I’m sorry, but you weren’t supposed to die yet.”

If being a goddess could you say whatever you wanted?

What the hell, just let me get back to work….

When I responded to the absurdity of asking for my life back, she was shaken. As an explanation.

“..I’m sorry, but the body is corrupt and I can’t bring it back.”

Is this what you say after you left me in the street for three days?

“Instead, I will send you where you want to go.”

At that, i shouted: “Then let me see my favorite character!”

This seemed like the right place to send it to me.

Swallow.

So…this means that the slap I gave to my favorite character…on his cheek…it wasn’t a dream.

“Ah!”

Why at that moment… Why!

After a long moment of racking her brain, she looked at the woman again.

She had to be calm.

“I have been embodied in a novel where my favorite character lives and breathes…..”

So far so good. But the problem is….

“Empress Agnes.”

That’s what people call her.

“I think this is really hell…”

That was the problem.

The woman in the mirror was the best and worst personality.

She was the hateful scum who defiled my favorite character.

“No… if you’re going to reincarnate me, you’d better do it as a child!”

SERIOUSLY…! Allow me to rebuild my relationship with my favorite from scratch! Let me put flowers his way!

I couldn’t believe that I would slap him on the cheek instead of showing a path For his flowers.. I was amazed.

The third day of my reincarnation.

The goddess said it was definitely a reincarnation.

You have embodied me and moved my life to the present so quickly!

I think she’s right… I do have memories of my childhood, all the events and feelings that stayed in Agnes’ body, in my head.

The only problem is that I still remember that I used to hate my favorite character….

However, I could see that I was living the original story like a sleeping doll.

The good news is that this memory allows me to adapt quickly, and my personality is very similar to my previous life.

Unfortunately, the timing of my reincarnation was a coincidence.

If there was a goddess in front of me, I wanted to ask, why the hell at this time?

If you make me a child, I would never have lived like this.

I wouldn’t have to slap my favorite’s cheek.

“Any way….”

First, let’s talk about the original woek.

Her favorite novel, Endless Splash, was a fantasy novel with a male protagonist, set in a traditional fantasy + action + modern setting.

The first part of the novel was a huge success, so it gained a large following.

People chose their favorite characters and created fan art and secondary fiction.

Of course, with so many different characters, there were also many people who wanted to capture secondary characters.

One of them was me.

My favorite was…Cleo, the male protagonist’s rival, hate figure.

The same man I slapped on the cheek three times yesterday
Cleo Gray.