little things.

Being a rascal is harder than it looks, you know?

"......Who am I, exactly?"

"Miss, you are the pride of the Hessel comital family! The possessor of a beauty so radiant it could put a blooming flower to shame! You are Lady Rozetiana!"

I'd transmigrated into a terminally ill extra on death's door.

It was already miserable enough to be dying soon, but did the only cure for my illness really have to be the male lead's voice?

I'm a perfectly decent person with absolutely no intention of getting on the female lead's bad side, so my plan was simple: get healed by his honey voice and get out.

"You seem to be in quite a hurry, Rozetiana."

"Hup......"

That voice really shouldn't be reaching me right now......

"Didn't you ask me to save your life?"

"W-well, yes, but......"

"Then why do you keep running away?"

Ah, so now that she's well enough to get by, she doesn't need me anymore?

His sharp gaze swept over her from head to toe.

How did he even figure out she was trying to leave? She'd made that decision quietly, without telling a single soul!

"No, I just want to go back to where I was before......"

"I think you're under a misapprehension. I never said you could go."

And I never will.