<p>I possessed a character in the novel I had been writing roughly for a year: A wicked woman who was destined to die horribly within the next two years. <br/> <br/>‘Is this the price for making the readers suffer?’ <br/> <br/>Anyway, the male lead was suffering from rolling over like a hoop. For the welfare of my creation, the poor male lead, and for my survival, I got a job at the mansion as a maid. And now… <br/> <br/>“Lady Laria is the best, after all. I want you to be the mistress of the Blackwell Grand Duchy.” <br/> <br/>“Laria is the best!” <br/> <br/>“Laria, like my mother?” <br/> <br/>The whole family of the Grand Duke likes me. Even the Grand Duke is obsessed with me, performing all sorts of tricks… <br/> <br/>“The Lady and I are engaged.” <br/> <br/>Yes? Since when? <br/> <br/>“My children and I need Lady Sherwood. I have no intention of letting her go.” <br/> <br/>What’s wrong with everyone all of a sudden? I just worked for the welfare of the male lead.</p>