Secret Lady - Chapter 1

Translator: Shuli

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Two pillars of the continent, one of which is responsible for geographical power.

Rosentine, the eldest daughter of the Argen Duchy, was usually adorned with these types of words.

With Reddish blonde hair and clear blue eyes, she was a beautifully elegant lady.

A lady heiring from the Argen bloodline, who had mastered all her studies.

There was nothing strange about the beauty that was Rosentine, who was full of brilliance.

Except for having her previous life’s memories.

“Uwaaaaaaaah uwaaaaaaaaah!”

The first sounds to leave Rosentine’s mouth in the continent of Acurana were loud cries.

At the time, she couldn’t find out anything about her surroundings because of her newly born pain and pressure.

After falling asleep countless times, she would wake up again, and find herself in the arms of a woman who looked at her lovingly.

It was Duchess Violetta Argen.

Since her birth, Seolwoo was barely able to touch food and tried not to sleep.

The memory of her death still traumatized her.

It wasn’t exactly typical for people to remember how they died in their previous life.

But her new mother, Violetta, was a beautiful and friendly woman who always made people around her happy.

In this world, there was no such thing as South Korea or America.

Rosentine wasn’t aware of that at first.

She was made aware of this when she turned five when she received a wall-mounted map as a gift and exclaimed in confusion upon looking at it.

Before that, she had just thought she was born into a foreign family.

She didn’t know why the memories of her previous life hadn’t been erased. Nor was she disappointed to be reborn.

About a month later, Seolwoo was startled after understanding the situation she was in. Though she was able to calm down due to Violetta’s dedication.

She cried a lot as a child.

But whenever Rosentine cried, primarily upon seeing Violetta, it was because she was asking her for a hug. Realizing that, for the first time she able to experience maternal love, she cried even more.

That was how Rosentine Argen was born.

Born in Korea, dying in a car accident, then waking up in a new world.

Her parents were good people that loved and soothed Seolwoo’s heart, who lived alone without any relatives in her past life.

She was reborn as the daughter of a noble family.

Argen, a family that held the title of Duke.

Although the imperial authority was strengthened by leaps and bounds, the status of aristocrats was reduced. However, its status has spread across the continent and beyond the Empire.

While growing up, Rosentine gradually realized that fact.

‘Oh, it seems I’ve won the lottery in this life.’

But there was a separate problem.

Rosentine was still able to see ghosts.

When she was three years old.

She witnessed a horseman boy, who had fallen off the stable roof and died, waving beside the cradle, and an elegant lady who died 70 years ago waving her fan.

TL/N: I might die if this happened to me.

Nodding casually to thank her, she realized.

These ‘eyes’ of her past life were still with her. Perhaps it was natural because the memories of her previous life still lingered on her mind.

She saw some ghosts with their bodies intact and some who had lost certain body parts, but Rosentine remained calm.

PR/N: How do you stay calm? I-

Ghosts who were stabbed or fell to death were no more disgusting than seeing ghosts hit by a car from her previous life.

Besides, I’ve gotten used to such ghosts.

‘This life will be different. I can’t see you guys.’

Seolwoo decided to live as Rosentine, hiding that she could ‘see.’

A loving mother and a gentle father. Everything she had always wanted was here.

It was a different experience from having someone abandon her because they were terrified just by the sight of her.

Since Rosentine had memories of her past life, she was careful not to repeat the same mistakes.

She kept her ability wholly hidden from everyone, making sure no one knew her secret.

When Rosentine was six years old, her younger sibling Corte was born, and her resolution became even more potent.

The moment the young, blond, angelic child grabbed Rosentine’s finger, she was overwhelmed.

Corte smiled while crying when she saw Rosentine.

Her one and only small, younger sister. Corte was the first person Rosentine would protect.

She had never known such warmth before.

Due to her innate intelligence from her previous life, she started her education earlier than others. Rosentine soon found out that this decision of hers was horrifyingly fortunate.

‘This Nation was the problem, huh?’

So, the problem seemed to be that ‘sorcery is forbidden,’ or ‘any magic is prohibited. Except as authorized by the Empire.’

No one could practice sorcery in Kartazen without being under constant surveillance and being severely oppressed.

The same was true for Rosentine.

She couldn’t do magic, and above all, she wasn’t interested.

Rosentine’s least favorite thing was legged bugs or slippery animals such as a toad or a frog or a centipede. She found them highly repulsive.

Therefore, Rosentine could not have been interested in sorcery or illegal magic, where the main ingredients of research were found in the yard.

However, listening to the stories of the dead and communicating with them was like magic, in the consciousness of ordinary people.

She has repeated this process countless times in her previous life.

She’d tried to warn people dozens, possibly hundreds, of times about the dangers surrounding them, but they just looked at her with contempt.

There was also a time when she was slapped because they said she offended them.

It was understandable even to her.

How creepy it must have been to tell them to fear something they didn’t know about.

That’s why this time around, she kept her mouth shut as much as possible and hid.

Here, the same was true of the Duke of Argen.

A sweet father. Heimt Argen stood up next to the Emperor, assisted by the resourceful work of Argen.

Heimt, who grew up with the Emperor since he was young, would come back with his head held in his hands after every imperial meeting and always drank wine with his wife.

He once said that as a reward for dealing with so many idiots. He should be rewarded with the most beautiful flowers in the world.

With the birth of Rosentine and Corte, two beautiful flowers were indeed rewarded to him.

Rosentine also considered her mother a flower. No, she was definitely a flower in every sense of the word.

Elegant manner, tenderness, and even a refined way of thinking.

It was also Violetta, who had taught Rosentine to do as she pleased and to always do whatever she thought was right. This came from the fact that she had been educated by a governess. To live as a noble lady, which depressed her.

TL/N: another excellent dead mother? Damn.

There were hundreds of times her secret lingered around her lips.

‘Maybe she’ll be able to understand me.’

A secret is to be kept between a few people anyway.

But still, her decision remained the same.

When Corte was ten years old, Rosentine ended up sharing the secret with her sister.

Kartazen’s non-magic oppression was pretty brutal.

Rosentine learned that in the Empire’s history class and nodded. It meant the so-called “enemy” was officially appointed.

‘Then you can’t be an enemy.’

I thought so, too, until a while ago.

Rosentine thought she could live in silence forever.

If she tried desperately, she could find the right man to marry and find happiness that she couldn’t taste in her previous life.

Violetta passed away, but Heimt never abandoned Rosentine.

However, now she was trying to reveal the secret she had kept all this time.

That was how the incident started.

It was a long time ago, but it was no exaggeration to say that it all started then.

If she hadn’t gone to the palace that day, Rosentine wouldn’t have jumped into that.

No, she would just have mourned the result only after everything was over.

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