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### Chapter One
Diana wrapped her arms tightly around Harold's back.
His bare skin and her thin dress touched without any barrier between them, and she felt his body heat directly.
Her fingertips traced the hard lines between his muscles.
Suddenly, Harold hugged her tightly, leaning towards her.
As soon as his sharp nose touched the back of her neck, Diana gasped: “Heck!”
“…ha.”
Harold let out a lazy breath, clearly enjoying the flow of her sacred power.
His hot breath pooled at her collarbone, making Diana's heart beat erratically.
'This is just a healing ritual.'
Yes, treatment.
It was a sacred act to heal him from his terminal illness.
Diana steadied her mind. But, as if to test her resolve, Harold began to rub his cheek against her shoulder.
His jet black hair caressed her skin.
Diana bit the soft inside of her cheek, trying to control her rapid breathing.
The force she was using made her entire body overly sensitive, making it difficult to bear.
'I can't take it anymore.'
Eventually, Diana let go of him and took a step back.
Her face flushed as she looked at him standing there wearing only his pants.
Those broad shoulders, solid chest. Sculpted abs like chocolate.
It was hard to believe that this was the body of a sick person.
“How about we just hold hands tomorrow?”
“Didn't you tell me that more skin contact improves the quality of treatment?”
“Yes, but...”
'My heart won't take this...'
"Anyway, from now on, let's just hold hands! And make sure you get all your clothes on tomorrow!"
"I don't want."
"why not!?"
Harold carelessly brushed her pink hair off her shoulder, clearly amused by her discomfort.
“Because I want to get well soon, Diana.”
Plus nothing was more effective at seducing the visually vulnerable Diana.
Harold put his arm around her shoulders and showed a sexy smile.
“So, starting tomorrow, let’s try more skin-to-skin contact.”
Diana's face flushed as she struggled to get away.
“It's impossible!”
Why does he act like this? The hero's brother who hated the 'evil' Diana?
He wasn't acting like this when we first met!
Diana felt like she was going to cry.
* * *
A few months ago, I was hit by a car while walking home from work.
When I woke up, I was 'Evil Diana.'
I immediately realized that I had somehow ended up inside the novel [Fallen Noble Captures Young Noble].
Unfortunately, I was thrown into the story right at the end.
I took Diana in at the moment when she failed to poison her former friend, the heroine, and was being kicked out of her family.
“How could she try to poison her friend...”
“Look at her eyes, full of poison.”
The servants pointed their fingers at me the whole time as I was being dragged out.
My father didn't even show his face.
And there, standing at the window, was the heroine, still living in Diana's house.
She smiled brightly at me, as if she was satisfied with the way things had ended for her former friend, the evil Diana.
That's how I ended up abandoned on the streets.
Life on the streets was never easy.
“Where did that girl go!”
“Didn't you run away there?”
“Damn, if we catch it, we can sell it for a high price!”
I held my breath, leaning back and covering my mouth until the human traffickers' footsteps faded away.
I let out a sigh of relief.
It has already been ten days since I was stuck in this body and lived like this.
In the original story, Diana was kidnapped by human traffickers and soon after being expelled, sold to another country, and ended her life after enduring much suffering.
I was trying hard to avoid that future, but I was running out of energy.
*grrrr*
'I'm hungry.'
On top of everything, I lost my shoes while running, and now my feet were hurting.
'If only I could make some money.'
But no noble would hire someone known as 'attempted poisoning.'
I even tried to get manual labor, but no one would hire me because I looked too weak.
“This is the last piece of bread the temple gave me.”
I looked sadly at the only remaining piece of bread.
It was hard and crumbly, completely tasteless, like a lump of flour.
But it was my last food source.
I broke it into small pieces and chewed it slowly.
It didn't taste good, but just having something in my stomach made me feel a little better.
At that moment, a little puppy wandered into the alley where I was hiding.
He was skin and bones, looking like he might die at any moment.
The dog collapsed after a few steps and stared directly at me.
No, he was staring at the bread in my hand.
“This is my last piece too...”
“Moan.”
He reminded me so much of the dog I used to have, and I couldn't help but harden my heart.
Why did it have to look so similar?
I broke the bread in half and threw it at the puppy.
"barking!"
The dog barked once, as if to thank me, and then ran off with the bread.
I hid the remaining bread in my skirt pocket and rested my chin on my knees.
'What will I do from here?'
Of course, even after the main story ended, there was a side story in which the two heroes lived happily. It was set three years after the main story, so I had some ideas about making money. However, to use my side story knowledge to make money, I needed some seed capital.
In addition, there was the question of whether I would be able to survive the next three years to avoid my scheduled death.
To get hit by a car and die a senseless death, only to die another senseless death?
'Is this really how it's supposed to be, even after I've been reincarnated?!'
Suddenly, my vision flashed blue.
"What is this…?"
[ A gift for the troubled incarnate! You will receive one ability from a web novel you have read in the past!]
[ Would you like to accept the ability?]
[ ※Note: The ability will be randomly selected.]
It seemed as if fate wasn't ready to let me die yet.
I put my hands over my mouth to stop myself from screaming excitedly.
"Yes! Yes, of course!"
In my previous life, I was an avid reader. I've read more than a thousand web novels, and most of them featured strong heroines with abilities.
Who knew my old reading habits would come in handy?
Whatever ability I get, I'll find a way to make it work.
[ Spin to choose a random ability!]
[ Congratulations! You obtained the divine power of the heroine from *The Saint in the Garden of Thorns*!]
At that moment, the pain in my tired feet disappeared. All the small scratches and bruises on my body were completely healed.
The divine power… was amazing, really, but…
'Wasn't that novel rated for adults?'
In that story, the heroine's divine power healed only through physical contact, and the intensity of the contact determined the effectiveness of the treatment. If they went further, the heroine could even revive someone whose heart had stopped—so there were always *beep* sounds going on…
And the world of *Fallen Noble Captures Young Noble*, which I was stuck in now, did not contain divine power.
What would happen if someone appeared who could heal anything with touch?
‘…the end of exploitation.’
Oh no.
What is the benefit of this?!
I felt like I had won the lottery but had to pay higher taxes on the prize.
* * *
This power was like a poisoned chalice. But I wasn't in a position to check now.
So I decided I would only use it once, as efficiently as possible.
After thinking, I decided who I would use it on.
Harold Payson, the hero's terminally ill brother.
After waiting six hours outside the ducal palace, I was finally allowed inside.
Persistence pays off.
“If you come in, the Duke must be there,”
I politely nodded to the Baisen family servant who led me here.
“Thanks,” I said, bowing politely.
When I entered the drawing-room, I saw a man who looked seriously ill but was nonetheless handsome.
'Wow, he's really handsome.'
Pitch black hair, dark blue eyes, sharp features—he was a striking combination of a handsome face and a tall, muscular body.
But his pale, almost ghostly complexion made it clear that he was very ill.
“Thank you for giving me the opportunity to interview today, Your Highness,” I said.
Harold looked at me from head to toe, his eyebrows furrowed.
He stopped me as I approached the sofa.
“Wait.”
"Yes?"
“You're dirty. Don't come any closer. Talk from there.”
“Okay, okay.”
Logical—my current look was a mess. I haven't changed my clothes or showered properly in ten days.
'At least he agreed to meet me after only six hours of waiting.'
I didn't complain and stayed where I was.
When Harold saw that I obeyed without protest, he frowned even more.
“You're not a stray cat. Why are you so obedient?”
He bent his legs and tilted his chin arrogantly.
“It seems the expulsion has finally made you realize your place, ma'am.”