Imagine waking up as the villain in your sister's cheesy fantasy novel. Yeah, not ideal, especially when that villain is destined for hatred, and a grim end in some forgotten dungeon. That's Astrid's new reality. Her old life? Gone. Her new mission? Survive. And step one means throwing the original script out the window.

But changing fate is way harder than it sounds. In a desperate move, Astrid makes the story's heroine, Lyra, her personal maid. Clever, right? Except teaching Lyra magic and treating her like, well, a person, backfires spectacularly. Lyra's gratitude twists into something intense, dark, and possessive.

And she's not the only one. Astrid tries mending fences with her powerful aunt, only to find herself smothered by a love that feels dangerously close to madness. Even her ambitious half-sister, originally her rival, gets weirdly attached after Astrid shows her a bit of warmth and helps her gain power using some modern-world smarts.

Astrid thought she was being clever, building alliances, creating intelligence networks, rewriting roles. She is changing the story, but it's warping everyone around her. Their loyalty? It's becoming obsession. Their affection? A dangerous fixation.

Now, Astrid isn't just fighting the plot. She's drowning in a mess of her own making – caught between people who crave her, tangled in lies and affections twisted way out of shape. Everyone wants her, and sharing isn't remotely on their agenda.

The ripples of magical energy dissipated, and space returned to tranquility. Residual arcane particles scattered and drifted, finally vanishing into nothingness within Amalia's gaze.


"Sister... The contract recorded upon the Imperial Scepter has been lifted..."


This meant that Astrid's unconditional obedience to the Empire's Emperor ended here.


The weeping white-haired girl's long eyelashes drooped low, her slender waist trembling like a willow branch. She swallowed hard, her lips trembling slightly.


"There's nothing left... that will bind you anymore."


Her sister was the moonlight that had descended over high walls to free her from her cage. How could she selfishly deprive the other of her freedom for her own desires?


Someone like that... didn't deserve her sister's love...


Sobbing echoed through the room, interwoven with Amalia's broken apologies, as if trying to express all her remorse to Astrid, the girl repeated the words over and over.


Chapter 478 - "Just love me a little more... sister.”