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Awakened Inside the Novel

“Erella! Erella! Wake up!”The shrill voice sliced through the fog clouding Sandy’s mind. Her body was heavy—far too heavy. Her eyelids refused to open, and every inch of her skin felt weighed down, sore, and unresponsive. She tried to move a finger but even that felt impossible.What… what happened to me?Her thoughts were muddled, like she was half-dreaming. Then fragments returned—bright orange flames licking at the sky, the metallic scent of gasoline, the deafening explosion that should’ve ended her life. The memory made her stomach twist.No way. I remember the blast. I should be dead. There’s no way anyone could’ve survived that.“DAMMIT, girl! Are you deaf? I said wake up!”That screeching voice again—like glass scraping against metal. Sandy groaned inwardly. Whoever this woman was, she was quickly becoming her least favorite person. Still, she couldn’t seem to open her eyes.Then, all at once—SPLASH!Ice-cold water drenched her face and trickled down her neck. Her body jerked

Is Erella Sick?

“Erella, are you not sleepy yet?” Tubby, the plump little mouse, asked, rubbing his drowsy eyes as he yawned. His round belly rose and fell beneath his tiny blue vest, and his whiskers twitched sleepily.Erella turned toward him, smiling softly. The three mice—Tubby, Eddy, and Suzy—were already curled up on the edge of her bed, snuggled together under a scrap of cloth she’d sewn into a blanket. When she first woke up in this world, the sight of them had sent her into a screaming fit. She had always been terrified of rats and mice back on Earth. But these three… they weren’t ordinary.Their fur gleamed, their tiny clothes were neatly patched, and their bright, expressive eyes made them look more like living dolls than pests. After spending a few days with them, her fear had melted away completely. Now, she couldn’t imagine her new life without them.“I’ll sleep after I fold my clothes,” she said with a small grin. “You, Eddy, and Suzy should go ahead and rest.”Tubby blinked up at her.

Scorched Patience

“ERELLA! ERELLA! EREEEEEEELLLLLLLLAAAAAA!” Graciella’s shrill call rattled through the house like a cracked bell.Erella, who was bent over the steaming pot in the kitchen, rolled her eyes toward the ceiling. Her hands continued their rhythm—stir, scrape, ladle—without missing a beat. The summons was familiar; the summons always meant more work, more humiliation, or both.Here we go again, she murmured under her breath, bracing herself for the storm.“EEEEEEERRRREEEELLLLLLLLAAAA!” Graciella’s voice doubled in volume. This time, it had real venom.Erella set the wooden spoon down, wiped her hands on her apron, and hurried toward the stairs. She darted through the corridors, breath coming short from the climb, until she reached the landing just outside Graciella’s bedroom. Knuckles trembling slightly, she pushed the door open.“What can I do for you, big sister?” she asked politely, voice steady though the panic tried to climb her throat.The scene inside the room answered for her: a ch

The Forest of Sweets and Shadows

“Huh?! HUUUUUHHHHHH?!”Erella blinked rapidly, her head spinning as she looked around. The familiar sight of her messy backyard was gone. Instead, she stood in the middle of a forest — trees towering high above her, their leaves whispering secrets to the wind. In her hands, she still clutched her long wooden broom.“What in the world…?” she murmured, her voice trembling. Just a moment ago, she had been sweeping leaves behind their house. Now she was standing on a patch of moss surrounded by giant ferns and tall, eerie trees.She rubbed her eyes, convinced she must be dreaming. “Okay, Sandy,” she told herself — or rather, the Erella version of her. “Deep breaths. You’re probably just hallucinating because of hunger.”She closed her eyes, counted to three, and opened them again.Nope. Still trees. Still forest. Still holding a broom.“What the heck happened?! Why am I in this isolated place?!” she shouted, turning in circles like a lost child. The forest echoed her voice back mockingly.

The Awakening

“What happened? Why didn’t this girl pass out from the potion we mixed into the cake?” The burly man’s voice trembled as he stared down at Erella, who was still on her feet.The potion they had used was infamous—strong enough to bring down a full-grown elephant with a single bite. Yet the little girl before them was wide awake, blinking in confusion. The five bandits exchanged uneasy glances, disbelief etched on their scarred faces.“This… this isn’t possible,” one muttered. “Did we mess up the dosage?”The leader, a thickset man with a crooked scar running down his cheek, shook his head. “No. I made it myself. That cake could’ve sent a bear into a week-long sleep. Something’s off about this brat.”They tried to reason it out but found no explanation. Eventually, they gave up and focused their gazes back on her.Erella, on the other hand, scrambled to her feet as fast as her trembling legs allowed.‘Oh, sugar honey iced tea!’ she cursed in her head. ‘This isn’t Hansel and Gretel afte

The Duke’s Manor and the Misunderstanding

“No! No! No! It can’t be!”Erella shot up from her sleep, her heart pounding violently. Her body trembled as beads of sweat rolled down her forehead. The nightmare still clung to her — an old pervert chasing her through dark woods. She could still feel his foul breath, his twisted smile, his hand almost catching her.When she gasped for air, pain rippled through every inch of her body. Her limbs ached as though she had fought a war in her sleep. She looked around, panic instantly setting in.The room was unfamiliar — elegant yet cold. Golden curtains fluttered lightly by the window. A chandelier hung above her, sparkling faintly under the sunlight that seeped through. The scent of polished wood and rosewater filled the air.“Where… where am I?” she murmured weakly.Her mind spun with dreadful possibilities.‘Don’t tell me… someone sold me to that old pervert?!’Horror struck her face. Terrible thoughts flashed through her mind — images far too humiliating to describe.“NO! IT CAN’T BE!

Second Seal

“What are you talking about, Aunt Camille?” Maxwell asked, still trying to process his aunt’s cryptic words.“That would be impossible, Milady,” said one of the servants, a broad-shouldered man with a scar across his jaw. “This little girl can’t possibly wield such destructive magic.”“Don’t judge a book by its cover,” Marchioness Camille replied calmly, her lips curling into a knowing smile.Maxwell wanted to argue, but he remembered—his aunt had the gift of clairvoyance. Her touch could reveal fragments of another’s past, and her words were rarely wrong. He looked at Erella again, astonished. The timid girl with tangled hair and nervous eyes hardly seemed capable of leveling half his manor.But then, memories flashed in his mind—the day in the forest when he found her lying unconscious among the wreckage of a bandit camp. The air had been thick with lingering mana. He had assumed it came from a powerful mage who rescued the kidnapped children. Now, realizing it might have been her, M

A Duke, a Porcupine, and a Dangerous Heartbeat

“KYAAAAAA!!!”Erella screamed, instinctively releasing a burst of unstable mana that cracked through the air like a shockwave. The sudden surge of power sent the person behind her flying several feet backward. Leaves fluttered wildly as the garden trembled.She froze.Then, to her utter horror, she saw the poor victim of her panic — Duke Maxwell von Heinlein — lying flat on the ground, clutching his behind and groaning in pain.“Oh… oh no… OH EM GEE! I’m dead!” she whispered in horror.Her hands flew to her mouth as she looked around the vast garden, checking if anyone had seen what she’d just done. Thankfully, the place was quiet — no servants, no knights, no one. Only her and the young duke, groaning in the middle of crushed daisies.She sighed in relief but immediately felt guilty.During her one day of staying at the von Heinlein estate, she’d learned one critical thing — everyone here adored their young master. Especially the Marchioness, his aunt. When a messenger from Magia Acad

She's a White Lotus

“Let her try that baby pink dress with the lacy ribbons,” Marchioness Camille said to the shopkeeper with a sparkle in her eye.Erella sighed for what felt like the hundredth time. That was not an exaggeration—it was already the tenth dress she had been forced to try on. Her arms felt heavy, her legs ached, and her soul had left her body somewhere around dress number six.The shop assistants, all perfectly polite and smiling, exchanged anxious glances as the Marchioness turned her cold gaze on Erella’s tired face. Everyone in the boutique froze.Those who knew the Marchioness well also knew that behind her angelic beauty was a presence that could freeze a river midstream. One wrong move, one careless word, and the Marchioness Camille von Heinlein could destroy your livelihood—or your life—with a single order.The maids whispered nervously among themselves.“Holy cow! What’s wrong with you, kid? Are you seeking death?” “Mama mia! Is this my last day?” “Beg for mercy before she kills u

Sweet Trouble and a Handsome Stranger

“Aunt Camille, can you put me down now? I’m not a kid,” Erella murmured, her cheeks flushing in embarrassment.They had already left the boutique, but Marchioness Camille von Heinlein still held her in her arms like a beloved doll. It would have been adorable—if Erella’s soul wasn’t twenty-six years old.People passing by were whispering and smiling at the sight: the elegant Marchioness, glowing with beauty and grace, carrying a petite girl dressed in frilly pink. To everyone else, it looked sweet. To Erella? Utter humiliation.I have dignity! I’m not five! She screamed internally, but out loud she only sighed.“Aunt Camille—” Maxwell’s calm, deep voice cut in from behind them. Erella glanced over his shoulder, secretly hoping he would support her plea.“Yes, finally someone with common sense,” she thought—until he continued.“Give her to me, Aunt. It’s not good for you to hold her for too long.”Erella’s eyes widened. “What?” she whispered under her breath.Marchioness Camille turned

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