[ The Method to Summon • • • ]

[ Standing on • • •
Defile the earth with • • • 
Draw a circle with your • • •  hands.
Earnestly wish for • • • 
Make grapes ripe from a thorny tree
Let thistle bear figs
You shall  • • • while • • • 
Return to the earth and greet the • • • of • • • who will descend to the ground ]

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The only daughter of Count Rohanson, Evangeline Rohanson, had passed away.

Although it was known that she died of an illness, the servants in Count Rohanson’s household couldn’t forget her pale feet swaying in the wind as her body hung from a cherry tree in full bloom.

The cherry blossoms that day must have been so red and enchanting—it seemed as if the appetizing scent still lingered on the tips of their noses.

Or perhaps it was because of the cherry blossoms that filled the coffin instead of white lilies.

Maybe because it wasn’t good if the cause of her death leaked outside, the funeral was held inside the mansion.

When the ceremony was completed in the annex, they planned to build a gravestone on one side of the back garden instead of laying her in the temple. They had no other choice because the temple wouldn’t enshrine someone who committed suicide, but those who didn’t know the circumstances simply praised the Count’s love for his daughter and expressed their condolences.
It was a modest funeral.

Usually, even the funeral route of a noble should be splendid and grandeur, but Evangeline’s ceremony seemed somewhat shabby for a lady from a noble family.

Perhaps it was due to them rejecting funeral sermons from the other nobles under the pretext that they could be infected by her illness. Those who occupied the seats were only the servants who worked in the mansion and a handful of knights.

Was it because there weren’t many honored guests? Or was it because there was no one who wept for the deceased even if it was her funeral? There was a horrifying atmosphere hanging around the hall.

Despite everything, the priest’s prayer brought over the gloom.

It wasn’t a very well-known priest who hosted the funeral. His appearance as he recited his prayer in his white ceremonial dress looked faithful indeed. However, if he was truly someone who knew about honor, he wouldn’t be there even after he had received the offer of gold coins.

When the priest’s prayer was finished, the ceremony would almost be completed as well. All they had to do now was to conceal the coffin and lay her corpse in a hole which was already dug in advance.

It was around the time when several servants were preparing to move the coffin, as they had pledged to do so in advance.

A sudden rustling noise echoed especially loud in the ceremonial hall, which was engulfed in silence.

The priest cleared his throat to warn everyone to pay attention, as he was extremely concerned about his own prestige. He attempted to continue on with the prayer, but the commotion became even worse.

There were noises of rustling grass, something ungreased collided with bones and made some moves, and creaking trees. The small noises gathered in one place, and eventually, when people began to buzz, the priest couldn’t hold it in anymore as he stopped his prayer and opened his eyes.

Then the priest faced the main cause which had perturbed people that much.

White hair gushed out like a waterfall. The soft-looking hair texture somehow looked even more like the cobwebs that were gathered in one place and got extracted into long fibers rather than skeins of white threads.

Her eyelashes trembled and revealed crimson pupils behind her opened eyelids. The pupils had the tone which reminded people of the heart of a living creature rather than ruby-like jewels.

Her whole body was as white as snow except for her crimson eyes which were condensed with blood. Since she was the only one who wore a white dress among black mourning clothes, she seemed like a being from the outer world. She was quiet, cold, and pale.

The priest realized why the small noises which he heard at first were particularly loud. It was because he stood closer to the coffin. The priest screamed out to God deep inside and recited a prayer.

Unfortunately, it didn’t bring forth any effect.

The resurrected corpse was starting to move now. It started by bending its hands, squeezing its fist, blinking its eyes and finally turned its head. It seemed exactly like something, not a person, was dealing with an unfamiliar body.

It stared at the chandelier swaying on the ceiling and soon scanned through the people in the ceremonial hall. Those who met its gaze flinched and stopped their breaths while covering their mouths.

As soon as its gaze finally reached the priest, he fully understood why people showed such a reaction. It was as if he was witnessing a masterpiece with human eyes embedded in it. The eyes of the painting even moved and stared at him.

It was better for him to flee even if he had to bite his tongue or strangle himself to death now that he was seen by the eyes of something sinister that should not have existed or awakened.
Rather, it would be more natural for a masterpiece to walk out of its canvas or for a sculpture which was sculpted exquisitely with all of the sculptor’s might to pose as a human being than this to happen. If compared to them, it was more akin to a resurrected marionette which was tied to the puppeteer’s threads.

“…What’s my name?”

Finally, human language was even muttered from its mouth. Having taken over Evangeline Rohanson’s body, it grinned with intense satisfaction after it had adapted to its new body.

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I appear to have been transmigrated after all.

The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a glittering chandelier. For the record, it looked quite expensive. While making a guess at the chandelier’s price, I deeply recalled how I died.

I didn’t die of an illness because my original body was healthy. I hadn’t gotten a job yet, so I didn’t die from overwork, and I didn’t get hit by a car while saving an animal or a child either. I had also never met God or a shady fortuneteller. No matter how much I pondered, it seemed like I transmigrated after only falling asleep.

‘No matter how transmigration has become a buzzword recently, is it okay to pick someone to transmigrate so sloppily like this? Well, it’s not that important because it has been done anyway.’

I had already been transmigrated, yet I attempted to reminisce about my past life. The crucial factor was this body I transmigrated to.

Was it because my transmigration was done half-heartedly? There was no recollection of the original body owner. ‘Looking at her hands, it doesn’t seem like she’s a child. Now that it’s spilled milk, isn’t it better for me to be placed inside a younger body?’ Since I knew nothing about this body’s owner, I felt like I had to push on, using memory loss as an excuse.

Seeing her white hair and beautiful hands, it was obvious that she was nobility, but there wasn’t any character that I could recall. ‘I thought the norm for this kind of thing was that people transmigrate into the book that they like the most or the one that they have previously read.’

I had no favorite book, and the one that I recently read and enjoyed was a martial arts book where there was a heavenly demon who had a regression. It was the book I had read the most recently; thus, it was the one I could remember the most clearly. However, just by looking at the chandelier, it wasn’t a martial arts novel. ‘If I transmigrated into a martial arts story, I must have died in a violent manner, so this is a relief…’

‘It can’t be helped.’

I didn’t believe I could get an answer on my own. I should get help from my surroundings at times like this. I had to throw a question to the old guy who sat with a blank face next to me. He looked exactly like a priest, from the clothes that he wore to the thick holy book that he held. There was nothing strange for a priest to stand next to me if the setting of the character that I transmigrated into was a weak one. Such a setting made it easier for me to go on with a memory loss excuse.

‘Come to think of it, where is this?’ I glanced around once.

I freaked out for a moment. ‘Why are there so many people?’ No wonder I felt a strong sense of presence somewhere; it turned out that all the people in this room were staring at me. Everyone was wearing black clothes and holding their breath quietly. I guessed I wasn’t in my right mind to finally notice this now.

I didn’t notice it because I was too distracted by the unfamiliar ceiling, but this wasn’t even a bedroom. Because it felt soft, I thought I was in a bedroom. It was full of flowers now that I looked at it. ‘Cherry blossoms? Or are they plum blossoms? No wonder I smelled something fragrant somewhere.

…Wait. The place I’m in seems to be somewhat familiar…

No way, is this a coffin? Have I been lying down in a coffin? Don’t tell me, am I in the middle of a funeral procession? And that’s why the people here are wearing black clothes?’
My head felt dizzy.

It wasn’t uncommon for someone to transmigrate into a dead person’s body. Typically, if people transmigrated into the body of someone who lived well, the readers would feel sorry for the former owner of the body, so I frequently saw plots in which the characters transmigrated into someone with a death flag hanging over them or the body of a dead child. ‘But still, how come I transmigrated in the middle of a funeral?

No wonder people are looking at me as if they’re witnessing a ghost!

Shouldn’t I have been transmigrated right after she died?’ The carelessness was so great that I even spotted a consistency in it.

The priest next to me seemed to be holding his breath now.

If I placed myself in the priest’s shoes, I would think that there was a revived corpse. I thought that I needed to sort it out somehow, but what should I say? ‘Ta-da! You thought I was dead, right? There was a hidden camera! I don’t know. I should at least say something. Ah! I should say this before everything else.’

“What’s my name?”

For reference, I omitted honorifics because it was obvious that I transmigrated into nobility.

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The name of the body that I transmigrated into was Evangeline Rohanson.

‘Yeah. As expected, I don’t know her.’

It had already been two days since I transmigrated. On the first day, I was caught and harassed by a priest and a doctor, and on the second day, I prioritized figuring out the information about Evangeline and this world.

By inference, it was a transmigration into a villainess.

Whenever the servants looked at me, they bowed their heads, and they trembled whenever they talked to me. Moreover, I even saw people who fainted when they spotted me while I was taking a walk. A younger maid was even dragged away into custody after her mouth was covered when she begged me to save her. The former owner of this body must have been so vicious for her to be like that. ‘She should have lived nicer.’

Moreover, Evangeline had red eyes.

According to the romance fantasy novel, the only people who could have red eyes were those with evil tendencies. Generally, it was because red was considered an ominous color, and people would abuse and shun it. Then, she would be comforted by the sweet nothing told by the male lead of the novel, who said, “I think it’s pretty, though?” without any special meaning, and afterward she would have a crush on him so easily.

In addition, Evangeline was the only daughter of Count Rohanson. Her mother died young, and the only members of the household were the father and his daughter. It seemed that the relationship between the two wasn’t that good because it had been two days since I transmigrated, but I hadn’t seen her father’s face yet. The father of a villainess was either a jerk or a sucker for his daughter; it was always one of those two extreme opposite poles. However, her father did not come to see her even after her daughter was resurrected, proving that he was the former.

‘Apart from those, I don’t know anything else.’

I had no fiancée as well. Usually in romance fantasy, the crown prince is the male lead, so I looked into him before everything else, but the crown prince in this world was already a middle-aged man and had two children. There was no northern archduke, nor were there any saintesses or saints.

To be frank, I only knew about those by asking or gathering the information from the maids.

I tried to search the room just in case there would be a diary, but I found none. Even if I found it, I wouldn’t be able to read it anyway. because I became illiterate.

‘To think that I can’t even read letters, how come there’s such a careless transmigration? Does it make sense for me to not be able to read letters when I don’t have any trouble speaking?’ It was impossible for me to go to the library and gather information from it because I can’t read.

As a result, I ended up learning a second language. something that I had never done before the transmigration.

The maid was so confused when I said that I couldn’t read. I didn’t know that I would witness such a great tremble of someone’s pupils here. Still, it seemed that memory loss was a good excuse because she said that she would buy an alphabet book for me.

‘Because the book will come tomorrow, today is the time for a house tour!’