I had evolved into a damn cool transmigrator who could read letters.

Now that I could read alphabets, it was time to open Evangeline’s diary. ‘Let’s find the summoning spell in the meantime and summon a spirit or a dragon, then elevate myself into a power gamer!’

I had gotten myself ready when Pudding sat on my lap immediately. I opened the diary with an amused and devoted mind, along with Pudding.

March 9??, 370.
I met Count Rohanson.

It had been a long time since I read a diary that didn’t start on January 1??.

‘Come to think of it, what year is it now?’

“What year is it?”

“It’s year 392 according to the Imperial Calendar.”

I asked Henna about the year; she had become much closer to me these days.

‘392?’ I looked at the date again. ‘So it’s more than 20 years ago.’ Then this was not Evangeline’s diary. I got it wrong.

August 9??, 370.
That man asked me to marry him.

The owner of the diary seemed to be Evangeline’s mother after all. There were sentences that stated she had recently married Count Rohanson. It seemed that she wasn’t the type to write long letters, as the contents of the diary were short and the dates leapt quickly.

August 19??, 370.
My father had ordered me to stop the marriage. He stated that it was obvious that the man had asked me to marry him to aim for my Duke household. My father hasn’t even seen him in person! He said he really loved me. He said that it’s okay even if I don’t have money.

Evangeline’s mother seemed to be the third child of the duke. Unfortunately, there wasn’t any precise record of her family name. It was no wonder, considering that she was a well-off duke’s daughter who fell in love with a count she met by accident and married him despite her family’s disapproval. She must have been disowned by her family.

April 2??, 371.
I should have listened to my father’s words. I want to go back to the Duke household.

However, Count Rohanson’s aim was money, and after he devoured all the dowries brought by Evangeline’s mother, their relationship became distant. As soon as I read it, I couldn’t help but think about how cliché it was.

Anyhow, it was telling me to adhere to Evangeline’s late mother’s household instead of Count Rohanson. There were some story settings where the grandpa loves his daughter, so he searches for his late daughter in his granddaughter.

‘But… isn’t that the case for a baby?’ Evangeline was already too big to be taken care of as a baby; it was probably too late to walk through the route of getting people to fall for me as a baby. ‘Darn it, if only I had been transmigrated a couple years earlier!’

The diary’s sentences were getting longer as the days went by. It seemed like she was pouring her heart into the diary because there was no one else she could disclose her feelings to. As I read it even more, perhaps the handwriting was getting stranger, as there were letters I couldn’t read. It seemed like the content of the letters was changed as well.

‘The most important thing is the summoning spell…’

[ 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 ]

‘Excuse me? There’s an error in the translation here! Still, I’m able to find out about this after doing some patches in the translation for such a long time!’

It seemed that the patches were not enough after all. Anyway, I felt like I had seen the letters somewhere.

‘Let’s just roughly read the letters that I can read. So… it tells me to defile the earth and draw a circle with my hand? What does it mean with the thorny tree and grapes? Is it telling me to grow red beans on a green bean tree? What the heck does it mean?’

‘What am I going to summon, anyway?’ The letters were already broken, and since the content was unnecessarily difficult, I had zero idea about what it was talking about.

It was the reason why top-class professors earned a lot of money. It would be much better if the steps I should take were clearly aligned with numbers like 1. Draw a circle. 2. Summon, or something like that.

‘My head hurts. I need some time. I should leave this be until the translations are all patched. The paper won’t run away anyway.’

‘Where did it go?’

It ran away.

The paper I put on the desk completely vanished. The diary was still there; it was only the paper that was missing. I couldn’t find it even after I searched throughout the whole room.

“Henna, did you perhaps see the paper on the desk?”

“No…”

‘I have been in my room all day long, so when is it gone? The only time I left my room was when I took a walk yesterday. No way, did someone clean it up when I wasn’t in my room because they thought it was trash?’

‘I haven’t even translated it yet! I haven’t summoned anything yet! This is why I shouldn’t be lazy!’

First of all, I needed to know who cleaned it. It was only then that I was able to ask them about the paper’s whereabouts. I grabbed a servant who was walking by.

“Who came into my room yesterday?”

“Ye-yesterday? I-it’s Donau, Milady.”

“Where is he now?”

“About that… Donau is not coming here today, so…”

‘No way, is this the dine and dash that I’ve only heard before?’

Come to think of it, the letters might have looked strange only to me because of a translation error and seemed normal to other people. He must have seen a hella cool summoning method while cleaning my room and snatched it away. ‘If he cleaned it up thinking it was trash, there’s no reason for him to be absent without permission today!’

“…Did Donau perhaps do anything wrong?”

“Of course. He appears to have taken my belongings.”

Evangeline was a villainess, but the setting of this story was that she was secretly bullied. I stayed still because I didn’t want to slap others in the face and show off my status, but I guessed I had to fire him earlier without having to slap him. ‘Is there nothing else for him to steal so he has to steal the route of a power gamer in this world?’

“Tell the others that I’ll cut the heads off anyone who touches my belongings in the future.”

‘Y’all heads! I will give all of you a taste of my authority.’

Afterward, I went to the butler and received Donau’s address. I didn’t expect that I would go outside due to this unfortunate reason for the first time after I transmigrated here.

Henna, who lived nearby, accompanied me because I wasn’t very familiar with the geography. Pudding seemed to know that we were going for a walk as the cat clung to me.

After I told the horseman about the address, he dropped us off on the outskirts, far away from the mansion. From then on, Henna led the way.

“It’s here.”

‘Finally, I arrived! Wait for me, you thief; I’ll reclaim my power gamer route in this world!’

I didn’t want to waste my time for shit by knocking, so I kicked the door.

•                    •                    •

“…Hmph…Urgh!”

A girl twisted her body. ‘Doesn’t she get tired?’ Donau kicked his tongue when he heard a groan that interrupted his reading as he was drinking his tea carefreely on a chair.

Her mouth was shut, but it was possible for him to interpret her words. It was obvious what she would say anyway. ‘Save me; I was wrong.’ It would be such a servile plea. ‘Heheh, it’s funny; she doesn’t even know what she did wrong, yet she blindly begged like that.’

Donau soon turned his eyes away from the girl, whom he treated like a bug.

There were no curtains, so he covered the window with wooden boards in a hurry and nailed it in case someone would peek inside. A red light leaked through the small gap. The sun was already setting.

There really wasn’t much time left. The scarlet light was gone, and soon darkness was about to emerge.

Donau stared at the paper he was reading with a lovely gaze.

It was a slip of paper that Donau picked up from the Rohanson household, where he worked. He found this treasure last night while tidying up Evangeline Rohanson’s room.

It was something that an ordinary person would have regarded as a child’s joke. However, as someone who worked in the Rohanson household, Donau recognized it as the real deal through his superbly discerning eye.

Evangeline Rohanson was resurrected after she lost her life by hanging her body. What else could do that except the devils?

His idiotic co-workers were terrified by a mere girl and made a fuss, saying that she was possessed by a ghost or had become the devil. ‘Low level trash! The important thing is how to save Evangeline Rohanson!’

‘Also, who summoned the devil?’

It was only Donau who was able to notice the reason why

Evangeline Rohanson’s mother’s family was the Josaquin household. Count Rohanson had been receiving tremendous medical aid from the Duke family on the pretext that Evangeline had been ill since she was a child.

While cleaning the count’s office, Donau witnessed a dizzyingly long feast of numbers. Perhaps it was thanks to the fact that he peeked at the documents that he could still remember them vividly.

However, when Evangeline died, all the money would disappear. That was why the count of Rohanson made a contract with the devil to resurrect his daughter!

‘That damned count! Even if he pretended to be a nice guy, he’s still a noble jerk who’s obsessed with money!’ Donau had already guessed the count’s dirty intentions a very long time ago.
Donau would be a much more decent aristocrat than someone like Count Rohanson.

[You will be amazed as you greet the angel of light, who will turn the earth around and descend to worship the grapes that grow from a thorny tree and the thistle that bears figs.]

The preparation was finished.

He kidnapped a girl who was hanging around outside. Donau had also drawn a pattern on the ground using his blood to summon the devil. Because he drew such a large pattern, Donau’s arms and fingers were covered in blood-soaked knife marks.

‘Now I only have to wait until the sun goes down and summon the devil in exchange for that girl’s life…’

Donau memorized the procedure over and over again before tearing the paper into small pieces and swallowing them. He was eating dry paper, but it appeared to him that he was eating well-ripened fruit.

He couldn’t let just anyone see such special information. It was only he who could have such a special chance.

“Finally!”

And finally, the day was getting darker. Donau scratched a match and lit the candle.

After picking up a well-sharpened knife from the table, Donau danced while only being accompanied by gasping breaths. It was a waltz, which is commonly danced by a gentleman. The candlelight swayed, and the shadow reflected on the wall shook following Donau’s movement.

Donau imagined his future after summoning the devil while dancing with the shadow as his partner. not inside this old house, but his appearance under the brilliant chandelier.