The day my family was ruined, I realized the truth:
I had reincarnated into the reverse-harem novel, ‘A Night of Entwined Serpents’, a story I’d read over and over in my previous life.
Determined to escape my fate as the Crown Prince’s mistress, destined to meet a miserable end, I fled straight to a foreign monastery.
One day, I was fortunate enough to secure a decent life as a high level priestess, skilled at healing. But then, one day, Lionel—the female protagonist’s older brother—stormed into the monastery.
His entire body was drenched in blood.
My three years of peace in the monastery meant nothing; I was dragged back to the capital, now assigned as the personal healer for the protagonist, Vivian.
Thus began my perilous daily life, as the three male protagonists of the original story began to appear one by one at the mansion.
The only thing keeping me going day by day was Lionel, who always seemed to show up at the right moment to rescue me from trouble.
“If you marry me, I’m sure you’ll abandon any thought of returning to the monastery.”
The man, once the embodiment of chastity in the novel, suddenly proposes…?
To make matters worse, the contract is filled with suspicious clauses:
Celebrating every little anniversary, actively meddling in each other’s personal lives…
This love, this marriage, this novel.
It feels cozy, but is it really okay?
