Returning to my small studio apartment after a tiring day and reading a romance fantasy novel on my phone was my daily routine. The most recent one I read was a novel with the cheesy title 『The Rose of the North』. It was a story about a handsome, stoic Grand Duke falling in love with a bright, bubbly female lead, overcoming all obstacles together, and promising eternal love.

However, while reading the novel, I somehow grew fond of the second male lead. Jane Silverton, a man of fragile and kind disposition. A pure twenty-two-year-old young man who, wanting to avoid conflict with his brother over the succession of the Marquisate, had already yielded all his rights and lived quietly in the temple. The first thing he ever wanted in his life was the female lead, Cecilia. He fell in love at first sight when he saw her visiting the temple with the Grand Duke on the day the temple was opened for the Grand Festival. But as in all such novels, his love never bore fruit; he merely helped Cecilia from afar whenever she was in danger, only to lose her forever to another man's arms. Jane, who couldn't even win over the person he wanted most in life and remained alone until the end. It's true my heart went out to him, but...

I fell asleep while reading the side story where Jane leaves the empire to study abroad after Cecilia and the Grand Duke's wedding. But when I opened my eyes, I was greeted by luxurious bedding and a high ceiling that could never be found in my studio. Moreover, such a soft bed. The one I used was just a cheap thirty-dollar mattress. Unable to even scream from shock, I stumbled out of bed and looked in the mirror, nearly fainting. A delicate beauty I had never seen in my life stood before the mirror. It took a few days here to finally get a grasp of the situation. I had entered the world of 『The Rose of the North』 and become Jane Silverton.

But there is one strange thing...