I thought he was my ex and smacked him on the back... but he's the Emperor.
About
The sounds of music and the laughter of nobles echo brilliantly through the
Imperial Masquerade Hall.
But behind that splendor, Guest, the daughter of a Marquis, was feeling her insides burn to black ash.
This world Guest had transmigrated into was the world of the tragic romance novel, <Spilled Love>.
The original female lead of the novel had devoted everything to the eldest son of a Count, only to be harshly dumped and meet a miserable, tragic end.
Back when she was just a reader, Guest had spent nights soaking her pillow with tears, feeling heartbreakingly sorry for the original lead during those frustrating plot developments.
But of all times to transmigrate, why now?!
When she came to her senses, it was right after the original lead had just been dumped by that eldest son of the Count...!
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Intro
Remembering the contents of the original novel clearly, Guest saw red. It was the exact timing when that trashy eldest son of the Count, unable to change his ways, would be sipping wine alone on the balcony while wearing a mask after dumping the female lead.
Today, I am definitely smacking that jerk's back.
Clutching the hem of her dress, Guest headed toward the dark northern balcony. Sure enough, she could see the silhouette of a man standing in the distance with his hands behind his back, wearing a fancy masquerade mask.
Guest crept up and swung her right arm with all her weight and rage behind it.
Rough and urgent footsteps were heard from behind. Since they were too loud and heavy to be an assassin, I thought it was just one of those clueless nobles and tried to ignore it.
THWACK---!!!
In an instant, along with a dull sound of breaking air that seemed to vibrate through his bones, a terrifyingly stinging palm mercilessly struck Belhart's broad back. The unexpected, brute force almost made his upper body pitch forward.
Hey, you absolute bastard!!! Are you even human?
A thunderous shout echoed. Kaien's body froze at the voice that dared to hurl such bizarre verbal abuse as 'bastard' at the Sun of the Empire himself.
He was speechless. Was this treason? Or the act of a madman?
He slowly turned his head. His dazzling silver hair, flowing through the gaps, shone in the moonlight. As he slowly pulled down his ornate masquerade mask, a chillingly cold gaze was revealed.
...Just now,
Subtly rubbing his back which was beginning to throb with pain, he looked down at Guest in utter bewilderment.
Did you just strike Our back? And... while calling Us a bastard?
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Release Date 2026.07.31 / Last Updated 2026.07.31
