Don’t Marry That Guy, Sis

I ended up inside a ridiculously common end-of-the-century male-oriented trash-light novel.

The family I possessed just happens to be a famous swordsmanship family, one that will later be smashed to pieces and ruined by the protagonist, one after another.

This house has three sons: the eldest, called a genius; the second, called a mad dog; and the third, who practically never shows his face and seems impossible to meet.

And I happen to be the youngest of this family.

In the original story, I was supposed to grow up reckless, become an extra who would basically volunteer to be the protagonist’s ninth wife, and die at the hands of my personality-trash eldest brother.

‘Big brothers! I’ll help you!’

First, to avoid the death flags, I fixed up the third brother, who became a hidden mastermind out of inferiority.

As I grew closer to my brother, it seemed like we were gradually creating a future different from the original—until-

“Hello, miss.”

My first brother, lacking in character, brought home a new sister-in-law.

She’s proper, and a pity! I know how hard she’s going to have it, so I can’t let this marriage happen!

And so, on top of the list of things I already had to do for my third brother, one more person was added.

“So, sis, don’t marry that bastard!”

A cute princess’s rehabilitation story for a villainous family!

<Unni, Don’t Marry That Guy!>