My Duke Won’t Die!

When I woke up after being sick day and night, I had arrived in a completely different world.

In the world of *The End of the Abyss*, a novel I read all the way through only because my favorite character appeared in it, a world that gives off the smell of a bleak and depraved mess just from the title.

My favorite character, chosen just from the face on the cover, was actually a mad crown prince who carried out brutal tyranny,

and the body I had possessed belonged to an unnamed extra hunter living in a village constantly invaded by monsters.

Monster hunters were lowly people who could not even enter the capital.

But if I ever met him, it would be best to avoid the insane crown prince.

“If my favorite! isn’t there! I! can’t! finish! this book! Waaaah!”

So Ela spent three hard years shouting that she wanted to see her favorite while also desperately thinking she must not meet him.

That contradiction continued until a man appeared who matched her exact taste so perfectly that she even forgot the face of her favorite.

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“That man..."

“‘That man’? You mean the noble? Why?”

“So..."

“So?”

He’s insanely handsome.

Ela barely swallowed the last words and let out a breath she hadn’t even realized she was holding.