Special Benefits for Possessors

It’s the era of a nationwide possession craze.

I wanted to be born as a cute childcare heroine and be loved to bits.

Instead, I possessed a transmigration target no one wants: the overwhelmingly frustrating infinite regression novel <Seguhoe>.

I ended up as Aillet, the young daughter of a servant, not even the daughter of a doomed count’s family, with S-class survival difficulty.

But in a warm shelter made up of a kind but somewhat lacking older brother and father,

I also gained a best friend whose tastes suit me perfectly, someone I never would have made if I hadn’t been struggling to survive,

and even the gods of the possession management bureau who openly favor me are surprisingly reliable.

On top of that, with the 'possession life insurance' package I happened to hear about right before death,

I rapidly grew stronger and worked hard to destroy the original story.

I came to this miserable plot field to sprinkle cider on it while showered with so many privileges one wouldn’t envy others.

But...

"You wiped your face with a hand that had dirt on it."

"......"

"Don’t be surprised. I have an obligation to be kind."

The male lead, Tesilid, is still just a handsome sprout of a pumpkin waiting to ripen.

Why is he not pretending with me?