The Duke’s Softest Strongest Cutie

"Ah, no way... nooo..."

I’m sure I died after being stabbed by my ex-fiancé’s sword, but I ended up transmigrating somewhere strange. As a little child.

Because I resembled the deceased wife of the duke, I get pampered by the family I end up entangled with.

"A grilled glutinous rice cake." (my father, the Eastern Duke)

"You look like a pumpkin rice cake, and yet you’re so cute. What are you even good for?" (my older brother, who will become the next Eastern Duke)

"Hm? The trees in this garden seem to bear injeolmi." (my brother-in-law, the Southern Duke)

"You’re just a fluffy bean-powder rice cake at a glance." (my maternal grandfather, the Northern Duke)

"Where did this soft, bouncy baekseolgi roll down from? Want to be my son’s bride?" (the Western Duke, and future mother-in-law?)

Why does this world even have rice cakes in it?

"Hic. Wha’s that? What’s alcohol? Show me too? Th-then I’ll have some."

Lafi, drunk on liquor chocolate.

Whatever. Since I’m already a rice cake, I may as well live like one.

A handsome, broad-chested, youthful-looking father who goes out to handle affairs; a cool older sister; an older brother who even dares to rebel against their father; a brother-in-law who loves his sister-in-law; a nephew who wants to marry his aunt; Ciel, the black cat who got stepped on when I rolled while trying to pee; "I’M YOUR GRANDPA!" and even nephews old enough to be my uncles from the maternal side.

"Nephews, show me some cute tricks. I’ll give you a treat."

My family multiplied in an instant, and they’re so good to me that I can’t escape it.

But the awful imperial family and the church are scheming together to brand me the child of ruin and kill me.

Hah! Do I look crazy? I may have died young, but this is my third life! I’m not that easy to mess with.

After becoming a character in a book and transmigrating into another world #female lead #capable heroine #rice-cake heroine #coming-of-age #raising children #the family is overpowered #lighthearted