Escaping the Archduke of the North’s Obsession

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She used to send a lengthy review to her best friend,  wishing Isabella and Descartes to meet soon.

Unfortunately, she never got to the point where Descartes and Isabella met.

Her friend stopped sending her e-mails one day because she was too busy adapting to her new environment.

Then, she gradually forgot about the novel and her friend in her mind.

After such a long time, she happened to see the novel.

The novel “Ice Flower” that she was now in.

After reading the writer’s review, she remembered her friend’s novel that she had forgotten for a while

She wrote the story “Ice Flower” after the novel’s male protagonist she used to imagine when she was young.

At that time, she laughed at the review without much thought.

She thought that everyone had this kind of imagination, especially when young.

She might have enjoyed this novel more if she had recalled all of her memories about it.

Isabella’s name wasn’t supposed to be this important, but why did she suddenly remember it after that childhood memory?

If that’s the case, the author of the novel “Ice Flower” was—?

Isabella thought about it, but she shook her head to chase her ideas away.

What the hell was she thinking?

There is no way that such a ridiculous coincidence could happen, isn’t there?

“But it doesn’t make sense for me to transmigrate into this novel,” Isabella murmured and bit her nails in frustration.

It disturbed her that Descartes and Duke Kyar looked alike.

The world Isabella was in was almost similar to her friend’s novel.

Silver-hair.

Blue eyes.

She was the Spirit of Fire.

That person was too much to be an extra.

Maybe she just wanted to use a person who created medicine to save Seria and bring her to this particular world.

Isabella’s blue eyes wandered as she organized all the thoughts in her head.

When she died in her world and suddenly transmigrated into this novel, the Empire’s boundaries twisted.

Ignis also told her that the Spirit of Fire, King Ifrit, suddenly vanished.

“Ignis, you said King Ifrit disappeared the day I entered Isabella’s body, didn’t you?”

“That’s right!” Ignis said.
“I’m glad I was by your side, or I might have disappeared like any other fire spirit.”

Isabella had a bad feeling.

Perhaps the novel she should have transmigrated wasn’t supposed to be this novel.