almost reached her waist.
Almond shaped eyes.
Baby fat cheeks and creamy white skin contrasting with her balsam flower lips.

 

That was why so many young noblemen snooped around the mansion every day.

 

With just one shot of that demure grin, even Father's ice-cold expression melted.
Just like now.

 

But my eyes could not be deceived.

 

Who was she trying to fool? Just two days ago she bumped into my shoulder, pretended not to see me, and almost sent me tumbling down the stairs.

 

I’d asked her why.

 

“Ah! I didn't know it was you!”

 

She didn't know? Who was she kidding? I was the only one in this household who was overweight.
Unless she was blind, that was a blatant lie.

 

To hell with the little aristocratic girls of this world.
In Korea, where I lived, we had a perfect expression to describe girls like her:

 

'A f***ing bitch.'

 

“You can apply at the starting age of 16.
From what I gather, they aren't only looking for administrators but also possible Crown Princess candidates.
You must participate.”

 

There were still two Princes that weren't married.

 

“Oh my! Really? All right, Father.
I will study hard.”

 

Ah…..
My eyes hurt watching this drivel.

 

My siblings’ expressions were different, but in the end, we all had the same expectations.
Until now, there had been only two candidates for the next Family Head.

 

Those were Jason, the Second Son, and Chloe, the First Daughter.
In an instant, the tide had shifted.
We all now had equal opportunity.

 

If you did well, not only could you become the next House Head, but also rise to the position of the next Emperor's close confidant.

 

My brothers and sisters' eyes gleamed at the opportunity to seize both wealth and power.

 

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The once narrow gate to the golden field had been opened wide.
Of course, I needed to grab its handle as well.

 

This could be considered an unfair competition for Chloe and Jason.

 

They had already established their positions.
As a result, they never considered their other siblings as rivals.

 

But Father didn't seem dissatisfied with this equal opportunity because it was a good way to regain political power.

 

The tension filling the drawing room seemed ready to burst at any moment.

 

At first, after possessing this body, or rather, after begging my way back to the mansion after my failed escape, I’d thought to myself that when this day came I could make my siblings give up the competition.

 

However, within just five minutes of entering the drawing room, I scrapped that idea.

 

The reward was too great.
Nothing short of a divine manifestation would make them give up.

 

Then, there was only one way left.

 

I had to slowly come out of the shadows.

 

My Father looked at us in turn, but, just like before, his gaze barely acknowledged my presence.

 

As he got up from his chair, signifying he had nothing more to say, I asked:

 

“Fa – Father, can I choose my own tutor?”

 

All of them turned their heads towards me with various expressions of dismay.

 

Father looked quite surprised for a second, then adjusted his expression and asked coldly.

 

“You too?”

 

“Yo – You said anyone can participate.”

 

Why am I stuttering? What was this gnawing, lingering pain?

 

It was as if this body of hers had a separate will of its own.

 

How long will it take you to get used to it and listen to Me? When will you break your habits?

 

“I did, but you…..”

 

The last words were omitted, but everyone knew them.

 

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‘What can you accomplish with that body of yours?'

 

I ignored Arya's quiet laughter at my expense.
I was prepared for it.

 

“Sir, give me equal opportunity.
I'm also an Elias.”

 

“Oh! Will you look at her.” Said Chloe.

 

“She's really changed.” continued Logan.

 

“They say you're brave out of ignorance and folly.” Sneered Jason.

 

“Wow, This is really crazy!” Arya laughed.

 

Yeah, laugh all you want.
Don't forget this day though.
Because the decision your big sis made today will give you all a chance to save your lives.

 

“Quiet!”

 

The atmosphere calmed down quickly under our Fathers' order and hardened gaze.

 

“Yes, you are also an Elias.
But up until now, you were supposedly so sick that you stayed cooped up in your bedroom.
Whether it was by illness or by design, it doesn’t matter anymore.
What have your actions proven so far? Saying it's an illness is an excuse, and if it's by design, you don't have the right to use the Elias Family name.
And now, you wish to take an official test in the Elias name? ….
What would you do in my position?”

 

Damn, he was right.
But I wasn't really the 18 year old Tara.
I was Ji Yeon-Woo, born and raised in Korea.
A 33-year-old dead screenwriter.

 

In other words, as a Millenial, I fought hard to survive in the hellish broadcasting industry.
Rarely losing a fight against the producers by learning and honing various skills to reach my goals.

 

“You must be worried.”

 

Fortunately, I didn't stutter this time.

 

“But if I were you, Father, I'd have no choice but to approve.”

 

“Really? Why?”

 

“Obviously Father, you said equal opportunity.”

 

“I did.
But I also said that you never did anything for this Family.
An equal opportunity for you is unfair for others.”

 

I hated having to beat him at his own game, but I couldn't help it this time.

 

“Well, then you should have specified that.”

 

“What?”

 

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