It seemed like she had been sobbing in the darkness for a long time. Lara engraved her solemn determination in her heart, her tears still flowing.

Her brother had always comforted and helped her when she was having a hard time or was sick. The only person who could save her from that horrible piece of human garbage was herself. If not herself, who else could save her brother?

‘How can I save my brother… my brother? Tell me! I will do anything, anything.’

<You are the one I have chosen, Lara Schmord.>

The voice was kind, as if it fully understood Lara’s desperate feelings.

<From now on, the fate of this world will be in your hands.>

* * *

Lara opened her eyes. Her eyes were wet, as if she had cried while sleeping. She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand and raised her upper body, and the unfamiliar scenery of the room came into view. “Are you awake?”

“… … ?”

An unfamiliar low voice was heard from not far away. Lara turned her head with a start, and a man sitting on the sofa caught her eye. “I was looking for you while you were sleeping… … .”

The man sat up, trailing off. His eyes, slanted like the moon in the night sky, were beneath his dark purple hair.

“I wonder if he was disappointed because it wasn’t you.” “… Ah.”

A hollow laugh flowed from his smooth lips, as if it was a joke.

“Your brother earnestly asked me to bury you in the imperial cemetery if you never opened your eyes. He said he had to boil something urgently, so I was guarding the place instead.”

Although Lara swore to God that she would not play with food, she vowed that when she returned to the mansion, the first thing she would do was hang the human garbage with spaghetti noodles.

“I saw you opened your eyes, so I’ll go now. Your face still looks pale, so I think it would be better to rest a bit more.”

A light breeze passed by, caressing Lara’s hair from the low fluttering hem of her cloak. When she tried to ask his name, he had already left the guest room door.

Who could this bold man who impersonated the emperor be?

Lara felt a tickle near her heart for no reason. This was the first time she had seen him today. Resting her chin, Lara stared at the blue crescent moon hanging on the edge of the window frame. For some reason, she thought it resembled the eyes of the man she had just seen.

After leaving the duke’s guest room, Lara heard from the servant that Princess Elina was waiting for her in the reception room.

She was worried that she had ruined her birthday, which only came once a year, by collapsing. She was ashamed to face the main character of the banquet.

‘I will have to accept any kind of criticism… … .’

Lara was guided to the reception room and carefully entered the door. Without even looking at the sofa across from her, she lowered her head and cried.

“I’m sorry for bothering you in many ways… … .”

“No, it’s okay.”

“No, it’s okay.”

“No, it’s okay.”

“No, it’s okay.”

“No, it’s okay.”

Lara wondered if her ears had gone weird. When she raised her head belatedly, her eyes seemed to have gone weird this time. Things seemed to have increased to five. ‘The princesses were quintuplets… … .’

The princesses Elina, each wearing a different dress, sat in a row on the long sofa. Their faces were all eerily similar, but their expressions were slightly different.

<Elina, she is the heroine of this world.>

At that moment, Lara put her hand to her ear at the sacred voice she heard. She covered her ears slightly, but it seemed like the sound she kept hearing was not coming from outside, but a sound that was only echoing in her head.

‘The princess is the female protagonist? Oh, by the way, the title of the novel is… … .’

<That’s right. The world of ‘Elina’s Five Men’ revolves around her.>

‘… No, before that, who on earth is the female protagonist? It’s not like I only see five of them now, right?’

<Horribly, the cliché that there is only one female protagonist has been destroyed. It’s the work of an evil non-cliche.>

‘Oh, crazy.’

It was blasphemous to curse in front of a god. However, Lara didn’t even realize that fact. When she slightly raised her head, ten silver eyes turned to me.

“Why are you doing that?”

“Why are you doing that?”

“Why are you doing that?”

“Why are you doing that?”

“Why are you doing that?”

The women with beautiful features tilted their small, fair-faced faces to the side. The silver hair that fell in a gentle curve shone brightly. Round ears were revealed between the hair and a slender chin was gradually revealed.

It was scary. If it had been just one person, it would have been a feast for the eyes, but when it was multiplied by 5, it was creepy because it felt like looking at a beautiful raccoon.

Lara wished it was a dream. The Elina princesses chatted leisurely, whether they knew her confused feelings or not.

“It seems that Lady Shumord is confused, so let’s decide the order. Who wants to be 1?”

“You take 1. I want 4.”

“I’ll take 2! Make it 2!” “Then I’ll take 3.”

“Then I’ll take 5. Hehe.”

Elina 1, Elina 2, Elina 3, Elina 4, and Elina 5 each showed different reactions. Only then did Lara see that their personalities were different. The voices were the same, but the speech and intonation were strangely different.

<It’s nice to see the female leads, whose personalities changed with each remake, gathered in one place like this.>

‘This isn’t some kind of female lead meeting, wasn’t it supposed to be a reverse harem? Five female leads and five male leads? Isn’t it just a group meeting?!’

Shin didn’t answer. And after a while, she spoke politely.

<It definitely has to go according to the cliche. Your role is to help the female leads and male leads fall in love safely.>

‘Are you going to keep the story going like this? Even though the female leads are in a terrible state… …?’

<I think it’s better than being outnumbered by the male leads.> ‘What, what kind of fight are you having? You don’t know what a reverse harem is?!’

Shin ignored the extra’s words and spoke solemnly again.

<We have to hurry.>

“Miss Schmord, are you okay? “Since you haven’t spoken since a while ago… … .” “Miss Schmord, what are you thinking about?”

“Miss Schmord, why don’t you go back soon?”

“Miss Schmord, I heard you suddenly collapsed. Do you have a chronic illness?”

“Miss Schmord, I can use my divine powers. If it’s okay, I’ll cure you.” “Hoho… … ! Thank you, but I think I should go back now.”

<In order to encourage the protagonists to act according to the cliche, we created the cliche reward system. Every time you act in a cliche, you’ll get one thing you secretly wish for.>

The god seemed quite pleased with his idea, but Lara’s mind was filled with the image of a dog owner who gives his dog a treat every time it poops on the litter box.

Lara sighed. At this, Elina and the others rushed over, wondering if his health had gotten worse after he collapsed.

“No, I’m fine… …! You need to call the attending physician… … . No, what if you shoot divine power at him!”

<… I don’t know if there’s anything left in this world that can be called a cliché.>

Amidst the commotion, Lara didn’t hear the god’s empty muttering.

* * *

<Get up, chosen one. You must get up. The world is in your hands. Every minute and every second is critical. It’s only a matter of time before the power of the non-cliche swallows up this world. If things continue this way, the romance fantasy world will be ruined, the contract will be canceled, and the bankbook… … .>

“… Ugh, today is Sunday.”

Lara felt like she was going to die from the forced wake-up. Even crawling under the covers and covering her ears with a pillow didn’t help. When she realized later that it was a voice coming from inside her, she really wanted to die.

As the god’s nagging continued, her mind became clearer and clearer. Sleep was far away, but her body and mind were extremely tired. She desperately needed sleep. Lara, who reluctantly woke up like a zombie, sat blankly in the dim room and checked her watch.

“No, it’s still 4:30 in the morning!! It hasn’t even come up yet!”

<The heroine is already up and exercising.>

The princesses Elina and Lara couldn’t sleep, so Lara thought she wanted to shoot them with a tranquilizer gun and fall asleep with them.

<The early bird catches the worm.> ‘The early worm gets eaten… … .’

<If you can’t avoid it, enjoying it is also a good idea.> ‘If you can’t enjoy it, you have to avoid it somehow… … .’

<Now, hurry up, chosen one. Of course, I’m under the blanket.>

The image of the god playing a phone game under the warm blanket appeared in her mind. Shh. Lara changed her clothes without washing her face. She put on a simple one-piece dress that was enough for a light walk and sat in front of the dressing table, roughly combing her hair.

In the mirror, a girl with long coral hair swept over her shoulders and swollen eyes was in sight.

‘… Ah, I want to die.’

<I don’t plan on taking you with me yet.>

‘You don’t have to accept everything…’ She muttered to herself… ‘No, I have to thought of it alone.’

Lara got up weakly and opened the door and went out. She woke up the coachman who was sleeping and asked him to go to the Duke of Liniot’s mansion.

Lara got off around the Duke’s mansion and approached the guards guarding the mansion’s gate and told them to tell the princess that she had come to see her.

The guards all looked at Lara with the same expression. As if she was the only crazy woman who had come at the crack of dawn in the entire history of the Duke of Liniot’s family. “Would you please wait a moment?”

Hiding his embarrassment, the sentry hurriedly ran into the gate. After a while, he returned and began to guide her to the mansion’s martial arts hall, saying, “The princess is waiting in the martial arts hall.”

Things went smoothly. Lara, who entered the dome-shaped martial arts hall, was inwardly amazed by the spacious and comfortable space, which was more spacious than she had imagined. Her family also had a martial arts hall, but it was not comparable.

Perhaps because it was open on all sides, it seemed even wider than the banquet hall of the duke’s mansion. In the center of the martial arts hall, which was covered with flat dirt, a woman was swinging a sword. Following the sharp blade, silver eyes sparkled earnestly.