My reward? Being framed for poisoning my half-sister and thrown to the wolves.
I clawed through every miserable job just to stay alive, but as death finally came for me… memories of my past life rushed back. That’s when the horrifying truth hit me: I was trapped inside a reverse-harem game, and my dear half-sister was the heroine.
Worse yet, my role in all this?
‘…A disposable pawn meant to die for the main character?’
Refuse, and the heroine’s elite guard will hunt me down with drawn blades. How is a penniless, backgroundless fifteen-year-old supposed to survive that?
If that’s how it’s going to be, I only have one choice left.
‘I’ll just have to swap out my dad.’
My target for the upgrade? The undisputed leader of the continent’s premier assassin guild.
“Daddy—!”
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“…Is how I shall address you, my lord! Please adopt me!”
Fun fact: he’s actually the Duke’s hidden son. Nice to meet you, future Dad.
‘Is she trying to catch me off guard with food so she can strike?’
Ridiculous. A frail hand that looks like nothing more than skin stretched over bone is hardly a threat.
Just as Aslan moved to subdue her, Yustea reached into her coat and swiftly whipped something out, sliding it toward him with absolute gravity.
“I made this in secret… It’s a sausage.”
“…”
What is wrong with this child?
Yet, as chaotic shouts echoed in the background—
“That bastard is taking off with the pot!”
“You’re dead meat if we catch you!”
—one thing became glaringly obvious: this sausage was going to taste incredible.
