My Little Sister Is Actually the Female Lead in a RoFan?
Before I dive into any of that, let me start with something simple. A brief introduction. Name: Ivan. Age: 23 (previous life not included). Occupation: Archmage, Tower Master of the White Magic Tower. Notable trait: Reincarnator, I suppose.
As you can see, the oddities don't stop at one or two. The whole “previous life not included” bit, the fact that I reincarnated into another world, and even my job as an Archmage and Tower Master of a magic tower. My identity, packed with enough strange features to raise eyebrows even if there were only one, was exactly what you'd expect: a reincarnator who had died in modern Korea and woken up in this fantasy world. Fortunately, I possessed talent for magic and took an interest in it, which let me firmly establish myself as a legendary Archmage and Tower Master.
Looking at it that way, it sounds like the sweetest possible life. At least if we're only talking about this world. But when I remember my modern life, it's not quite so rosy.
I was born an orphan with no parents. As in any era, an orphan's life was hardly enviable. Never once feeling a parent's warmth, living under constant disregard and discrimination became the default setting. Naturally, even in that environment, I clawed my way forward with desperate effort. I actually got into S University—one of Korea's top schools—on a full scholarship, so a smooth road seemed to lie ahead. The problem came after that.
University, graduation, then landing a job at a major corporation. Up to that point it might sound fine, but it was my physical condition while working at the company that became the issue. Maybe because I'd pushed myself so hard for so long, my health had completely collapsed. Forcing myself to keep working in that state, I eventually died from overwork. At the ripe old age of twenty-seven.
Just hearing the story, you'd call it a tragic life. Never getting to enjoy myself, living only to work until I dropped dead. My one and only hobby was reading web novels, but even that I could only manage in stolen moments while commuting.
For someone like me, reincarnation into this world felt incredibly special.
I should live doing whatever I want.
That was the vow I made right after reincarnating. Luckily, my family here was noble. Not the high-ranking aristocrats that commonly appear in web novels—just a baron governing a remote rural territory. Even so, the background of a noble house was more than enough; it overflowed with the freedom to live exactly as I pleased.
My parents doted on me as well. I heard I was the child who came after two miscarriages. Thanks to that, I received the parental love I'd never known in my previous life in full measure.
Then, the year I turned ten, I thought:
Let's try using magic.
Any man born into a fantasy world would naturally want to use magic. Since I was a man, the desire was completely normal. It began as simple curiosity and longing—just the wish to try casting a spell once.
But who could have guessed? Studying magic turned out to be far more fun than expected. Moreover, I could use it without much difficulty even without anyone's guidance.
When my father saw this, he offered to hire a dedicated magic tutor, but I declined. There was no deep reason.
I just somehow feel like studying alone.
If I accepted someone's teaching, I'd inevitably face interference one way or another. Studying by myself was far more comfortable. And so my daily routine began with reading magic books and ended with reading magic books.
In a way, it wasn't all that different from my modern life, but that's only because I don't know any better. Magic studies were something I genuinely wanted to do, so I never grew tired of it no matter how many hours I spent, nor did it feel like overwork. I simply enjoyed it.
Time flowed endlessly like that. When I turned eighteen, my mastery had soared all the way to the 8th Tier.
For reference, the 8th Tier is the pinnacle of magic—the realm of an Archmage, an object of envy for every mage. Reaching it through pure self-study naturally caused an absolute uproar. Eventually word reached the Emperor, who summoned me. I was officially recognized as an Archmage and granted permission to establish my own tower. In the blink of an eye, our family rose from barons to counts.
It was a true reversal of fortune.
After that, I lived through all sorts of events for four years. By the time I reached the present, I had achieved the unprecedented feat of attaining the 9th Tier.
And my daily routine after reaching the 9th Tier was simple.
Let's do some research.
In truth, after reincarnating into this world, I never took much interest in what kind of world it was. Most protagonists would wonder what sort of setting they'd landed in and what might happen next, but I figured there was no need. I was already busy focusing on what I wanted to do. Since I'd reincarnated anyway, did I really need to know exactly what kind of story I'd been dropped into?
That was my mindset. But I ended up learning the truth of this world by pure coincidence.
It was the summer I turned twenty-three. I had left the tower for a short visit home. It had been a long time since I'd seen my family.
I had two younger siblings—a brother and a sister. Both had grown quite a bit since I'd last seen them.
“Son, the Second Prince sent a gift this time, didn't he? Along with a letter.”
My mother, whom I hadn't seen in ages, looked vibrantly alive. Despite the years, her face hadn't aged at all; if anything, she seemed even younger than before. And she was clearly delighted that a prince had sent a gift.
Looking at it, the gift was obviously a bribe meant to build a connection. Given how my existence had catapulted our family into prominence and made us practically the only mages of note in the empire, it wasn't strange for the imperial family to send presents like this…
“Oh my, it seems it's addressed to Reina?”
I quickly snatched the letter and scanned it.
To my beloved lady, Reina.
The very first line was already so ridiculously over-the-top it made my nose wrinkle. I pictured the Second Prince's face—that handsome visage with sharp, distinct features. That damn pretty-boy face had sent a gift to my little sister. Openly, no less. The political maneuvering was painfully obvious.
The imperial palace was a nest of endless power struggles. There was no way he wasn't approaching Reina for political reasons, trying to tie our rising family to the throne.
Should I kill him?
No, let's calm down a little. It was possible he had genuinely taken a liking to her.
As I continued reading the letter, my expression grew increasingly sour. From beginning to end it was nothing but endless declarations of how enormous his feelings were. I genuinely wanted to grind that face into the dirt.
Still… it does seem like he might actually like her.
While I was pondering, my mother pulled out another gift. No—gifts, plural. One after another.
“Let's see… this one seems to be from the North. Oh my, this is from the Red Magic Tower? And this one is from a foreign prince?”
The more my mother spoke, the more I felt something was off. Anyone would. A string of names that would make anyone panic if even one appeared kept coming one after another.
No matter how I looked at it, this was the classic setup of a romance fantasy novel. I could chalk everything up to coincidence if I really stretched it, but…
Wait… Reina?
A very long time ago, back when I was still a modern person before reincarnating, I had glimpsed a RoFan novel in passing. The heroine's name had been Reina. The moment I remembered that, I realized this world was inside a RoFan story.
And that my own little sister was the female lead.
Back at the White Magic Tower, I fell into deep thought.
The female lead of a RoFan…
Even after realizing this world was from a RoFan novel, nothing particularly changed. The only things I remembered were that I'd dropped it around chapter four and that the heroine's name was Reina.
What I was focusing on now was the future.
If she's the female lead, she'll get tangled up with a lot of men, won't she?
And not just any men—every single one of them would have rock-solid backgrounds. The thought of my little sister being targeted by those scoundrels made rage boil up inside me.
To discuss the matter, I called for a serious meeting with the one person I trusted most—my Deputy Tower Master.
“Livia. There shouldn't be any problem with me killing all the bastards targeting my little sister, right?”
To that, Deputy Tower Master Livia answered without the slightest flicker of emotion.
“If that is what you desire, Tower Master, then it is possible. However, shouldn't we consider how your sister would react to that fact?”
“That's true.”
Then what about tracking them down one by one and threatening them?
“That would be better to abandon as well.”
“How do you even know what I'm thinking?”
“Because it's obvious that you, Tower Master, would consider threatening them one by one to be a good idea.”
“...”
It was so perfectly on the mark that I couldn't refute it. Maybe it was because she came from the North, but her cold, sharp observational skills were truly impressive.
I let out a heavy sigh.
“Haah… Damn bastards daring to target my little sister. They're trash that wouldn't be enough even if I dragged them in as experimental materials.”
“Aren't you being a little too overprotective?”
Livia asked, as if she genuinely couldn't understand.
“I believe your sister is seventeen now. Isn't it about time you let her leave the nest? Besides, you barely even return home. Why are you suddenly so worried?”
“I suppose that's fair.”
Indeed, since I hardly ever went home, this level of worry might be a luxury.
She'll probably manage just fine on her own.
Still, I couldn't help but worry. No matter how beloved the female lead was by everyone, every world had those who would interfere with such a protagonist. Therefore, as her older brother, stepping forward for my sister's happiness was perfectly justified.
I rose from my seat and put on the robe hanging on the wall.
“Livia. Let's go.”
“Where to?”
“Where else?”
I answered simply.
“The Imperial Palace, obviously.”
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