The Disgraced Noble Lady's Cursed Body

The protagonist of the demon-sword novel is insanely strong.

I'd read this web novel plenty of times, and now I'd possessed it.

A classic growth-type overpowered revenge story with a harem tag.

The protagonist rescues various heroines, grows stronger, and eventually prevents the world's destruction in the future.

I'd been a loyal reader, binging it whenever new chapters dropped.

Of course, I couldn't remember exactly why I'd been so obsessed.

A strange thing to say, but sometimes I even wondered if I'd truly been that devoted a fan.

What I did know for certain was that I'd entered the novel itself.

A body that couldn't handle mana from birth. A non-awakened physique that couldn't even form a Circle Heart.

The only things I could do were swordsmanship and hand-to-hand combat below the level of an ordinary person.

Technically the eldest daughter of a house that should have inherited every bloodline trait, but in reality just a disgraced noble lady who couldn't wield mana—Queen Wednesday.

I'd become the cursed lady of a body branded an idiot by her own family.

But that didn't matter.

This wasn't Earth. In this world, strength was everything.

I looked down at the man prostrate before me, licking the top of my foot.

He was my younger brother, the next head of the house.

"So what are you going to do now? Speak."

"I won't act up again, sis. No—Lady Heir. I'll never act up again!"

"Weren't you the one who said you'd ship this useless bitch off to the red-light district? Where's that confidence now?"

"I must have lost my mind. I'm sorry. Please forgive me! Just this once, forgive your stupid little brother!"

I eased the pressure on my foot.

"Higher."

"...Huh?"

"Lick higher. Heh heh heh."

I flashed a sadistic smile.

The color drained from his face until it was the shade of wet earth. His body trembled like a leaf in the wind.

I'd crush every bastard who deserved it and save only the characters I liked.

I was the crazy bitch of this district.

"Haa... So it wasn't a dream after all."

The unfamiliar ceiling had already started to feel familiar.

I let out a soft breath and tried to shake off the lingering grogginess of waking up in someone else's body.

Chirp, tweet!

A cool morning breeze and birdsong drifted through the slightly open window.

The whole world looked peaceful and beautiful, as if bathed in serenity.

Four days since I'd possessed this novel.

I'd already finished assessing the situation and organized what I needed to do.

'I know this world well. I'll stay out of the protagonist's way, live comfortably on my own terms, and just prevent the apocalypse. While crushing every arrogant bastard who tries to mess with me!'

Simple. Straightforward.

'First things first, the character I possessed is Queen Wednesday. A minor character who remained a disgraced noble lady until the moment she died.'

Lucky for me, the Wednesday family was famous and appeared often enough in the novel that I knew plenty about them.

I had to survive.

'At best she's a character who shows up from the mid-story onward. I've already picked up a few things while living here...'

I looked at my reflection in the mirror.

Petite frame, golden hair, crimson eyes—a beautiful girl.

Being the eldest daughter of a great house should have meant power, but there was one massive problem.

Creak. Stomp, stomp.

The door suddenly flew open.

A middle-aged woman with a vicious face stormed in, growling.

Was she even human, or just some rabid dog?

"You little bitch, you're only getting up now?!"

She glared at ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠me, her dull blonde hair twisted up in a bun. The makeup trying to hide her wrinkles looked oddly floating and lumpy.

This woman was my aunt, Mirinda Wednesday.

She hated me so much she wanted to erase my very existence.

If anyone in this mansion despised me the most, it was her.

'Here we go again. Ha, fuck.'

Grab. Thud!

"Aaaagh!"

She seized me by the hair and slammed me to the floor, then started kicking.

Thud, crack!

She stomped ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠on me with everything she had, panting and spitting venom.

Her furious expression reminded me of some battle-hardened woman from the streets.

"You know your very existence stains this family, yet you still act like this? Answer me, you useless bitch!"

"Kuh, cough!"

"You can't use magic, can't handle mana, your swordsmanship and hand-to-hand are trash. Why do you even exist? Why were you born, huh?!"

"Wait, Aunt, kuh!"

"Why are your eyes open so wide?! If you keep this up, I'll hand you over to the Raindrops!"

The family's private guard. A notorious armed group that would dispose of even noble family members if ordered.

Every great house had one.

Getting involved with them would be nothing but trouble.

Thud, crack!

The kicks grew fiercer. Pain flooded my entire body. I desperately covered my face and curled up.

This was the best I could do right now.

Unfortunately, now was the time to endure.

For the showtime that would come soon.

'Ha... Still, I really want to kill her.'

In this world, being born an ordinary human in a noble house was a crime.

I wanted to kill this aunt who wielded violence as if it were perfectly legal.

'Not that I don't understand why she ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠does it.'

In the eyes of the family, I was a disgraced daughter who should never have been born—a heterogeneous body that couldn't utilize mana even if she possessed it.

Commonly called a body cursed by the Demon God.

It was one of the reasons this character eventually died.

Even now, the continent of Yggdrasil was in an era of warring factions.

'Imperial authority is weakening while noble influence grows stronger.'

So of course they'd want to secure powerful successors.

I was simply one of the sacrifices. A throwaway character.

Smack!

The ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠aunt who'd been kicking my stomach suddenly delivered a soccer-style kick to my face.

Hah. Clever bitch.

While I clutched my face in agony, her vicious voice rang out again.

"You might as well marry into another house and throw your body away like a proper woman! Look at me—I succeeded, didn't I? I'm only giving you advice because I want you to do well!"

'Like hell. I'm not becoming some whore.'

In this medieval world, that was the fate of most noblewomen.

Even so, I refused to live like a prostitute.

No matter what anyone said, I was a man.

Even if I'd possessed a female character, I was still a man, dammit!

Letting another man touch this body? Just imagining it made me dizzy.

Bang!

After beating me until I was covered in dust, the aunt threw the door open and shouted at the few servants outside.

"Don't give this bitch breakfast today! Got it?! I swear on the pike, if any of you feed her, I'll slaughter every last one of you!"

"Yes, ma'am!"

With the servants' loud reply, she finally left.

At last, I could breathe.

Gritting my teeth, I stood up.

This was how I was always treated in this house.

Relatives, blood kin, even the servants looked down on me.

My real mother had apparently died long ago.

A sigh escaped me.

I dragged my screaming body into the shower, then changed clothes.

As I was getting dressed, the door opened and someone entered.

'Even if this is the separate quarters, everyone just waltzes in, huh?'

I turned around.

My heart nearly stopped.

Even though I should have been used to this by now...

A maid with a gentle smile and a figure that hid an impressive bust walked in.

Orange hair tied back in a swaying ponytail.

Crimson vertical pupils like a craftsman's masterpiece, long pointed ears.

Pale skin with a faint blush on her cheeks, and an overwhelming F-cup glamorous body.

She looked like an elf, yet carried a refined aura all her own.

She bowed her head toward me.

"Oh my, I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were in the bath, my lady..."

"No, what is that?"

"Breakfast."

"Didn't my aunt just say not to give me any?"

"Hehe, I can just sneak it to you!"

"...You're trying to feed me again, aren't you?"

Her name was Winz.

She felt like a warm mother, yet wasn't much older than me. Being an elf, her skills were excellent.

When I glanced at her lower abdomen, I could see two intertwined lights.

'Second Circle, or maybe Runner Intermediate.'

The only person in this desolate mansion who was on my side.

A woman who matched my tastes, kind only to me.

We ate together.

"Oh my, I'm fine."

"Eat quickly. Here, half the spaghetti, half the steak!"

"Hehe, then you take all the soup!"

"...You're too old to be picky."

"My chest still grew fine even with picky eating."

She groped her own chest while answering, her ears drooping.

She looked sulky as she protested.

"Hng, but I really hate mushrooms. The shape is weird..."

"Then I'll eat them for you."

"See? You're the only one for me, my lady! Hehe."

We finished the meal like that.

It was a daily morning event that had started ever since I'd possessed this world.

In my previous life, I'd been too busy beating up villains to have time for meals with anyone.

Even if someone had been around, they usually died soon after.

But here, I could sit and eat with someone who smiled at me.

That alone felt like a blessing.

"My lady, shall I teach you magic again today?"

"Are you doing this on purpose? It's like offering a marathon lesson to someone with no legs."

"Oh my, don't misunderstand! I just want you to improve. Hehe."

"You're evil. Whatever. By the way, Winz."

"Yes, Lady Queen!"

She tilted her head with a bright smile. The way her chest strained against the maid uniform caught my eye.

I barely managed to look away and asked.

"You're an elf, so why is your mana density as thick as a vampire's or succubus's? People have been wondering."

"Hehe, I don't know either. But..."

Hm? Was there something I didn't know?

Winz narrowed her eyes.

"Maybe I'm not actually an elf?"

"Haa. Boring."

"Anyway, sharing a meal with a mere head maid like me is foolish! Hehe."

"You say that while dissing yourself. Fine. I share everything with my people."

"Does that mean you think of me as special?!"

She looked genuinely surprised. Her expressions really were varied.

And that was acting. What a talented, broken elf maid.

"You're the only one on my side in this mansion, Winz."

"Ah, so that's what you meant. Hng."

"I meant it, though."

"Then what about secrets?"

"Sure. Not that I have any worth sharing."

"What about your sexual preferences? I like both hitting and being hit!"

Why was she saying something like that with such a lecherous grin?

Sometimes I felt like Winz was missing a screw.

Or maybe she had one extra.

"...That's a bit much."

I shook my head, feeling dizzy.

Thanks to her, the meal ended on a fun note.

Winz cleaned up and prepared to leave.

"Then I'll be going now."

"Winz."

"Yes, my lady."

"Watch closely from now on. See what I prove, what I show."

She tilted her head, clearly confused.

But I had something the original Queen never possessed.

"But my lady, you can't use magic..."

"It's not magic. It's divine art."

Still curious, Winz left the room.

I loosened up my body and smiled.

The unique ability I'd had during my hero days.

It was with me now.

A shiver ran through my entire body. This was the power that had made me the strongest hero and the biggest troublemaker.

'Though sometimes I wonder if I was really a hero. Were these memories even real? Probably just possession side effects.'

It was funny, really.

My memories felt hazy, yet supposedly I'd been a famous hero in the past.

Then I'd randomly possessed this body.

It was ridiculous that my own memories felt uncertain, but I'd just chalk it up to aftereffects.

After all, I wasn't some web-novel protagonist.

'My unique ability, Origin Divine Art. This is enough. From now on, I'll show everyone how I'm going to survive in this rotten place.'

I stepped outside.

The place I lived in was the crumbling annex beside the main family mansion—hardly even worthy of being called a mansion.

That was why there were so few servants and no visitors.

As I left my room and headed down to the lobby, my eyes met those of a well-dressed noble lady.

Huh. Was that... her?