Jangsu

I'll marry the male lead myself!Raffine is in a predicament, and there are three reasons why. One, she's been reincarnated into a super angsty, highly depressing novel. Two, her older brother is destined for death in said novel. And three, the only way to save him is by marrying the male lead. What the hell is going on?!I possessed Raphine, the youngest sister of the second male lead, who had no dreams nor hopes, in an impoverished and obsession filled novel. That was also because he had a crush on the female lead, who married the male lead on a contract, and eventually died.I can't believe it's such a miserable ending for my favorite character and kind eldest brother. No way!Raphine decided to brainwash Prince Jerkan, the male lead of the novel, to prevent the female lead's contract marriage.So that he can think of me when he needs a contract marriage!"Jerkan! I want to marry you!" "If you're grateful, you have to marry me next time." "I need a simple marriage, so I'll get married through a contract."And when the brainwashing finally succeeded, Raphine cheered inside."Okay. Definitely, I'll marry you."I never imagined what kind of eyes he was had. Yeah, I really didn't know then. I didn't know this would happen."Didn't you pester me because you wanted to marry me?" "Will you run away?"

In the Eden Brozue Empire, the peace of the nation is guarded by a saint named Bethcherian. But who could have thought the next Bethcherian would be a five-year-old girl from the slums? Despite facing doubts and cold looks from narrow-minded people who refuse to accept someone from a humble background as their saint, the newest Bethcherian tries hard to adapt to her new life. Armed with determination, can this young saint successfully become the empire's proud guardian?I was an abandoned child in the slums. One day, without knowing who my parent was and being starved most of the days, an unexpected stigmata appeared on the back of my hand... " I think God made a mistake." \*\*\* News from the Eden Baroque Empire! Finally, after a hundred years, a Saintess Vescerian, the fifth oracle, has descended! "It wasn't the fifth generation but a five-year-old...?" Welcoming the noble Saintess. "Please guide us, heed to the god's will, defeat the monsters, and bring world peace upon us, the humble ones." Barely surpassing a mere 100 centimeters, they knelt before me. Asking a five-year-old to bring world peace—are they for real?