How to Be a Dark Hero’s Daughter

Four days ago, when I first met the Duke, that day I was just sitting in an alley, not knowing what changes awaited me. I sat and read a newspaper that someone threw away.

“Why are you staring at this newspaper? If you become a prostitute, you can make tons of money,” said Walter.

I’ll just tell you in advance, Walter is a good kid. We are slum children, we don’t even know what prostitutes do. We only know from rumors that prostitutes make a lot of money. They can even afford delicious, sweet cookies every day.

Delicious, sweet biscuits… I wish I could taste them.

“Shut up, I’m trying to focus.”

I was annoyed by Walter’s interference, who kept nagging under my ear.

I couldn’t read most of the words, but I understood where the job advertisement was posted.

[We are looking for a beautiful girls for…]

“Awesome! I read few words today.”

“You can’t even read.”

“I know some words. Before my mom died, she told me to go and get a job. This is the only way to change your fate.”

“What’s fate? How will you change it?”

“I know it will be difficult, but…”

Of course, this was easier said than done for the beggar.

“Do you think that tall guy has a lot of money?” Walter asked.

“With a red hat?”

“No, the one in black.”

Walter was good at this. He always looked out in the crowd for people who looked rich. I mostly survived by begging. My friends said that I looked cute, so people gave me money more often than others. If everything went well, we all ate bread.

How could I know that it was the person who would change my life?

“Please, uncle, give me a coin.”

I went up to the man, and at that moment my stomach rumbled.

‘Wow, he’s really handsome.’

He had black hair and his red eyes shone.

‘I wonder… do the gems look the same?’

He… was… really… handsome.

“Get out of the way,” the man said.

He was wearing a black suit. He pushed me out of the way, and when his hand touched me, a strange memory swept over me.

‘…Huh?’

“… yes.”

“No hope.”

“Yuna, I love you. Do what you want.”

When he pushed me away, I saw his watch on a chain.

Collen de Lewellton.

That was his name. I didn’t know how to read, but for some reason I was able to read this particular name. While the clock ticked those few seconds, I saw many memories.

‘…Huh?’

And then I realized that in a past life I was a terminally ill girl named Yuna.

‘Where did I get these memories?’

They hit me like lightning. It was a strange feeling. At that moment, I learned something more amazing.

‘I am living in a novel.’

How did I understand this, you ask?

Dark hair and red eyes, black suit. All of this was consistent with Duke Lewellton in the novel. His name was Collen de Lewellton. He was the protagonist of this novel.

And the storyline is there…

Book 3.
The killer in the red hat?

Suddenly, another memory crossed my mind. The dark story of the Lewellton family. A powerful and handsome hero who lives in darkness.

‘Damn it. Where did he go? Has he gone already?’ Collen thought.

[If Collen does not catch him, the perpetrator will soon board the train. And who knows where he will go after committing his atrocities. The culprit was the man in the red hat, and Collen knew it. The man changed into other clothes, but forgot about the hat. He wandered here and there in this red hat. Collen was about to run to the train station.

But this man in a red hat had to kill a bunch of people in a poor streets. More than thirty people will die if he is not stopped now, right now. The first to be killed is a child named Walter.]

What? Walter will die? My best friend?

“Hey, pull yourself together!”

Collen yelled at me.

I must have gone deep into my thoughts for a few seconds. When I came to my sences, he was