The Exhausting Reality of Novel Transmigration

’s sacred relic.

No matter how much she thought about it, it’s just so strange.

‘Urien…’

As she recalled Daniel’s face, she couldn’t help but be reminded of Urien’s name as well.

Rosetta’s thoughts were going astray once more.
She struggled to be more focused.

This, too, was not a matter for her to think about right now.

“Just a guess.”

No matter who’d hear it, it’s obvious that she was brushing the matter aside with that answer.

Blanca didn’t say anything for a moment.
Her straight lips were tugged up into a slow arc.

“Our dear Ducal Lady, too, has a knack for guessing.
Is it because you read a lot of books?”

“…House Valentine’s sacred relic is the ‘book of aspirations’, right?”

Yet again, Rosetta casually ignored Blanca’s words and went straight to the point.

And in turn, Blanca answered with a clear answer, though still with a teasing tone.

“That’s right.
It’s a book that allows one person to make a wish.”

“Besides needing to be of age, what are its other conditions?”

In her urgency, her voice grew a little stiff as she asked.

She was nervous for no reason.
Perhaps because of the nagging suspicion that this was related to her transmigrations.

“It…”

Blanca trailed off for a moment, which felt like an eternity.

“It also has to be found personally, like the path to the dragon.”

“…Hah.”

A scoff left her lips by itself.

Nothing’s easy.

“It’s not known what the book looks like.
Allegedly, its appearance changes once it’s used, and it’s said that the chosen individual must be the one to find it.
No, maybe they’ll be chosen after finding it?”

“You were so eager to explain, but isn’t your explanation just all too vague?”

“Revealing the path to wisdom is good and all, but by its very nature, the path to a wish will still be a well-kept secret.”

Blanca smiled.

Feeling deflated, Rosetta leaned back against her seat.

Right.
Just as Blanca said, wishes would naturally be hidden.

A secret that’s bound to be concealed to all.

She could understand why the explanation for the book of aspirations to be more ambiguous compared to the dragon stone or the mirror of revelations.

The previous two relics would have been recorded in detail by the previous chosen individuals.

The one who gained wisdom from a dragon.

The one who saw the future through the mirror.

How grandiose, such titles.

On the other hand.

Anyone who had their greatest wish fulfilled would rather be more reticent.

Saying what kind of wish you made was comparable to allowing others to read your hidden diary.

Perhaps some had left records, while more would have not.

“But don’t be too sad.
One particular thing is certain.”

Blanca spoke as though she was soothing a child.
Rosetta glared sharply at the woman.

However, after a while.

“What’s certain?”

The bait that Blanca threw was much too tantalizing to ignore.
Rosetta couldn’t help but straighten her posture.

Before answering the question, Blanca spun her pipe slightly in a small circle.

“After the person who made a wish has passed away, the book always returns to House Valentine’s secret library.”

“It returns to the… secret library?”

“Oh? It seems like you didn’t know.
Indeed, House Valentine’s secret library would be revealed only to its direct descendants after they’ve come of age.”

It was just as Blanca said.
It’s her first time hearing this.

It hadn’t been mentioned in the original novel, and of course, it’s not in Rosetta’s memories since she hadn’t come of age yet.

For House Valentine, known for being a household of knights and physical prowess, to have a secret library?

What a terrible combination.

Still, on the contrary, there’s no better household to have the book than Valentine.

It’s God’s gift to the first duke, so it wouldn’t be strange for it to be kept secret.

However, there’s one surprising thing.

“How do you know that?”

“It’s a trade secret.”

Blanca chuckled playfully as she bobbed her foot up and down.

Rosetta was just thinking out loud anyway, and she wasn’t really asking out of curiosity, so she didn’t care about it anymore.

Soon, Rosetta’s entire focus was only at the ‘secret library’.

To be more precise, at the ‘secret library’ that was holding the sacred relic.

With the blood of Valentine running through one’s veins.

One individual in each generation.

A book that could grant only one wish.

Perhaps clues towards her transmigrations could be found there.

The secret behind this unwanted immortality.

Again, she heard the voice she heard in that dream.

 

“You know… All this is what you wanted.
Rosetta.”

 

A dreary, solemn voice.

A man and a woman, somewhere.

An entity that existed everywhere, and nowhere at all.

Perhaps, it was the very being who bestowed upon the sacred relics.

‘God’.

As she recalled the book that had come from the body of the dead Rita, and the butterfly that soon followed and entered the book.

One after another.

She could not stop the chills running down her spine.

“Strange.”

The thoughtful silence was interrupted by one word.

Golden eyes, which were staring blankly in the air, turned to look at the owner of the voice.

“What is?”

“Perhaps it’s because I’m someone you might call a witch, but there are times when I can sense something that can’t be seen by the naked eye.
For example…”

Blanca trailed off.

Though her hand was immobile, the empty pipe it was holding spun round and round again.

As if it was the hand of a clock that had stopped, but was starting to move again.

Again, the woman’s voice fell to a hush.

“I believe that the book will choose you, Lady Rosetta… Well, it’s just a feeling, of course.”

And after those words, a grin found its way on the woman’s lips.

The stronger the witch’s blood, the more vividly silver their eyes would be.

Facing that sharp, intense silver gaze, Rosetta said not a word as she pushed a fingernail against the pad of another finger.
A sudden question arose.

‘If the book chooses me…’

Would it be really choosing her ‘self’?

Or, would it be choosing the original Rosetta?

If it’s the latter.

If the Rosetta of the original novel had become the master of the sacred relic, then what did she wish for?

It was a futile question, but once it came to mind, it was not easy to dismiss.

Right.
Just like Blanca’s odd hunch.

This, too, was just strange.