The Ugly Wife of the Shady Duke

recommended, I decided to write a diary.]

It was the first sentence of her diary.

‘Recommended?’

Who recommended Grace to write a diary?

“What genre is this?”

Grace deeply pondered why she was doing detective work while she was supposed to be immersed in a romantic fantasy novel.

‘And why is it written as if she’s talking to someone?’

Last time, she didn’t realize the discomfort of it all because she was busy digesting the memories that came to her mind.
If she had realized this discomfort first, she wouldn’t have been trapped in that useless depression.

Then, she checked the page divided by a ribbon bookmark.

There was a space for the date on that page, and it was checked periodically for certain dates.

‘But it hasn’t been checked since I transmigrated.’

This was obvious.
However, the fact that it was checked periodically meant that the original Grace had something she did periodically.

If that was the case, Grace should have recalled it after being reincarnated.

Grace searched through her memories, or more accurately, the memories of the original Grace.

“…This is strange.”

Grace had thought that the reason her memories were vague until now was that she was a reincarnated person, but looking back, it didn’t seem to be the cause.

Simply put, Grace’s memories were jumbled, blurry, and uncertain.

She could hardly recall stories about her family, nor could she remember much about what she did with other people. 

Even the memories that Grace began to recall were sometimes mixed with other memories.

“…”

All the memories that Grace saw were stories about certain events but ultimately included details about her emotions.

‘Why does this feel familiar…?’

As Grace was organizing her thoughts, she heard a strange sound in her ear.

Thud.

“Um…”

Thud.

“What’s that sound…?”

Thud, thud!

“…Huh?”

It was only then that Grace realized she wasn’t hearing things and looked up to see what was beside her.

Outside the window, it was already pitch black.

“What is it?”

Grace’s bedroom was on a high floor, so she thought it might be a bird tapping on the window, but she couldn’t see any living creature outside.

As Grace continued to stare at the window, a small pebble tapped against it.

“….?”