‘Was a funeral originally this desolate?’

Craw, craw – 

Instead of the priest’s mass, only the ominous cries of crows could be heard filling the empty ceremony. 

Even the weather was cloudy, so the funeral hall was even gloomier at a glance.

Covered in a black veil, Livia held a white lily and stared at the coffin in front of her.

The owner of that coffin was her father.

‘To be exact, he was my father from this life.’

It was only a week ago that Livia’s father took his own life.

Her once well-off father was betrayed by a trusted friend, and he quickly fell into debt.
Unable to bear it, he ended his life.

And his daughter, Livia Pellington, was the first to find her dead father.

Having just discovered her father’s body, she passed out from shock, and when she opened her eyes again…..

She had recovered the memories of her past life.

To clarify at this point, in her previous life, Livia was an orphan, and a terminally ill one at that. 

As soon as she was born, she was abandoned in front of a poor orphanage, and as soon as she entered middle school, she was diagnosed with an incurable disease.

Fortunately, her story became known on the internet and donations came in, so she was able to live in a hospital bed with that money.

However, since she started living in a hospital bed at a young age, there was not a single person around her, and eventually she died alone at the young age of 24.

But she was born again.

Among the extras that do not appear in the romance fantasy novel that she read before she died in her previous life, she became the extra known as Livia Pellington.


Now, to describe the life of Livia Pellington….

Even if you were sugar-coating it, you couldn’t call it a comfortable life.

Livia grew up with love and support under her father, a successful and self-employed businessman, but by the time she entered the academy, her father collapsed and with that, her life as Livia Pellington began to crumble as well.

If only it wasn’t for that bastard’s guarantee.

Her father’s only close friend, Count Lever, was in trouble with his business, so he asked Livia’s father for a guarantee to help him only once.
Her father, the kind and foolish Count of Pellington, signed it.

However, all of that was Count Lever’s ploy to pay off a debt through her father, and in the end, Count Pellington – once a successful businessman –  went bankrupt overnight.

Her father ran barefoot every day to borrow interest, and Livia did everything she could.

In the meantime, she was bullied at the academy.

In any case, it was still a bleak life.

Livia stared blankly at the plain wooden coffin and thought cynically, ‘If I was going to possess a character from a book, you would think I would be possessing a person with a little more weight.’

She didn’t want to be a heroine, but even setting that aside, there were many other honey-sucking roles out there.

‘Why, of all the many, many characters, did I become Livia Pellington, the most insignificant?’


It wasn’t like she had nothing at all.

Livia approached her father’s coffin with a lily in her hand.

The coffin, without even a single lily, looked so lonely.

In his lifetime, her father was a shy person which did not fit in with his profession as a businessman.

When someone needed money, he took money out of his pocket, and when someone needed clothes, he took his clothes off and gave them to them.

There were dozens of people who had received help from Count Pellington, but not a single one of them attended the funeral.

It was because they were all conscious of Count Lever, who became a rich man by sucking her father’s blood.

“See you later,” Livia chanted quietly into the coffin.

“I’m going to help you, just a little.”

A resentful tone leaked out of Livia’s aching lungs without her realizing it.

She felt guilty for being resentful at a funeral, but thought someone had to understand.

She was alone again.


“On your last journey, have a happy dream.”

She reached out and laid her hand on the coffin, closing her eyes. 

After a while– 


A silver halo spread from under her hand.

It was when Livia had just graduated from the academy that she realized she had a special ability. 

When her father, who had barely fallen asleep after being harassed by creditors, groaned, Livia had moved to wake him.
The moment she raised her hand to wake him up, a light shone from under her hand.

The light enveloped him, and when he woke up, he said he had a very happy dream that day.

After trying a few more times since then, Livia discovered that her ability was the ability to manipulate the other person’s dream in the desired direction. 

She didn’t know why she was given such an ability as an extra, but she was glad she had it – because she was able to at least give her father a happy dream during his final sleep.

“This is my last gift.”

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