Lyra stared at the maid who had just called her Celestia. Her mind was still trying to grasp what was happening.

"W-what?" she murmured softly, her voice vastly different from Lyra's previous one.

The maid, a woman with braided brown hair, had a somewhat unique face with a few freckles. Her reaction was slightly bewildered; she tilted her head.

"Miss Celestia, are you feeling unwell? I can call the doctor if you wish."

Lyra slowly shook her head; she wasn't entirely sure how to react.

"No... I'm just a little dizzy." she replied softly, mimicking the aristocratic speech she'd read and heard in classic novels and films.

The maid seemed relieved. "Thank goodness. We were all worried after last night. But if you don't want breakfast in the main dining room, I can bring it to your room."

What happened last night?

Lyra wanted to ask more, but she held back. Then, casually, she nodded slowly, "I'd prefer to eat in my room."

 "Alright, Miss Celestia. I'll excuse myself then." The maid curtsied briefly before leaving the room.

Once the door closed, Lyra sat on the bed, breathing heavily, as if she'd just escaped danger. She looked at her hands—pale and slender, the perfectly manicured nails not belonging to her body.

"Is this some kind of reincarnation or transmigration like in the novels Atika mentioned?" she whispered.

Then, a name sprang to mind: Celestia.

Of course, it was a familiar name; Celestia was a character from a novel she'd read. However, Celestia was a fairly common name, and she couldn't jump to conclusions.

Not long after, there was another knock on the door. The maid returned, this time pushing a cart, the warm aroma of soup and toast filling the room.

"This is your breakfast, Miss Celestia," the maid said, placing a bowl of soup and a plate of soft bread on a small table by the window.

Lyra only nodded slowly. "Thank you."

The maid smiled as she poured chamomile tea into a floral-patterned porcelain cup. Its aroma was delicate and soothing. Lyra quietly observed the girl, who seemed young, perhaps 10 or 12 years younger than her. Suddenly, she felt compelled to speak.

"Umm, excuse me... what is your name?"

The maid was startled.  Her hand holding the teapot almost slipped, and warm tea nearly spilled onto the tablecloth.

"Are you alright?" Lyra asked quickly, half rising from her seat.

The maid stared at her with wide eyes, her expression a mix of panic and confusion. She covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes glistening, "Miss... have you forgotten me?!"

Lyra was silent, unsure how to answer. Should she say she'd lost her memory? No, that wasn't a good idea; how could she say she wasn't Celestia? That would be worse. She took a deep breath.

"Ahahaha, sorry... did I ask something strange?" she said with an awkward smile.

The maid looked surprised, her eyes widening before she quickly looked down. "My name is Mai," she said softly, then straightened. "I've been your personal attendant for the last three years..." Her eyes still glistened, showing deep worry.

"I suspected something was wrong, Miss." She was about to leave, "I'll call the doctor—"

Her movement stopped when Lyra held her wrist. "No need," Lyra said quickly. "I'm fine. I think... so you don't have to call the doctor."

Mai looked at her doubtfully, but didn't contradict her.

"Instead..." Lyra continued, placing a hand on Mai's shoulder and looking into her eyes. "Can you explain everything? Starting with the basics, about me, this place, everything..."

Mai hesitated, wondering if this request was reasonable or a sign of memory loss. However, she eventually nodded slowly.

"Alright, Miss. If that's what you want..." The maid, Mai, explained everything, starting with the name of the body Lyra inhabited. Lyra's eyes widened instantly; it was the name of a minor character from a novel she'd read.

"Don't tell me...! I'm inside that novel right now?!"

Lyra listened attentively as Mai continued, explaining Celestia's background as the only daughter of the Edeviene family, her quiet and stubborn nature, and her rarely leaving her residence due to her frail health.

Lyra sipped the chamomile tea Mai had prepared; it tasted sweet and refreshing. Then Mai mentioned something that made Lyra choke.

"...and according to the agreement of both families, your wedding will take place in three weeks..."

Lyra choked, nearly dropping her teacup.

"Miss, are you alright?!" Mai exclaimed, rushing to her side.

Lyra coughed, then turned, her eyes wide. "Wait... what did you just say? Married?!"

Mai looked surprised. "Indeed, Miss. Weren't you the one who agreed to it?"

Lyra fell silent, processing this information. A year ago, she'd been divorced. The wound was still fresh; she'd spent a year in a mental hospital and wasn't even fully recovered. Now, she'd woken up in a different world, in someone else's body, in the novel she'd read, and, to top it all off... she had to get married... again?!

"Mai..." Her voice was hoarse. "Don't tell me my fiancé is..."

Mai nodded slowly, already suspecting the name. "Keith Hale. The Marquis who guards the western border."

Lyra's face turned pale, her lips trembling.

"I'm dead..."

"Miss?!" Mai exclaimed, supporting her trembling mistress.

Lyra wiped her face, trying to comprehend the name. Keith Hale... a familiar name. He was the main character from the novel. A nobleman of honor, a talented military leader, and a man who had once loved deeply.

Someone betrayed so deeply that his heart shattered.  His fragile state led him to make wrong choices, choices that led to his punishment for betraying the empire.  And that was the beginning of his tragic end. He was executed publicly, and Celestia, his wife, was also punished.

Lyra tensed, cold sweat dampening her temples. 'I sympathized with his character, but that doesn't mean I want this!'

Lyra stared at Mai, her voice hesitant yet hopeful, "Mai, the marriage... can it be canceled?"

Mai looked shocked, as if hearing something taboo. "What are you saying, Miss? That's impossible."

"...I suspected as much," Lyra sighed softly, leaning back with a look of surrender. She gazed out the window, the bright sky contrasting with the darkness in her mind.

This marriage wasn't just personal; it was political. She remembered from the novel—Celestia Edeviene was the daughter of a noble family on the verge of losing its glory, and her marriage to Keith Hale was an alliance, not a love match.

A marriage determined by interests, not will. And now, Lyra had to go through it all... in another person's body.

Mai was confused by her mistress's behavior. Something was different—not just forgetting her name, but her speech, her worldview; everything felt foreign. It was as if Celestia had become someone else.

However, as a servant, she knew her limits. Perhaps... the young lady just needed time alone.

"If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave, Miss," Mai said politely, curtsying.

"Please call if you need anything."  Mai left, leaving Lyra lost in thought.

As soon as the door closed, Lyra fell onto the bed and sighed. Her gaze was vacant, piercing the ceiling, while her mind drifted to her previous self, filled with the pain of betrayal and the tragic story of a protagonist who mirrored her own.

"This is crazy... am I inside a novel? Not as the main character or antagonist, but as a minor character?!" She curled up in her blanket.

Suddenly, a sound and a blue notification board appeared before Lyra.

-Ding!-

[Notification; Subject Identified]

[Notification; Soul matching process between Lyra Martha and Celestia Edeviene successful 100%]

[Notification; You have been selected as a 'special guest']

[Notification; Main mission assigned]

[Main mission; Change the story's plot and save the protagonist from a tragic ending.]

[REMEMBER!!! Failing to complete the mission will lead to a tragic ending, the death of the main character, and even the death of the 'guest' itself]

"What is this...?" she murmured, her eyes widening. Lyra couldn't believe what she was seeing.

The blue screen remained unresponsive for a moment.

[Notification; Character destruction trigger has been activated. The main character, Keith Hale, is on the brink of destruction.]

[Notification; Character synchronization with the current plot, 99%]

"What does this mean... change the fate of the main character? Is this box screen insane?!" Lyra stared in disbelief.

"Why should I do that? I haven't even been declared cured of my illness yet?!"

However, the screen showed no mercy.  It began to shine again, and the text changed.

[REMINDER!!! Three weeks until the wedding, six months until the execution, time keeps moving]

[Notification; The first action of the special guest will determine the change in the storyline]

Lyra's eyes were glued to the blue screen. She snorted. 'Why does it have to be me? This isn't my business. Besides, this is just fiction, right?'

However, her heart said otherwise. There was a vibration she felt. Keith Hale was a character who had made her cry; she liked him, not romantically, but out of deep sympathy for what he experienced, similar to her own past.

Unlike her, who had Atika and the doctor, he was alone when facing betrayal. Lyra was determined to be the Atika and the doctor for Keith Hale. He needed someone by his side.

Lyra slowly sat up; she gazed out the window. She sighed and stood up.

"Alright, if the blue board tells me to do it, then I will. After all, there's no other choice, right?" She muttered. She went to the dressing table and stared at Celestia's reflection, now hers. She smiled slightly, full of determination.

"Just you wait, Keith Hale! I will definitely save you... and make you fall in love with me!!!"