The huge lake that had just turned red at the end of the sunset was a picture-like scene.
A beautiful lake surrounded by reeds, harmoniously living animals, and colorful flower bushes made me think of the heaven Iâd never been to.
ââŠâŠâ
Well, after seeing this, could there be any other heaven?
I approached the lake, step by step, but then halted my footsteps.
For the first time since Iâd transmigrated, I felt another personâs presence. I was surprised, but my expectations subtly rose as well.
Seeing her outfit, she definitely looked like a servant of this place, but what would she call me by when she saw me?
Lady? Princess? If not that, thenâŠâŠ
âEeeeeeeeeeeeek!â (the servant)
ăâŠâŠ ă (female lead)
T/NÂ ă ă : itâs used for the female leadâs thoughts.
Her surprised reaction is just like how the characters act shocked in novels.
Sheâd shattered my expectations of talking to a servant character, but I watched with slight interest as the woman backed away with a pale face.
But anyway, is there something weird stuck on my face?
I rubbed my cheeks but didnât feel anything odd.
ăâŠâŠAh, seriously. Why is she like that.ă
The woman had dropped her basket and was running on the path sheâd taken to get here. Perhaps, if I followed her, Iâd be able to find out more about my situation.
I was feeling a little frustrated at her terrified reaction to my appearance, but she was only one person.
I needed to find out about my situation before I started to make life plans.
Other than being a transmigrator, I didnât possess any buff or abilities, so I had no choice but to be self-sufficient.
I didnât even know my name. Feeling anxious, I sped up as I chased after the woman in fear of losing sight of her. My ankle had gotten caught in my dress, which Iâd worn for the first time, but I couldnât stop here.
ăExcuse me! Hey, wait a secondâŠă
No matter how much I called out to her, the woman continued running until she quickly disappeared. When I lifted my head, I saw that the sunset had passed and the glowing moon had appeared.
What do I do now?
Did I have to go inside that house and be alone again? I suddenly felt chills up my spine and then shook my head.
Though I couldnât catch up to the woman, there would surely be others in the direction she had run towards.
Now in the middle of a barren stretch of land without any lampposts, I had to hurry before the night fully descended.
ăPant. Pant!ă
âŠâŠBut why was it so hard to move? Though I was only running in a straight direction, my body felt strangely heavy.
No, to be precise, it didnât exactly feel heavier.
Rather than simply lacking strength or being wrapped around by the hem of the dress, I was completely unable to walk.
Instead, I felt like I was enveloped by something very fluffy.
My body felt like it was buried in a blanket filled with something like feathersâŠâŠ.Yes, feathers! That ticklish and fluffy feeliââŠâŠ
ăAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!ă
For your information, I tried my best to alter the scream above so you could comprehend it quickly.
But actually, the scream I made wasnât that âhuman-like.â
âHonk, Honnnnkkkkk!â
I sat down in shock as I heard the animal scream that rang out from my throat.
I could only sit down.
I needed legs to be able to run, but I couldnât see my own legs.
And then what about my hand?
Even my white hands that had been gripping onto the sides of my dress had disappeared. Left, right, up, down! No matter how many places I looked, I could only see black and more black feathers covering my entire body.
âHONKKKKKK!â
What is this! What is all this!
After running in a circle in the dirt, the reality of this situation sank in.
A black swan shivered under the dark blue moon.
T/N black-blue moonlight (changed to moon). itâs what the raws said. -shrugs-
If anyone saw this from afar, they might say itâs a pleasing sight to see next to a beautiful lakeâŠâŠbut thatâs me theyâre talking about!
Oh my God! Iâve turned into a black bird!
âHmm, I was wondering what the fuss was about.â
A black shadow suddenly fell over my head just when I was about to faint.
She was gorgeous, with blue eyes and silver-white hair, a woman who seemed like she would thrive in any sort of novel setting.
If it was her beauty, I was sure she could be the heroine of a fairy tale.
âThatâs why I told you to just stay insideâŠâŠMother.â
If it wasnât for that cold smile that chilled me all the way down to my feathers.
â â â
After that, three months passed.
Of course, they didnât just pass like that. During that time, I learned about my identity and the situation I was in.
During the time other transmigrators, who knew of events in advance, had married and started businesses, I had only figured out my name and circumstances.
And on top of that, I now had this fluffy body.
âHonk!â
Thatâs right, honk. Read this at littleajummas on wordpress, honkity honk honk bishes.
I still couldnât get used to this voice of mine, but itâs not like I could live with my mouth shut all the time.
First off, my name is Catherine.
Just by that name I could tell Iâm not a main character, since âCatherineâ wasnât a name you found in a novel. Even in the outside world, at best, it was a name youâd see maybe two to three people using at the neighborhood language cram school.
T/N ehem, in my humble opinion, catherine is an excellent name for a heroine.
Anyway, the storyâs like this. Originally, I was the daughter of a baron situated at the frontierâŠâŠwell, you could probably tell what kind of household I was from based on the fact I had been sold off to a man as old as my father.
Had I only read a novel or two? I could guess what happened.
My father had passed away early on, and my stepmother, who had used all the family funds on luxury goods, had eventually sold me.
And as to what kind of family bought this beautiful womanâŠunexpectedly, it wasnât a gambler, sex maniac, or nutcase.
And not just a count, or a marquis, but a duke!
In addition, Duke Evendell was the lord of the northern region of the empire.
ăâŠâŠWow.ă
My god! Iâm a duchess!?
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But the reason I couldnât be overwhelmed with happiness about this is that my husband, the duke, had passed away. He actually died the night Iâd arrived, so I probably didnât even have the chance to hold his hand.
Since the expression of the person whoâd told me this story didnât have a speck of sympathy, I guessed that I probably wasnât registered as married to the duke before he died.
Alright. If youâve heard up to this part, youâve probably noticed that this marriage was never normal in the first place.
I hadnât been bought just for the charity of it, and if a woman was being forced to be a dukeâs wife, there had to be some underlying reason to be brought into this extraordinary household.
The former duke, who had collapsed due to an injury from the empireâs continental conquest, was without a wife, and only had two daughters. And so the eldest daughter, Lady Rania, had ruled the northern lands for many years in her fatherâs stead.
T/N êł”ë â lady; itâs different from êł”ìŁŒ, and in this case, itâs referring to Rania as the dukeâs daughter. A dukeâs daughter is êł”ë (gong-nyeo) because a duke is êł”ì (gong-jahk)In the same way, a countâs daughter is íë (hoo-nyeo) because count is íì (hoo-jahk).
However, her crisis began when her father showed signs of passing away.
In accordance with the imperial law, a son was to inherit the titles and properties Rania had used and enjoyed until thenâŠâŠto put it in plain terms, sheâd only return to square one after working like a dog.
But of course the smart lady wasnât going to quietly let this happen.
Before her hard work went to someone else, she found a loophole in the system.
In the case that a duke left behind a widow, all processes of inheritance would be suspended for a year, so as a temporary measure, she quickly found someone to fill up the spot as a stepmother.
The year of suspension was originally for the widow to give birth in case she was pregnant with the dukeâs child after her husbandâs death.
But Rania used this instead to make preparations. And if she found a proper husband and married him during the one year, sheâd succeed, game over.
Whether it was the titles or wealth, sheâd be able to keep them all.
Of course, she wouldnât automatically inherit this, she would have to formally inherit everything from the stepmother, who would at that point, have the rights and authority. So in other words, the stepmother had to be chosen carefully.
A nobody, someone who didnât have support from their family and would naively hand over the position without a shred of greedâŠâŠ
âThatâs me.â
Iâd won the lottery.
I rapidly shook my head and laughed at myself.
That is, it would have been if I could laugh that way, except I had a beak.
ăUgh, that bitch.ă
Thatâs right, bish. Read this at littleajummas on wordpress, bishy bishy bishes.
Perhaps there had been something that made her suspicious, as the clever Rania had put a curse on the stepmother sheâd chosen with great care.
Maybe she was worried Iâd run away and make trouble, or find a lover and have a child secretly, because as soon as the duke passed away, I was brought to this place and had been turned into this mess.
âAs you know, Duchess Evendell, no, my stepmother, is struggling with shock over my fatherâs death, making it difficult for her to take the position. It looks like I have no choice but to serve you as her proxy.â
How was she able to concoct such poor lies about me as explanation?
Even if Raniaâs words were questionable, no one would dare to question her. Since she had been ruling the northern lands for many years, her words had become law.
And it looked like rumours that I had done something to do with the dukeâs death were circulating, which only gave Rania more of an advantage over me. The stepmother whoâd gotten rid of her husband in just a day and the sensible daughter of the legal wife.
Which of the two do you think will capture the peopleâs hearts?
Rania was really someone whoâd do anything to achieve her purpose, as sheâd even go to the extent of using dark magic to make me like this.
The maid who was frightened to see me on the first day of my transmigration must have believed whatever malicious rumors that Rania had spread about me.
ăâŠâŠSigh.ă
What kind of bad luck is this, seriously.
I smashed my red beak into the ground.
I really needed to have a long talk with the god or author of this novel.
What other novel world has a better transmigrator than me?
Overnight transmigration? Okay. Thatâs a given.
An unprecedented marriage? Well, itâs a little rattling, but itâs something I can deal with.
But the fact that my husband died on my first night in the household, and that my stepdaughter had placed a curse on me? This completely broke away from any sense of business ethics, author.
ăâŠâŠ ă
I could spend time as the beautiful Catherine when the sun was up, but I changed back into a black swan during the night.
However, after a while, I realized that nighttime wasnât the trigger for my transformation.
Instead, I turned into a black swan when I was directly hit by moonlight.
Which still meant that I couldnât easily run away from here.
Because if I ran away and turned into a black swan, it could get extremely dangerous.
Honestly, even if I was a beauty among black swans, where would I go?
I wasnât being delusional just because these were my feathers, but seriously, if you went out and searched every inch of this lake for feathers that shined like mine, youâd probably return empty-handed.
ăAhâŠ..ă
I donât want to rate animals by their looks, but I was leagues ahead in appearance compared to the elephants and giraffes in the zoo Iâd worked at in my previous life.
I think itâd be easier to describe me as the BTS of birds.
I was sure that thereâd be a countless number of people who would come to see me as much as I was sure of my chubby bodyâs noble and dignified appearance.
But that didnât mean I wanted to be a spectacle.
meta: this chapter gives us more insight into whatâs going on. honkity honk bishes or quackity quack bishes? I was using quack and then realized swans arenât ducks, courtesy of The Ugly Duckling.
also, notice â EDIT: I previously said here that I allowed retranslations but didnât like wattpad and bots, but Iâm going to take back what I said about retranslations for now.
Iâm going to be asking the author for permission to translate. I couldnât find their contact info but I found the contact info of the cover illustrator. If that doesnât work, then Iâm just really not going to bother. Just how many hours do I need to look up the authorâs information??