I'll Save This Damn Family! - Chapter 0
1815 Ossyrian AImperial Calendar.
The plaza in front of the Royal Palace was buzzing with the prospect of an imminent, once-in-a-lifetime show, the eyes of the citizens shining with madness and ecstasy.
It was all a rather reasonable reaction, considering that all the members of the renowned Elias Earldom walked into the plaza helplessly like a string of dried fish.
“…As aristocrats of the Empire, the Elias Earldom should never have attempted to challenge the Royal Throne. They have brazenly attempted assassination against the Light of the Royal Power after a long period of meticulous scheming. How could this have happened within the perpetually just Empire? As a result of this scheme, innocent citizens were sacrificed, and the prestige of the aristocrats have fallen to the ground. As such, this shrewd, evil mob shall be exterminated.”
The members of the bloodied and half-conscious earldom numbered around 50 at the very least. The main branch of the family walked up the platform first.
Among the people who hopelessly let themselves be led by the executioner, the audience’s gaze landed on one particular person.
She was the main actor in the rumors that almost everyone had heard of at least once, the Elias Family’s fifth daughter, Lady Tara. Her body, which was massive at 102kg, trembled all over and her face was pale as she rose to the executioner’s block.
“Kekeke… Look at that body.”
“Holy… I heard that she didn’t leave the house at all. My god, she’s worse than the rumors say…”
“To pretend to be an honest merchanting guild while scheming such horrible plans behind it… How rotten.”
Not a single one of the masses who had gathered at the plaza pitied the family that had attempted to assassinate the prince.
Tara, only now realizing the reality of her imminent death, was unable to control her trembling.
She did not want to die. She had never stepped foot out of the house, having only breathed, living in resentment of her unfortunate past.
But the cruel faces that looked up at her were filled with laughter.
She turned to the side and found her mother, whom she loved, and her father, whom she had always feared. Her half-siblings, with whom she’d never even shared a proper word with, and the Madame, all of them resignedly waiting for the rope to be hung around their necks.
Finally, the rough rope adorned her neck in the final moments of her life.
…No… I didn’t do anything… I don’t want to die like this. Without having done anything… Not like this… Please…
“Proceed with the execution.”
With such futility… No. No…
***
They were hung by their necks as if they were livestock.
At one point in time, they were wealthy merchants that had benefited greatly from their friendship with the Royal Family.
As such, the Elias Family, who had borne the Capital’s fattest, craziest lady, was exterminated.
***
“No, listen to me! That’s how the households, including the Elias Family, that attempted to assassinate the prince died. But this is problematic because he had partnered with those families to… are you listening to me?”
“Hmm…?”
Author Kim was explaining the plotline of the webnovel, [The Ossyrian Chronicles], that she was currently writing.
“…Is that family so important? You said that fat lady was an extra, so was there really a reason to write about her in such detail?”
“Is that so…? But she’s quite the unique character, isn’t she? She’s a character you made. For some reason, I’m rather fond of her.”
“Just edit it a little… huh?”
She was on her way to her favorite Korean sausage soup restaurant.
“Right, I’m editing… Huh? Yeonwoo? Ji Yeonwoo? What are you looking at?”
“…This is unacceptable.”
“What? What is it? Hey!”
That’s how I, Ji Yeonwoo, ran towards the alleys of Yeouido, where some psychopathic piece of shit was beating a powerless granny to death.
I tried my best to ignore it, but it just could not be done.
There didn’t seem to be anyone in the immediate surroundings, and I had learned self-defense recently under the guise of dieting. So despite my love for Madame Jeong (my mother), who had nagged me to report to the police if I ever spotted a case of assault, I disobediently ran towards my death.
And that was how, at the age of 33, Ji Yeonwoo became the victim of the ‘Don’t Ask’ serial killer. Yet when I opened my eyes once more, I was inside the damned novel Author Kim wrote, [The Chronicles of Ossyria].