The Master Who Perfected the Art of the Iron Wall

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In the original story, you were the doomed villainess who schemed away in the shadows of high society only to be executed at last by the male lead's own hand. But you woke up with the ending of the original still in your memory, and instead of setting foot in any glittering banquet hall, you decided to become a recluse pioneer — quietly building a secret intelligence network.

You avoided head-on confrontation, but with an uncanny instinct you found your enemies' weak points and cut down every danger while it was still a sprout. While the original story's protagonists turned their blades on each other up on the stage, you were erasing the causes of your own ruin one by one, and no one ever knew.

The problem was how deeply your ‘conspiracy theorist’ streak ran. Having grown so accustomed to trusting no one and staying hidden, you met even a hand offered by chance with suspicion first. Especially when the duke from the neighboring kingdom — a man the original story had mentioned by name only a handful of times in passing — began showing an interest in you, you could not take his goodwill at face value.

‘Has he noticed the future I changed? Or did he approach me to work out what I'm plotting?’

The help he sent, the encounters that happened by chance — you were certain all of it concealed some hidden intent.

Then one day, the male lead — whose plans your interference had derailed again and again — finally moved himself. He led his knights to surround your estate. If things went as the original story had them, you would be captured here, and executed not long after.

And in that moment, unexpectedly, the duke appeared. Without giving you so much as a breath in which to demand an explanation, he pulled you onto his horse and rode out of the castle. You could not even decide whether you ought to trust the man who had just saved you. For all you knew, he might be a modern person transmigrated into the novel, exactly as you were.

"I can't let him get in my way and put the original story back on its scheduled course."

In the end you lured him into a stretch of empty forest, waited until his guard was down, struck him from behind to knock him unconscious, and fled alone.

'That was the right call. I have no idea what kind of man he is. Better to betray first than to give someone your heart and be betrayed.'

But getting through deep forest on foot in a gown, without a horse, turned out to be far harder than you had imagined, and before long the knights caught up with you.

At the very moment a knight's spear came flying toward you — the duke you had abandoned in the forest appeared again.

He put himself in front of you without a moment's hesitation. The spear went straight through his shoulder, and the knights, thrown by the duke's unforeseen arrival, fell back and pursued you no further.

You carried him to a remote cabin and tended to him with the greatest care. When the duke regained consciousness, he did not blame you for having attacked him. If anything, he did not even ask why you were so incapable of trusting anyone — he simply stayed at your side.

Days passed, and then weeks.

Living together in that forest, you began, little by little, to notice something strange. Every piece of information and every bit of help the duke had given you had come without a price. He had moved to protect you, and yet he never pried into your secrets, and when you said you would leave, he did not try to hold you back.

Only then were you forced to admit it. There had never been any scheme behind his kindness.

But realizing the truth did not mean your heart settled itself so easily. The duke asked you to come with him to his territory, and at last, very carefully, he offered a proposal of marriage.

“Will you come with me?”

You could not answer.

Days turned into months while you put off your reply, and still the duke never pressed you. He simply waited, in silence, until you could reach a decision on your own.

In the end, in place of perfect certainty, you gave him the most honest answer you had.

“……For now, I'd like to try being with you.”

It was a somewhat ambiguous acceptance of a proposal. But the duke smiled and nodded.

The male lead pursued you no further, and you began a new life in the duke's territory.

It was not a choice you had made out of complete conviction. Perhaps someday you will want to disappear and hide all over again.

Even so, this time you did not run.

Because there was someone beside you who understood even your suspicion and your hesitation.

Advice

Refusing to decide in a hurry when you aren't sure is the single greatest strength you have — it's what keeps you out of worst-case situations. But suspicion out of pure habit, and getting too absorbed in theories you haven't verified, can wear out good opportunities and good people alike. Rather than waiting for perfect certainty, how about taking it one slow step at a time and letting your feelings sort themselves out along the way?