“Descartes? I like him. I feel like he was the strongest in the way he viewed the world. He is a cruel and twisted devil in the beginning. But when he meets the female protagonist, he discovers what love is.”
She listened to her friend’s explanation with interest.
“Oh, what is the female protagonist’s character?”
“I have already decided her name. Isabella. What do you think? I also wanted to give the female protagonist some kind of special ability. What should be good?’
“Well, did you say that the male lead had the power of ice?” She asked, and her friend nodded.
“Then, I think it would be appropriate to give her the ability to do both. What about the facial features and appearance of the Spirit of Fire? She should have silver hair and blue eyes in contrast to the male protagonist’s black hair.” She suggested, and her friend clapped her hands in excitement.
“I like it. I hope that the heroine will save this twisted fellow.’ Her friend said as she circled the name ‘Descartes’ in her notebook with a ballpoint pen.
“I know. Descartes should wait patiently for Isabella to save him.’ She whispered at her friend with a bright smile.
“Isabella!” Ignis cawed.
Startled, she glanced up to see him flying over her head.
She was lost in her thoughts, and Ignis had brought her back to the present.
“What are you thinking?”
“Oh? No, it’s nothing.”
Why did her conversation with her friend have crossed her mind out of the blue?
She could barely remember the name of her middle-school best friend, but that particular conversation seemed crystal clear.
That friend was the one who wrote that novel, but after a while, she and her family migrated to another country.
They exchanged e-mails several times after that, and her best friend would send her the novels she had written.
She had a great affection for Descartes because she was the one who named the character.
Even if Descartes had everything, he lived a terrible life of loneliness.
She wanted Descartes to meet Isabella, the heroine, soon as possible.
The poor man needed a little sunshine in his life.
She used to send a lengthy review to her best friend, wishing Isabella and Descartes to meet soon.
Unfortunately, she never got to the point where Descartes and Isabella met.
Her friend stopped sending her e-mails one day because she was too busy adapting to her new environment.
Then, she gradually forgot about the novel and her friend in her mind.
After such a long time, she happened to see the novel.
The novel “Ice Flower” that she was now in.
After reading the writer’s review, she remembered her friend’s novel that she had forgotten for a while
She wrote the story “Ice Flower” after the novel’s male protagonist she used to imagine when she was young.
At that time, she laughed at the review without much thought.
She thought that everyone had this kind of imagination, especially when young.
She might have enjoyed this novel more if she had recalled all of her memories about it.
Isabella’s name wasn’t supposed to be this important, but why did she suddenly remember it after that childhood memory?
If that’s the case, the author of the novel “Ice Flower” was—?
Isabella thought about it, but she shook her head to chase her ideas away.
What the hell was she thinking?
There is no way that such a ridiculous coincidence could happen, isn’t there?
“But it doesn’t make sense for me to transmigrate into this novel,” Isabella murmured and bit her nails in frustration.
It disturbed her that Descartes and Duke Kyar looked alike.
The world Isabella was in was almost similar to her friend’s novel.
Silver-hair.
Blue eyes.
She was the Spirit of Fire.
That person was too much to be an extra.
Maybe she just wanted to use a person who created medicine to save Seria and bring her to this particular world.
Isabella’s blue eyes wandered as she organized all the thoughts in her head.
When she died in her world and suddenly transmigrated into this novel, the Empire’s boundaries twisted.
Ignis also told her that the Spirit of Fire, King Ifrit, suddenly vanished.
“Ignis, you said King Ifrit disappeared the day I entered Isabella’s body, didn’t you?”
“That’s right!” Ignis said. “I’m glad I was by your side, or I might have disappeared like any other fire spirit.”
Isabella had a bad feeling.
Perhaps the novel she should have transmigrated wasn’t supposed to be this novel.
