Conquering the Broken Heroine?

She was dreaming.
Han Suho from her childhood heard a voice.
Along with her older sister.

[I’m sorry.]

The voice was not of this world.
There was no proper basis, but surely it was not human.

[You children have the greatest talent. That’s why one of you must be chosen.]

Otherwise, there’s no way such a cruel act could be calmly suggested with just a single word of apology in that monotone voice.

[For the sake of all life on this planet. A sacrifice from one of you is needed.]

It speaks of sacrifice.

[The chosen one will live an unhappy life. Perhaps they’ll have to live a lonely life for their entire lifetime.]

It was forcing a choice on children who were just five years old.

[They might not even be able to experience a moment of happiness. They will be distanced from their loved ones. They will no longer be able to be loved by anyone.]

Han Suho of that time was scared.
Her mother had passed away early.
Her father was indifferent to his children.
The only one who cared for her was her older sister.

But she was forced to make a choice.
Whether it would be her.
Or whether it would be her older sister.
A choice between the two.

Han Suho calculated coldly, unlike a child.
Her sister was lively and kind.
She had a personality that could receive love from someone wherever she went.

In comparison, Han Suho was a timid girl.
One who couldn’t easily make friends with people.
Then, objectively speaking, who would be more appropriate to be chosen?

If it were her sister with high sociability, she could move forward no matter what situation she faced.
But Han Suho.
How about Han Suho, who didn’t even have the alternative of minimal sociability?

The answer was already set.

‘Fine, I’ll do it.’

It was disgusting.
Even though she saw her sister stepping forward, pretending to be fine for her younger sibling’s sake.

‘I’m the older sister.’

She was so utterly disgusted with herself for feeling a bit happy.

‘You’re the younger sister.’

Her sister picked up the sword.
She grasped a worn-out sword in her hand.

‘This worthless thing! It’s not even worth killing! Disappear from my sight right now! Get lost to the slums or something! A powerless person like you is not my daughter!’

And then—

“Ah…”

It was truly a filthy dream.

“…Damn it.”

Han Suho recited a curse like the blonde delinquent she was.
Was it because of the unpleasant dream?
The morning classes didn’t register in her ears at all.

When lunchtime came, Han Suho immediately went out to look for her twin sister.
The black-haired, red-eyed girl stood out.

In a world where black hair wasn’t even treated as human.
Even though groups of various colors gathered in threes and fives, only black couldn’t mix in with them.

“Sis.”

Han Seoyeon was alone.

“Want to eat together?”

That was Han Suho’s original sin.
So she had to take care of her.
Even now, from now on.
So that her sister could be happy.

“Hehe.”

Han Seoyeon always kept her smile.

“Sorry, but I have a prior engagement today.”

However, today her smile seemed especially wide, as if her mouth would tear.

“Prior engagement…?”

Prior engagement.

If Han Suho hadn’t misheard, the meaning was clear.
That sister had made an appointment.
An appointment to eat together with someone.

“Isn’t it great! I’m saying I have a friend now!”
“Sis.”

Han Suho spoke in a strict and solemn voice.

“We don’t call relationships where you pay friendship fees ‘friends’.”
“It’s not like that!”

Oh my, it seemed she didn’t know what friendship fees were.

“Sis, friendship fees are, you know. It’s not just simply handing over money…”
“I said it’s not like that!”

Good heavens.
Then what on earth was she trying to say?

“I’ve kept you waiting.”

Just as the question arose.
The answer appeared before her eyes.

“The class ran a bit late. Did you wait long?”
“Not at all!”

Michaela Wittelsbach.
The very person who had miserably ruined Han Seoyeon’s academy debut just yesterday.

“…Is this Senior Wittelsbach?”
“That’s right.”

Han Suho blinked blankly.
The one who got hit and the one who did the hitting.
The two sat side by side at the table.

“And who might you be? Are you her friend?”
“Ah, yes. For now, at least.”

Since the fact that they were twins was a secret, Han Suho put an appropriate truth in her mouth.

“Would you like to join us?”
“Well, if you don’t mind—”
“No way!”

Just as she was about to accept the invitation.
The one who blocked it was Han Seoyeon.

“I said I’m eating alone with the senior today! Get lost, you blonde tanned delinquent!”
“I keep telling you, I’m not tanned and I’m not a delinquent.”

If it was a false accusation, it was a false accusation.
In reality, she was probably worse than just a delinquent, nothing more than human trash.

“I understand. You two enjoy your meal intimately.”

An incomprehensible combination.
But her sister was happy.

Then that was enough.
Han Suho decided to coolly give up her seat.

“…What’s that strange food?”
“Bean sprouts.”
“Bean sprouts?”
“Senior, do you want to try a bite? Aahn—”
“I decline.”

By the way, she really wished her sister would stop eating those damn bean sprouts.
Maybe she should buy out all the bean sprouts from nearby stores.

She had made a friend.
One year above her.

Han Seoyeon was extremely satisfied with her bright and hopeful academy life.

Although rumors circulated that an inferior student was trying to take advantage of a clueless foreigner, it had nothing to do with her.

She was no longer alone when eating meals.

She didn’t have to be conscious of others’ gazes while occupying a dining table that could accommodate two to four people by herself.

She could even get back at her blonde delinquent sister who had been subtly jabbing at her for not having friends.

However, just as there are shadows where there is light.
Happiness didn’t come alone.

“You’ve managed to come out without tucking your tail, Miss Han Seoyeon!”

Somewhere in the rarely frequented back of the academy.
Looking at the female student in front of her, Han Seoyeon frowned.

“Why did you call me?”

Han Seoyeon knew her.

Pink hair and sapphire eyes.
A roll-bun hairstyle that gave off the feeling of a villainess young lady.
Along with Han Suho, one of the promising students of this year’s academy.
An S-class Awakener daughter from a rich family.

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[Baek Da-eun]
Lv. : 31
Exp : 10/1515
HP : 100
MP : 80

[Status]
Strength : 24(Rank : D)
Agility : 20(Rank : D)
Intelligence : 57(Rank : C)

[Original Skill]
Unique Ability/Elemental – Wind Manipulation(Rank : S)
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“Baek Da-eun.”

And one of the heroines who made her want to throw up while binge-reading [The Falling Star Swordsman of the Academy].

“Why did I call you? The premise of that question itself is strange!”

Wow, what should I do?

“For an S-class Awakener with a busy schedule like me to deal with an incompetent E-class Awakener who can only summon a single sword is the height of time-wasting!”

I really want to teach her a lesson.

“Even if you can’t bow your head and say thank you, to speak in such a tone, you’re really turning things upside down!”

Should I just finish her off?

“…Ah, I see.”

Calm down, little munchkin inside me.
The opponent is just a high school student.
And one who hasn’t shed her chuunibyou tendencies at that.

“If you have nothing to say, I’m leaving.”
“How impatient! This is why the powerless are—!”

She had come out splitting her precious lunchtime.
What on earth was this all about?

“Miss Han Seoyeon.”

Baek Da-eun spoke, trying to set a mood.

“Don’t you think you’ve been standing out too much lately?”

How should I put this?
It was a question that exuded such an intense “insider” feeling that Han Seoyeon was momentarily confused about how to answer.

Standing out, she says.
What could that possibly be referring to?
If she had to pick something, it would be…

“Are you into silver hair fetish too?”
“Wh-wh-what kind of shameless talk is that!”

Not that?
If not, then never mind.

The only recent event was hanging out with Senior Michaela.
She thought maybe Baek Da-eun also had a silver hair fetish.

“How could someone like me, who has a fiancé, have such a fetish!”

Fiancé.
Directly translated, it means betrothed.
Han Seoyeon tilted her head at the incomprehensible words.

“Fiancé?”

At this point, Baek Da-eun didn’t have a fiancé.
Could there be someone else besides Han Seoyeon herself or Senior Michaela who wasn’t in the original work?

“Of course, it’s decided that I’m talking about Han Suho!”

…Hmm.

“Someone from the slums like you might not know, but she and I have had a special connection since we were very young.”

What fresh nonsense is this?

“There’s no room for other unworthy people to interfere!”

Young age, it didn’t make sense.
Han Suho and Han Seoyeon had overlapping periods in their childhood.

“So, specifically, when do you mean by ‘very young’?”
“It was when we were about five years old! It was such a fateful meeting! I—!”

I see.
She didn’t particularly want to know more than that.

If it was at five years old, that was when Han Seoyeon was also with Han Suho every day.
From that time, Han Seoyeon was already wreaking havoc on the original work.

Although Baek Da-eun probably doesn’t remember, Han Seoyeon had actually met Baek Da-eun early on.

The early development of the original work was simple.
When young, Han Suho saves Baek Da-eun.
Baek Da-eun cherishes this as a precious memory.

However, Baek Da-eun doesn’t know it was Han Suho who saved her.
Baek Da-eun bullies Han Suho, an E-class Awakener who entered the academy without knowing her place.

The point where Baek Da-eun develops romantic feelings for Han Suho isn’t too far off.
Baek Da-eun was the first heroine to be “washed” after all.

Originally, in an upcoming event, Baek Da-eun would realize that it was Han Suho who had saved her long ago, regret her actions, and fall in love.

There’s no way she would be conquered like this as soon as the main story starts.

Could it be that Han Suho, who gave up being the ruined protagonist, had already conquered a heroine?
And without this older sister knowing!

“But why are you telling me this?”
“Are you asking because you don’t know! It’s because you’ve been flirting with Han Suho!”

No, you incestuous fool!

“Really, the more I look at you, the more disgusted I feel.”

It was a groundless misunderstanding.

“Not only are you flirting with someone else’s fiancé, but you’re even sucking up to a foreigner!”

The person Han Seoyeon was flirting with wasn’t two people, but just one.

“I simply can’t stand to watch anymore!”

Contempt for the weak and racist ideas.
It was a maddening combination, but surprisingly, it was a set of values with its own reasons.
The problem was not Baek Da-eun, but the worldview.

It’s a world of survival of the fittest that despises the weak who can’t protect themselves.
Under the rule of the great leader, South Korea has become a strong nation incomparable to inferior foreign countries.

The values she spouted weren’t just her own.
They belonged to all citizens of South Korea.
In a sense, it could be considered better since there was no direct bullying.

“Instead of sucking up and flirting with others, why don’t you bow your head to me? Leave that foreign woman alone.”

A twisted noblesse oblige stemming from her status as an S-class Awakener and a rich family’s daughter.
In some sense, it was reassuring.

That Baek Da-eun’s image wasn’t much different from what Han Seoyeon knew in the original work, except for being a lesbian.
That behavior that made her want to kill her before she became a heroine was still there.

As an older sister, I declare.
This heroine was the opposite.
No matter how you look at it, Han Suho was too good for her.

“I’d like to hear your answer.”

An answer.
Saying she’d provide conveniences to a mere E-class Awakener.
It couldn’t be denied that it was an extremely generous personality.

If Han Seoyeon had been an ordinary E-class Awakener, she might have bowed her head right there and lapped it up.

“I don’t want to.”

But she refuses.
Because Han Seoyeon is a munchkin protagonist.

“Y-You don’t want to! Are you in your right mind?”
“Yeah.”

Perhaps a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that would never come again for an ordinary person.
If she just lowered her pride a little, she could receive countless sweet benefits.
It was incomprehensible by Baek Da-eun’s common sense.

Han Seoyeon was resolute.
Like a protagonist, she burst out with an irrefutable logic.

“You’re decisively lacking something.”
“Lacking! Me, Baek Da-eun!”

In fact, there were countless lacking aspects.
But there wasn’t enough time left in the lunch break to list them all.

“Size.”

What was needed was the core.

“Of course, your development is quite excellent compared to your peers. You won’t be called a washboard anywhere you go.”

The size of the heart.

“You have no excess fat, with what should come out coming out and what should go in going in. It’s to the point where it’s hard to believe you’re a high school student.”

Baek Da-eun could never win against Michaela.

“But Senior Michaela is on a different level.”

As lunchtime was coming to an end.

“Senior Michaela’s size is unrivaled. Even in a regular academy uniform, that enormity can’t be hidden and is clearly visible.”

Han Seoyeon didn’t hold back her words.

“Like rockets. The destructive power that shakes not just with intense movement but even with every breath is absolutely overwhelming. You’re no match for her.”

Behind Han Seoyeon, a presence approached.

“Do you even know the difference? Above all, that springy yet squishy texture is—”
“I wondered what you were doing.”

Clang—!

“…Blech.”
“Stop this nonsensical babble. Lunchtime is almost over.”

Michaela glanced at Baek Da-eun.

“My friend was rude. I apologize.”
“…Senior, in front of, a friend, even a girl…”
“My female friend was rude. Let’s go quickly. We’ll be late for class at this rate.”

Grabbed by Michaela’s hand, Han Seoyeon was dragged away miserably.

“Wh-What is this! This attitude towards me…!”

Only Baek Da-eun was left alone in that place.