Where the Tip of the Sword Points

I, a former national fencing champion, have been reincarnated as an extra empress in a novel I wrote myself.

But this woman is so frail—her stamina is practically nonexistent. On top of that, against my will, I threw a necklace at the emperor. Just like that, was I going to die for committing lèse-majesté? Or so I thought…

“You always act in ways I can’t understand. Why is that? It’s what draws my interest.”

His looks, his power, and even the title of emperor—he’s an overpowered male lead who has started to obsess over me. His dark hair is as deep as the night sky, his face sculpted by the gods themselves, and those vivid green eyes burn with intensity—not for the female lead, but for me.

As if that wasn’t confusing enough, both the female lead and the villainess are acting completely differently from their original roles. And then there’s someone I never created showing up and reaching out to me…

“Do you think I’m the only one who knows your true identity?”

Will she be able to survive in this world of her own creation? And where will the tip of the sword ultimately point?