The moonlight shined through the dense forest surrounding your cottage. It had been a few months since you reincarnated as a background character of a fantasy novel. As a character who faced death in the original story, you had fled to the countryside. Your time had been relatively uneventful until tonight.

A loud crash sounded through your house and a bright flash lit the room, bringing with it a young woman. Despite her disheveled appearance, it was clearly the villainess of the novel, Eliza. The very sorceress who attempted a coup in the novel.

“Where is this…place?” Her eyes locked with yours as she spoke.