<p>I died, and when I opened my eyes, I had transmigrated. This kind of story that only happens in novels had happened to me. Never having experienced a single romance, having done nothing but work, I transmigrated into the villainess of a sad-ending novel, The Dragon Fades at the End of the World. Viviana was the crown prince&rsquo;s fianc&eacute;e. If I stay like this, I&rsquo;ll get swept up in the dragon&rsquo;s rampage and die. &ldquo;Viviana, I am requesting our engagement be broken off!&rdquo; &ldquo;An engagement annulment&hellip;&hellip;?&rdquo; Right on cue, Viviana had been broken off with by the crown prince. All the better! Finally making a safe exit from the original story, I opened the caf&eacute; I had always dreamed of in a quiet countryside. But why was that man here? &lsquo;Why is this man here! The setting was that he would never leave the capital!&rsquo; Karl Drian. After several generations of atavism, despite having a human body, he was the man closest to a dragon. The original story&rsquo;s villain, destined to later go berserk and destroy the Empire, was standing right in front of me. Why. How.</p>