They Read My Mind, and Now I'm the Monsters' Little Cookie (Western Fantasy)

After transmigrating, Winter discovered that he could unlock the life scripts of the people around him.

Then one day, other people could hear his inner thoughts, too.

The mistress of a marquis had spent years climbing the ranks, and even her illegitimate son was about to become the heir to the title.

At the banquet where the marquis announced that his illegitimate son would inherit his title, Winter's thoughts rang out without warning. [The mistress doesn't love him. The illegitimate son is his rival's child, and even the marquis's only blood heir will die at the illegitimate son's hands. The marquis has spent his entire life wearing a cuckold's hat. That's the one thing that truly belongs to him, from beginning to end.]

The mistress, the illegitimate son, and the cuckolded marquis, all of whom heard his thoughts: "???"

The wealthiest baron in the imperial capital had been relentlessly pursuing a saintess of the Church, devoted to her without wavering. He had gladly spent years acting as her simp and lavished countless sums of money on her.

Just as it looked like he and the saintess were about to get their happy ending, with "lovers finally united," Winter clicked his tongue and muttered to himself. [The seemingly pure and immaculate saintess is actually seeing multiple men behind everyone's backs. She has countless lovers.]

[And the baron isn't even one of them. He's just the sucker whose money the saintess hands over to her lovers.]

The baron, currently showering the saintess with money: "..."

A noble prince and a knight commander were in love, and the prince had even gone against all opposition to become engaged to the knight.

At the prince's betrothal ceremony, Winter ranted in his mind. [The fiance is a two-timing scoundrel. He's not just head over heels for His Highness the prince.]

[In theory, whoever manages to ascend the throne is the one he'll marry...]

His Highness the prince, who was about to brave anything for love and give everything he had to his fiance: "!!!!"

…

Everyone knew that the gentleman born a manservant was not to be trifled with in the imperial capital.

Anyone who looked down on him and thought he was a nobody, even the powerful and privileged, would pay the price.

Because His Highness Sullivan, the bad-tempered, cold, and obsessive man the nobles of the imperial capital dared not provoke, was always standing behind the little servant with an enigmatic smile.

In the eyes of others, His Highness Sullivan was cold and cruel. But as he listened to Winter's thoughts, he watched over his little servant.

In private, he would even hold him and murmur in a voice full of restraint, "Winter, no matter how many people you help, you can only be my little cookie. Sweet and soft. Mine."

"Let me hear whether you thought of me today."

Winter: "..."

Theme: Honest, hardworking, kind, and generous people are bound to have good luck