When I woke up, it was a strange ceiling. No, I know this ceiling... the room. It's not this room that's weird, it's me.

The shrunken hands are unlikely to be white, and the hair that should have been black is in glowing blue silver. The perimeter is a maiden space decorated with maiden tick lace and frills. I managed to get down the bed and peek into the mirror of the mirror stand...

Eyes caught like kittens are like purple crystals. Long enough to reach the lower back of blue and silver curled loose on long lashes. Not in vertical rolls... but beautiful girls when they're angels. The memory of whispering to me was telling me that if I played a maiden game until the time I died, I would be a dead villain warrant lady.

"Around."

I shrugged by accident. I'm probably not bad. Stuffed, no, stuffed.

I'm also shocked that maybe I would have died, but I'm endlessly more shocked at the moment when I woke up as a villain warrant lady who only has a tragic way of dying. That game was so often my death that I... wondered if it was also a grudge against Rosaria-Rosenberg.

What should I do?

For now my brain was ruled by that one word.

Nothing good came to mind, and an older woman came in with Knock saying she was blurry in the room. The woman is Martha, our maid of honor and beauty.

"Good morning, lady."

Martha gracefully gave instructions to my caregiver's maid to change. And I was taken to the dining room.

I'm the only one in the dining room. It's me. Breakfast is served with bread, scrambled eggs and soup on salad. I thought it was a regular menu and the bread was hard and painful to eat. It was hard to chisel and chew it off.

I thought while eating a meal that was sure to make my jaw stronger.

Healthy this body. Unlike before, I can even run. I have money and status. Anxiety element is death flag only. I was determined.

I try to live happily ever after, as I am.

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