Outside a dark castle, an owl perched atop a tree branch in the courtyard, its eyes glowing faintly under the moonlight, silently watching everything beneath the moon.
On the third floor of the castle, upon a large bed draped in black gauze curtains.
A petite girl slowly sat up, her blood-red eyes abruptly opening as they stared into the darkness before her.
Where…is this place?
Frowning slightly, she instinctively raised her hands.
Moonlight slipped through the gap in the curtains, letting her see her own hands clearly.
These were exceptionally fair and smooth hands, flawless—perfect in every way.
“Hands that have never done a day’s work…”
Wu Chou’an muttered under her breath, but then suddenly realized— something was wrong with her voice.
Why…does my voice sound…like a girl’s?!
And even a rather young girl’s voice at that?!
“Eh?”
As if suddenly realizing something, she jumped off the bed and, guided by muscle memory, opened a door!
Behind the door—was a full-length mirror.
And reflected in it was Wu Chou’an’s current appearance.
A girl around 1.4 meters tall, with messy white long hair and eerie red pupils.
The thin white nightgown clung tightly to her body that seemed to have just started to develop, while her bare feet were wrapped in pure white stockings.
She looked…extremely questionable.
So that’s why my legs felt chilly…because I’m wearing stockings…
Never wore them before—kind of comfortable actually…
LIKE HELL THEY ARE!!
THAT’S ME IN THE MIRROR!!
I’M A GUY!!
WHY THE HELL AM I WEARING STOCKINGS?!
Damn it…it must be that damned goddess of the dead’s doing, right?!
You better hope I don’t catch you…
Gritting her teeth, Wu Chou’an’s face instantly turned bright red.
In the mirror, the girl’s delicate brows were furrowed, her pretty face flushed—making her look even more adorable.
Knock knock knock!
Just then, someone suddenly knocked on the door.
“Um…milady? Are…are you alright?”
Came a cautious voice from outside.
“Ah? Ah…I’m fine!”
Wu Chou’an instinctively shouted back in a bit of a panic, then suddenly realized— she had unconsciously accepted the title of “milady”…
Ugh…so embarrassing.
She instinctively punched the floor with her little pink fist.
Thud…
What she got in return was a dull pain.
“…”
Plop!!
From the sound outside, it seemed that whoever was there had fallen over in fright.
“O-okay!”
Before Wu Chou’an could even check on them, the servant scrambled away as if terrified.
This was clearly strange, but Wu Chou’an didn’t have time to worry about these details right now.
She looked once more at the white-haired, red-eyed loli in the mirror.
Cute—yes, but…
Suddenly, memories from her past life in high school flashed through her mind.
Her roommates had once posed a question: “What would you do if you turned into a girl?”
Their answers at the time: “Obviously, we’d let the bros have some fun first!”
“DAMN IT!!”
The white-haired loli stomped her little foot, blurting out vulgar curses as her face turned scarlet.
Why the hell am I remembering something that stupid right now?!
No—calm down.
The most important thing now is to stay calm!
She somewhat absentmindedly walked over to the window and swished open the curtains.
Whoosh!
In an instant, purple moonlight flooded the lavish room, illuminating her snow-white hair.
Tonight’s starry sky was beautiful—cloudless.
And simply standing at the castle window, she could see countless planets reflecting strange lights in the sky, without needing any instruments.
Those planets seemed to be telling Wu Chou’an—
This…is no longer Earth.
Plop…
She turned, then flopped face-down onto the soft big bed, hugging a pillow that gave off a faint fragrance.
Slowly, the young lady began to push aside her shame and shock.
And at that moment— memories surged into her mind like a tidal wave.
Ilea Batius, thirteen years old, the only daughter of the Batius Marquis family, known as the “Jewel of the Eastern Province.”
She had two older brothers—
Oz Batius and Sirius Batius.
Of course, publicly, everyone called this young lady the Jewel of the East.
But privately, the evaluations of Ilea were almost all negative.
Because this thirteen-year-old young lady grew up spoiled by her parents and brothers, and in the Eastern Province’s largest city, Crystal City, Leiam, she was once called the “Bloody Blossom Demon.”
Riding horses into people, smashing up shops, whipping civilians and even other nobles’ children without cause— these were all routine occurrences.
She had practically engraved the words “arrogant spoiled noble girl” into her very bones.
And even so, with her father and brothers backing her up, no one in the Eastern Province dared cross Lady Ilea.
“What a thoroughly obnoxious little brat…”
Wu Chou’an—or rather, Ilea, as she was now—scratched her somewhat messy white hair, her pair of red eyes filled with helplessness.
So…which is it?
Now that she could recall her past experiences, was she actually Ilea who had awakened memories of another world, or Wu Chou’an reincarnated here?
Hmm~ actually, it’s pretty much the same either way…
She let go of the pillow she had been clutching tightly and flipped over, sprawling out on the bed in a big star shape.
Deep within her soul, something seemed to quietly meld together at that moment.
That black-and-white goddess had once told her she would be sent to a hellish world, to experience a hellish life.
This…is called hell?
From what she could see now, Lady Ilea was practically someone who could stir up storms in this city.
Aside from her father, even her own mother and brothers never raised their voices at her, only ever coaxed and doted on her.
Could it be…that the other side could actually foresee this world’s future?
Speaking of which…
That black-and-white goddess had probably been dragged along into this world by her.
So where had that woman ended up?
Had she also reincarnated?
“But…another world, huh?”
After pondering for a while, a sense of confusion suddenly rose in Ilea’s heart.
Or maybe it was more curiosity mixed with helplessness~
And amidst those tangled feelings, the girl slowly drifted off to sleep.
Meanwhile, outside the castle, pale purple moonlight spilled over the empty streets and the many buildings.
“…”
A stray cat prowled through the darkness, its eyes constantly scanning its surroundings until it finally spotted a house with an open window.
It cautiously approached and lightly leapt inside.
Not long after, the cat jumped back out of the window, a piece of black bread—already bitten twice—clutched in its mouth.
It glanced around, then darted into a pitch-black alley, ready to enjoy its hard-earned dinner.
Whoosh!
“Myaoo—!!”
But the next second, a hand snatched the bread from the ground with incredible speed!
The stray cat, clearly no stranger to being beaten up for stealing food, didn’t even bother to see who took it.
It just bolted.
“Mmm! Mmm mmm!”
The tiny figure who had stolen the cat’s food took two big bites, wolfing down the rock-hard black bread, then let out a long breath and slumped against the wall, slowly sliding down to sit on the ground.
When was the last time…
I ate anything?
Why…must I go through something like this…damn it!
Damn it!
“That perverted freak…if I ever get my hands on you, I swear…I absolutely will…”
“jajajajaja!!”
As her irritation peaked, the little loli with messy black hair—save for a strand of white at her forehead—lay there on the ground, rolling around furiously to vent her anger.
Her arms and legs flailed wildly as if she were fighting the very air.
But clearly…there was no one around to hear her complaints.
Only the cat whose dinner had just been stolen squatted at the mouth of the alley, its eyes glowing faintly with grievance as it watched her.
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