
Until the moment I died, I was just a broke janitor.
I didn’t expect to drown in a freezing river.
And I definitely didn’t expect to die saving some rich brat I didn’t even like.
Then I woke up… as a woman.
A nanny, no less.
The Demon King made me a deal:
“Raise the girl destined to open the gates of Hell. Do that, and I’ll send you to a harem fantasy world of your choice.”
Seemed easy enough—until I ended up in a noble manor crawling with holy knights, clerics, and holy relics that could vaporize me on sight.
And instead of one kid?
Twins.
One stares like she’s already seen the end of the world.
The other smiles like she’s planning it.
Worst part?
I have no idea which one is the real apocalypse.
The world is on the verge of destruction.
So is my sanity.