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They say that if others die and are possessed, their social status rises, but I possessed ‘Hebenia Clavis,’ a seven-year-old life prisoner serving a sentence in exile after her family was ruined. The absurdity and dumbfoundation lasted only a moment. “…This isn’t bad?” * * * It turned out I possessed tremendous talent. A mysterious power to open and close anything, and even the ability to summon monarch-level demons. ‘Then I should make full use of it!’ (After chasing away the guards) Success in securing my own home! (Summoning demons) Success in building a village! On top of that, I’m rigorously training my fellow exiles who possess aptitudes just as exceptional as mine! “Phew, the village chief never gets a moment to rest.” As the adorable village chief, I was working diligently for the village’s endless development and a revolution to overthrow the existing order, when… … . “……Senior?” Senior, how did you… … get here?
