PLOT
“Please save me. I’m innocent. I really was my father’s daughter, Grandfather…!”
“How dare a monster like you deceive me and even try to kill the Saintess?”
“Why are you doing this to me? It was all your doing in the first place!”
“Because I hated you. So, my dear little sister… you deserve to die—even if I have to frame you for it.”
That was how she died.
Branded a witch. The only stain on the honor of a prestigious ducal family.
And yet, she was given a second chance at life.
Was it the mercy of a god… or the cruel amusement of a devil?
“In this life as well, Grandfather, I hope you and your beloved granddaughter can live happily together. If you can.”
She no longer tries to become the cherished young lady of the duchy.
She no longer wishes to be part of that family.
Now, she lives for one thing alone:
Revenge.
But then…
“No! At least you have to live! Please, go—!”
She can’t stop wondering.
“I like you.”
“We’re… friends.”
Only two men ever reached out to her when everyone else pointed fingers and condemned her.
Which one of them was it?
Which one was the man who rushed into the flames, embraced her, and chose to die alon
