Once upon a time, Mona Village was very lively and joyful. Everyone lived peacefully in their own way, with no enemies and no violence… then

An outsider arrived in Mona Village, and from that day on, strange things started happening every day… People began to fall ill, get robbed, and even killed…

The villagers sensed something was off and grew suspicious. They gathered and asked the outsider to leave their village, but the outsider refused, insisting on staying…

Instead, the outsider used their powers to harm the villagers, wearing an evil grin of joy as they spread chaos. Nobody dared to stand up to them, as the villagers were too weak… until, fortunately, our hero arrived and saved the day.

It was a woman with long, beautiful, wavy hair, wearing a knight’s uniform. She stepped forward and, with her powerful abilities, swiftly slew the enemy, bringing peace back to the village.

However, a war began, and despite her strength, our hero was alone, doing her best to protect the village. She fought valiantly, but she couldn’t defeat an army of 10,000 people all by herself.

She failed to protect the village and, overwhelmed by the sheer numbers, was ultimately killed by those evil people. Her sacrifice, however, left a lasting mark on the village.

After she died, many villagers were slaughtered, while others were captured and forced into slavery by the invaders. The once peaceful village of Mona was plunged into darkness.

Her name became legendary, spreading from village to village. In honor of her bravery, the Mona village was renamed Malisa Village, after their fallen hero, Julien Malisa..

Once I woke up, I found myself lying in a baby basket with two strangers gazing at me with warm smiles.

??: “Aww, our daughter is so adorable, isn’t she?”

??: “Yes, her name will be Haruka Malena.”

It hit me—I had been reincarnated by these two. Haruka Malena… But I couldn’t protect those villagers. I’m so pathetic…

I cried loudly in my baby body, surprising them.

Mother: “My dear?! Don’t cry, it’s okay, mama is here to protect you.”

Father: “Shh, shh, who hurt you? Bring her toys and milk!”

Servant: “Y-yes, mi-lord!”

I cried until I fell asleep in my mother’s arms, with my father hugging both of us.

Flashback to one of the princes, who had been obsessed with Juliette Malisa. When he heard the devastating news of her death at the hands of the enemy, his grief and rage drove him to start a war, annihilating their forces before taking his own life in despair.

A group of magicians, cloaked in black hoods, gathered around, drawing a spell circle. They chanted incantations, determined to resurrect the prince in the body of a newborn child.

As they knelt before the baby, one of them gently cradled him in their arms.

??: “Welcome back, my lord. You still have many missions to complete. Please, don’t die again.”

Their faces twisted with sinister intent as they walked, plotting dark schemes. The prince, still unconscious in his new child’s body, remained unaware as they carried him away, their whispers filled with malice.

To be continued>