Chapter 1

“I’m blonde again this time.”

It’s already the third possession. Third time being blonde.

At this point, I have no choice but to doubt the taste of the god Pebula I serve.

The third body I recognized as soon as I opened my eyes followed with detailed personal information of Shiora is as follows.

[Shiora Velvet. 20 years old.

Parents died in a fire.

Currently entrusted with Count Bonetti.

The remaining property is 0.

To be kicked out in 3 days ]

It is clear that the situation is worse than the previous two possessions

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A book was handed down one day to her – the priest, saint, pope – only follower left of the ancient god Pebula.

In the book called , there was written a story that this world would soon be destroyed by the villain ‘Cruello White Desert’.

“O ancient god Pebula, please perform a miracle.”

As soon as she finished reading the book, Pebula gave a revelation to ‘educate the villain!’

She immediately became the villain’s childhood fiancée.

First attempt. Rehabilitation failed because she ate poison instead of the villain and died.

2nd attempt. Possessing the body of a villain’s maid, but failing again.

Finally, a 3rd attempt.

She woke up to the body of Shiora, who had no contact with the villain, and try to make a relationship with the villain.

But there was only one year left until Cruello destroyed the world…

Above all, after two failures, the gentle kid has already grown into a vicious villain!

Like Cinderella going home at 12 o’clock, Shiora wanted to save Cruello and free herself from her duty.

Will she be able to fulfill her role and become independent from fate?

I lifted my eyelids.

An unfamiliar ceiling came into view.

Where is this place? Who am I?

I raised my hand, wondering if it could be.

The calluses were nowhere to be found, and the hands with only skin on the bones were seen.

My voice is also unfamiliar.

It was aesthetic, but that didn’t make me feel better.

I bowed my head in agony.

Then, my disheveled hair flowed down to block my view.

I grabbed a handful and smiled in vain.

“Blonde hair again this time.”

It was kind of funny.

Oh, my. This is not the time.

I looked around with my head up.

The bedroom is spacious, but there were only a few pieces of furniture.

A clean space in a good way and an empty space in a bad way.

There aren’t many places to search.

I jumped up, pulled my canopy back, and got out of bed.

I opened all the drawers, removed the sofa’s cushion, lifted the carpet, and tilted the curtain.

I also looked under the bed, the most secret space in the bedroom.

It’s clean. Without dust.

“It should be mandatory to write a diary by law.”

How can someone not write in a diary?

When I swept my hair back in disappointment, my hair tangled around my fingers like a trap.

Perhaps it was an ominous sign, followed by a knock.

“I’m coming in, Miss Shiora.”

“Hold on!”

I rushed in front of the mirror.

I checked the shape reflected in the mirror.

“It’s okay.”

It wasn’t just my voice that was good.

My hair was thin, but it’s as pretty as the sunlight…

“Miss Shiora?”

Pulling myself together at the sound of urging, I summarized the information reflected in the mirror.

Blond eyes, a beautiful woman, skinny, and a bad complexion.

Even when I smile or frown, my facial muscles do not move well.

And one personality.

“Come on in.”

A girl in her late teens came in.

Short red hair with freckles. Looking at her outfit, she was a maid.

I greeted her with a blank face.

“What’s going on?”

The maid was not very curious about my words and actions if she misunderstood.

She just brought washing water and helped with washing my face.

If I have questions that I can ask without being suspicious, what could it be?

“What was your name?”

“It’s Betty, Miss Shiora.”

I see.

The conversation was cut off as it was.

I wish she was a talkative friend, but I was the only one who was anxious and wiggled my fingertips.

Meanwhile, Betty started brushing my hair.

If I leave without any information at this rate, I’ll be the one in trouble.

Let’s ask.

“My mother…”

I threw a bait.

It was catched right away.

“You were placed near the annex. That’s what happened to your place.”

“Oh.”

The parents of “Shiora” seem to have died recently.

“It’s hard, right? I can relate a little bit because I lost my father when I was young.”

“…”

“But I’m glad you got better. You didn’t even talk at all and stayed in the bedroom, so I was very worried.”

No wonder that after saying a few words, my throat felt hoarse.

Naturally, Betty continued the conversation as she thought about what to say if I wanted to ask another question.

“It’s a pity that tomorrow will be the last.”

“What…?”

“You will do well outside.”

“Huh?”

“Okay, that’s it. You’re beautiful, my lady.”

Betty, who brushed my hair, smiled softly.

She was smiling, but her expression seemed to pity the person in front of her instead.

Her face overlapped with the words I had heard a moment ago, and an ominous surge rose sharply.

What do you mean, outside?

“Then I will go out. It’s almost meal time.”

“Wait!”

I grabbed Betty’s skirt in an instance.

If you’re blunt, I’ll change that.

Now is not the time to just adjust to the personality of this body of the previous owner.

Within 30 minutes of waking up in my new body, my intuition was dyed bright red.

Crisis!

And my senses are pretty good.

Therefore…

“Miss?”

“Help, I can’t remember anything!”

I’ve chosen that option.

Memory loss is not a good card to use.

If I am sick, and a child of a family, I have to waste months meeting all kinds of doctors.

What if I am now a child that doesn’t exist in the house? I’ll probably be treated as a crazy person and be prepared to be kicked out.

For reference, both are experiences.

Surprisingly, I got a good result this time.

“Oh my gosh! I knew you were a little different today.”

Betty was willing to cooperate with me, stomping her feet.

She also respected the opinion that the original Shiora didn’t want to talk to others.

I wrote down the results in my notebook.

「Name: Shiora Velvet. 20 years old. Adopted child.

Parents died in a fire.

The culprit is the owner of the mansion.」

The supposed mansion owner was slaving off without getting paid by the current evil mansion owner.

It was a case of revenge.

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At that time, Shiora would have died too.

Or else I wouldn’t have come into this body.

It was worth saying, but the problem is…

「Remaining property: 0」

The legacy that Shiora will receive has also burned down neatly.

When she was in a situation to sit on the street after a funeral, her uncle reached out his hand.

Her uncle had a bad relationship with her parents, but he recovered the bodies and held a funeral because she had no other relatives.

That’s already two weeks ago.

Here’s the question!

So what will happen to me?

「I’m going to be kicked out in three days.」

“Is it real?”

I fell flat on the bed mat.

Somehow, the bedroom was empty considering it was spacious, so I didn’t know it was a guest bedroom.

It was natural that the original Shiora didn’t have a diary.

I laughed my head off.

“What should I do?”

I’ve done this three times, but it’s the first time I’m going to be kicked out without a place to live.

It was so incomprehensible that I held Betty and asked her.

“Betty, who am I engaged to?”

“As far as I know, you are not engaged.”

Betty was puzzled by the strange question, but I found this situation even more bizarre.

Then what? Why did I wake up from this body?

There is no context!

I hit the pillow in anger.

“Who sent me here?”

I can go back in time and specify it exactly.

A few years ago.

A book fell down where I lived.

Brown leather tailor decorated with golden patterns.

On the outside, the new word 〈Fate〉 was written.

“It was the wedding day of Minuet Bonetti.”

The first sentence that comes to mind vividly was like that.

The book was conducted from the perspective of a character named Minuet, and the content was simple.

Minute’s husband destroyed the world!

Honestly, it wasn’t fun.

It was completely readable because the route that came in was amazing, but to give a star rating, I would only give a one. The problem was that it wasn’t a boring book, it was when I flipped to the last page.

「This is actually happening in the outside world.」

「Please make a miracle, Pebula.」

「Have compassion on the arrogant humanity who has forgotten you and save them.」

「Please don’t abandon humanity.」

The letters written in blood welcomed me.

I hardened as it was and belatedly realized that this book was a sacrifice to the God, Pebula.

As soon as I noticed it, an obligation was imposed on me.

Because I was the only believer left in the temple.

As for how it could be, it was possible because Pebula was an old god who had been forgotten by the people.

Priests, paladins, popes, saints.

All the positions were mine, and I was able to unfold my various abilities as much as I did, but I couldn’t leave the temple.

If even the one and only believer disappears, the god will perish.

I know that better than anyone, but why did Pebula tell me this?

To show me that?

As soon as I felt my doubts, it became clear.

Golden light poured into my vision, and the moment I opened my eyes again, I was in the body of a little kid.

“Hey, what’s with the eye level? Why are my hands so small? Pebula?”

“What are you doing standing blankly, Amy? The young master must be waiting for you, so hurry-”

“…Who are you?”

At that time, I became Amy Royalsand, the childhood fiancée of the villain who would destroy the world.

My god put me in someone else’s body without asking my opinion.

There’s nothing good about it, just the penalty and sticking around!

I can’t go against God anyway, so I tried to fix the villain.

But I failed.

Then I became the villain’s maid, and I failed again.

The third time, I opened my eyes to this body, who has nothing to do with the villain.

“It’s this body that will soon have to be sold on the street.”

Heh, does it make sense?

It was so absurd that I laughed.

But I have to make money.

Since I used to be an experienced maid, I am confident that I will do better than anyone else.

The problem is how to become a maid and make contact with the villain?

And to not die again while working?

“Yes, there is a place for money!”

I lifted my head and frantically waved the bell next to the bed.

“I’m going out for a while.”

***

After pretending to be pitiful, I barely managed to borrow a carriage and rode out.

My destination was Coltish Bank on the outskirts of the capital.

The bank, which keeps all customer identities a secret, has surprisingly been around for over a thousand years.

It is said that it was built to covertly support private activities that were forbidden in the country.

That’s why all of the Pebula Church’s assets are in this bank!

I proudly said the name of the account, and the staff answered.

“There are no accounts opened under that name.”

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