Episode 3

What a foolish notion—it was assumed that they were among the mightiest and most feared empires due to their demonic bloodline, yet they’ve lost everything for a so-called love. Laughable, truly, what a fool.

It infuriates me, but what incenses me even more is that, of all the characters in this novel, I had to be reborn as the minor character who dies in the most horrendous way imaginable—now that is just cruel.

But don't think for a second that I will stay idle, never. I will do whatever it takes to survive; they've taken my life once, but a second time does not count, absolutely not. They will see. From today forward, I am Jennsy Agastya, daughter of Empress Clariza Agastya from the Holy Empire.

Four years have passed since my mother's death; now I live in a forgotten section of the palace.

Secretly, my nanny has been teaching me manners, martial arts, and with the knowledge from my previous life, I have trained in self-defense so I can fight hand-to-hand if caught by surprise. And I have honed my magic skills—I must be ready.

I’ve also been taking extra accounting classes because I plan to be a very, very wealthy woman. I still have nine years to prepare, for when I turn thirteen, that’s when my beloved sister begins to use me as her punching bag. I need to find a way out before then, as there's no way I’m letting that conniving bitch lay a finger on my beautiful body, definitely not.

Five years later...

I am now ten. Over this time, I've become an associate of various famous dress shops because my knowledge of modern times has allowed me to design dresses that are both more contemporary and elegant. I even started an underwear line that has gained considerable fame. At first, it was a little challenging since the women of this era are quite reserved, but it took just a few to start buying them and then they sold like hotcakes. I also own a bakery that is at the forefront of trends in the empire.

And how do I manage all this while confined, you ask? Easy, my dear father isn't good at hiding his money, so I took care of my own sustenance, ha! In truth, my nanny is in charge; she is my right hand, and I work from the shadows. And it's not like I've stayed locked up all these ten years—I often sneak out quite regularly.

Oh, by the way, I already know how I will escape this prison. Soon my beloved father will host a banquet in honor of something I don't care about. What's certain is that envoys from many empires will attend, including those from the Dark Empire. A little bird told me that there's friction between the two. My ambitious father covets this empire and despises the emperor because he considers him an abomination with his demonic blood. But inviting him was necessary, as failing to do so would be an egregious discourtesy, and provoking a war with him at this point is inadvisable since the emperor is known as a bloodthirsty man who mercilessly slaughters anyone in his way. Therefore, he had to invite him to this empire for the banquet.