You Think I Won't Talk?

I was starting to feel annoyed after so many useless preparations.

But luckily, it ended faster than expected.

Finally, after enduring a tedious beauty session, I stood up and walked slowly to the mirror to see myself.

’Heh.’

This is obviously not me.

This body has wavy reddish-brown hair and dark Grey eyes. A delicate face that screams elegance, fair milk skin and the body is quite... nice... not that different to my own measurements but with a thinner waist.

The dress was dark green, the neckline showed a little peek to my breast and the beautiful embroidery of golden threads, came from the start of the puffy skirt to unfold like a blooming flower on the torso.

Okay. This is a given, I’m not in my original body.

The form of my body and the face is totally different.

’Then... I died. And now I reincarnated.’

I nodded, satisfied. So now that that’s out of the way, let’s see how is this life that now I lead.

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