Ah fuck, This is the fourteenth time!

Aia Kenji, who transmigrated in the body of Roryiana Brigh Solveig through fortunate (unfortunate) means laughed heartily as if there weren't any sword pointed at her throat.

"Well, I'm not really the serious type of person but bloody hell! How can you betray me for the thirteenth time already? Somehow, that makes you exceptional but absolutely not in a good way. In all my thirteen lifetimes, the one who would betray me varies but you, kind sire, is more consistent than most of the lovers back on earth who does online dating!"

"..." The man stayed rather silent for a while, observing the 'lunatic' who seemed to have lost her mind mumbling nonsensical words that he does not understand what the meaning is.

Then he said with a face full of grief "Brigh, It seems that Helene was right. You have truly gone insane."

"Helene? Oh, that Helene whose name means Light but is secretly colluding with the demons! I mean, who can blame her right? After all, the demons are particularly attractive. I say they're a nine out of ten."

"Nonsense! How dare you tarnish her name with baseless rubbish!" Roryiana stared at the man whose veins were about to pump out of his neck and arms. She smiled bitterly and thought that it was unfair on how he always betrays her who saved his life but stays loyal to Helene who's only using him for her devious plan of destroying the world.

"Ah, indeed. This world shall be destroyed. Come to think of it, I should express my gratitude to Helene in advance."

"Do not say her name with that—" He was cut off when Roryiana laughed.

His repeating words, like that of a broken tape was seriously starting to annoy Roryiana "Let me guess, Filthy mouth of mine?"

The man was about to say another word, but he was astonished when the woman, who's hair shone under the moonlight, smiled peculiarly with tears falling from her eyes that shone even brighter than her hair under the moon's embrace.

"Every time, you swore your love to me. You would kneel and give me a white rose while professing how not even the Gods and Goddesses can stop your love for me. You confessed your love, swearing how not even the Devil himself can get in between you and your so called undying love for me. What's worst is that you would always…always without fail…tell me how you would find me and love me even in another life." She scoffed and let out a laugh full of obvious bitterness.

"You would find me, alright! But love me? My beloved, even the Gods and Goddesses would not be able to make you truly love me. However, it was not the fact that you could never love me that breaks my heart, instead it is fact that, May it be in my past lives, in this life, or in another life, I will always…without fail…become permanently in love with you. Ah…indeed I am cursed…cursed in an endless cycle of loving a man who would never love me back." Roryiana thought that it was foolishly hilarious how she can be defeated by the same man thirteen times in this world where women rules and men were simply nothing but fancy jewels to collect.

Roryiana glanced at the huge window that should be called a door instead because of its size. 'Well to be honest, these are at least the words that the real Roryiana would have said. Not mine though. Ah but on a serious note, let this senior rest in peace and stop pointing that sword in this humble and old senior!'

She opened the window (door?) and stood at the very edge of it.

"This time, I beg you to allow me to die by killing my own self. You usually torture me to death, which believe it or not, is absolutely uncanny."

Before the man could even process her words, she jumped out of the window (door?) without any hesitation while yelling the words of freedom…

"Fuck you!"

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"My Liege, the barbarians in the north have gone wild once again. What should we do about them? Even thought they aren't worth your precious time, we have no choice but to solve this ourselves. After all, the great Emperor has her hands full with indulging her concubines. She's a newly wed after all." The knight laughed heartily and handed the invitations that was delivered earlier to the aide beside her master.

"…."

"My liege?" The knight tilted her head a little when she got no response.

'Is my liege furious that she must work in the stead of the emperor? Well, that is understandable. Who wants to work overtime when my liege could have been spending her time coddling with her concubine instead of working. I truly admire my liege for being patient instead of barging in the emperor's castle to smack the emperor in the head like she always does!'

"…. Who's your liege?" The knight's jaw dropped. Is her liege questioning her loyalty?

"Is that even a question? Of course, it is you, my liege! This humble one does not dare betray her liege!"

"Ah…Not again…." Roryiana looked at the familiar passionate knight in front of her and the familiar starting point of the novel every time she regressed. She smacked herself to make sure that she wasn't dreaming.

"M-m-my Liege! Are you alright? Why did you do that?!"

[Dear Host, a quick reminder from this system. Self-harm is strictly prohibited unless it is necessary. Twenty points will be deducted for every self-harm inflicted without proper reasoning.]

"Ah fuck"

Note:

This story is in Third Person's Point of View.

"Insert Text" is used when characters are talking.

'Insert Text' is used to express the thoughts of a character.