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Empress of Eternal Winter [GL]

A normal high school student named, Makoto Ami, who was having the quietest high school days of her life---not. She was her school's cold-hearted Ice Queen. Sending cold glares to every she meets, giving out orders to what she called clods and infuriating minions. Being in the student council she had to maintain order every day. However, Makoto Ami, has been reincarnated by a God who didn't give a single shit about her and made her the new queen of a kingdom lost in barren snow. She was killed in a sort of accident when she tried rescuing a kid who was about to get hit by a huge red truck. Upon reflex, she pushed the kid away and she was killed instead. The god that caused her death, the accident- mocked her for trading her fragile mortal life for another. Not only that, it was revealed that every single horrible moment in her life was made by the same god. She cursed the deity swearing for revenge. I truly wonder what will happen to our Heroine as she unexpectedly reincarnated in another world! Art is made by the artist Myka I commissioned! Revised story: January 20, 2023.

Zerin_Lee · Fantaisie
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154 Chs

Chapter 56: The Despair (III).

Chapter 56: The Despair (III).

Elizabeth's POV

Creak…!

The door to the dining hall opened.

Such an entrance I received, Count Leo laughed heartily as his wife held onto his arm in silence giving a forced smile.

"Your highness! Apologies for being late, we had to fix something for you, a gift to properly welcome you in the province of Günhild." (Count Leo) apologies and the couple both greets me one with a bow and the other a curtsy.

I know in my new title of the crown princess, I have no need to curtsy in front of nobility whose ranks are lower than mine.

However, in order to gain some of their trust or see me aloof I suppose I'll indulge in making the count feel like he's equal to me.

I gave him a formal curtsy, and smiled looking happy and surprised to deceive him. "I thank the Count for your consideration of me- giving a gift of welcome, I am ashamed that I did not prepare anything on hand."