“Don’t close thine eyes, or thee might find thyself in a garden of darkness. For the devil is a master of lies and deceit.” The Hero of Hope has slain the Demon Lord. The nightmare is dead, peace and prosperity begat to the lands as he was hailed as king to the now claimed castle. An aftermath yet to be clean, lingering thoughts to be rested, and a curse waiting to be finished. In the beginnings of hope, the Demon Lord foresight the threat opposing him. In an attempt to remove it, the fiend laid a trap, a bomb waiting to be detonated. It never exploded, to his dismay, not until the Demon Lord had long since perished and his blood washed away from his very throne. That bomb was a curse beyond the world. The hero’s soul was righteous and powerful, so the Demon Lord aimed directly for it. Switch it with another person, who knows not of how to save, who was a coward and easily disposed of. A person who doesn’t even know the laws of the world. Forced transmigration. It was unknown why it never fully took effect until one peculiar moment. When that festering curse finally took over the hero, and the soul of a woman planted within the hero suddenly gained control. She was afraid, she was confused, and she ran away from the castle. The meek soul wishes to go home. She was not forthright, she was not cunning, she was not the hero. But she still wanted to exist. Was that not a fair thing to ask? -- The book cover respectfully stolen is respectfully made by a great artist. If said artist wishes me to take the picture down, then I shall oblige. --