[Status: Completed /02/14/24] Synopsis: When Monarki found herself tied inside a dark castle dungeon, she merely thought that it was all just a product of her dream. But when knights appeared in front of her and ordered her to be dragged to the guillotine, she realized how intense and terrifying her dream was. Determined to go on and witness where her silly dream will take her, she obediently puts her neck under the blade that screams her death. “Death to the sloth! Execute the lazy bitch!” She was convinced that it wasn’t real, but when the coldness of the blade touched her skin, the heart-wrenching cries and tear-stained faces of her loved ones filled her vision. She finally realized that her lethargic and boring life as Monarki had ended, and her new identity in that unfamiliar world where magic and monsters exist began. However, the lingering soul of the body’s owner, Luna, seemed to have wanted her body back. Will Mona allow her to reclaim her life once more? Or will she fight for her own life, despite the truth that nothing belonged to her in that world? “What can I offer for you to feel belong in this world?” Asked by the Grand Duke who wanted her to stay. The man gave his heart instead, now owned by Monarki. Join Monarki to unravel the mysteries revolving around her transmigration, and find out why her soul, of all people, was the one who got summoned. *** This is my first story so I can assure you that I'll finish it no matter what^^ The novel will focus on Mona's adventure as she unravels the mysteries revolving around her and Luna's identity. Romance is quite slow, but it will gradually focus on that, so please keep reading^^ Thank you! - Cover is mine^^
In the blink of an eye, Cassandra found herself in front of the ancient door. It was impossible to arrive in the span of a second, considering the distance between the temple and the Germundt mansion. But Cassandra felt like she just blinked, as she couldn't remember how she got there before the Great Ancient Library.
Her mind was out of her head, wandering to a particular place where someone might have been celebrating their existence.
She mumbled the key to the door and it opened. Without dithering, she traversed the aisle where the end pointed at the jeweled fountain. She didn't even bother to check if the first highest priest was inside.
Cassandra stood in front of the small fountain, her blank eyes gazing at the calm stirring of the water. Her eyes then traveled to the silver statue, and it landed on the jar pouring clear and crystal-like water.