Mila's life was perfect in every single way—she had a supportive family, wealth, and even a high stage of her career. However, all of this was shattered on a fateful day as her figure fell down from the stairs, died, and left this life behind. Still in a confused state, she wakes up in an unfamiliar place and later finds out she possesses a different body than she was used to. The appearance she now possessed might be that of a goddess compared to her own, but the life they lived had a significant difference: one was living a life of solace while the other was living in hell. Now that Mila possesses the body, she has to experience a life that is completely different from her own. In her previous world, she was wearing high-quality clothes; now she is wearing the rugged clothes of a laundry maid. Living in a world where cruelness is breaming on the majority under a kind facade, will Mila be able to adapt and survive in this harsh reality, or will she be consumed by the darkness that surrounds her? Warning: The cover is not mine. I got it from Pinterest.
The unexpected words that came out of the high priest's mouth made the room quite as if a god had walked past it and was holding their breath, afraid that they would garner the wrath of the divine being.
The tension in the air was palpable, with Mila and Prince Connor hanging on to every word that the high priest spoke, unsure of what would come next.
Mila felt a mix of astonishment and apprehension at the high priest's words.
The notion of being regarded as an incarnation of the Sun Goddess Helia was beyond anything she had ever imagined.
It was a weighty title, one that carried immense responsibility and expectation.
However, she knew that title was meant to be given to her. After all, it was the fate written by the author of the novel.
The only thing that astonished her was the fact that it arrived way too soon.
Mila wondered if the development of the story has now changed because of a person like, an outsider.