The most infamous villainess in history, and my inevitable fate is imminent death. When I opened my eyes, I found myself in the body of a girl named Hailey.
The “good” news?
I had only one year left before I died. But even that year wasn’t granted to me in peace; I was thrown into a tainted land at the bottom of a deep valley, with no chance to rest or think. Yet, it seems death doesn’t come easily to those who await it. As the old saying goes: “Clinging to the past and harboring anger over what happened ruins your future.”
A year passed.
Here I am, alive, planting in the soil and giving my all every day. I thought Hailey was just a typical villainess, but I discovered she was a genius; she could control corrupted magic and purify those afflicted by the zombie curse.
I didn’t waste this ability—I put it to good use. I lived with strength, and soon, titles began to surround me: “The Demonic Marchioness” and “The Villainess’s Successor.”
And the strangest part? The people around me didn’t run away—they drew closer!
“We won’t leave!”
“Why? For hell’s sake, why?”
“We want to live on your land, under your mercy, my lady!”
I… am a Demonic Marchioness! So why is no one afraid of me?
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