A witch who killed a couple hundreds of people. A rare mu*derer. The illegitimate child of the late Duke Amber. Beatrice Amber has returned thirteen times for unknown reasons.... more>>

In her first life, she was executed for killing a priest and in her second life, she was executed for mu*dering her husband. In one life, she left her family, lived in a remote land, and died of old age. She was mu*dered in another life, and another where she eventually killed herself.

But when she wakes up, it’s always back to the same time as always. At 9 a.m. in January, when she turned 18. Tired of everything, she lived her thirteenth life as a witch. I killed if I had to, and I killed when someone asked me to. Beatrice was notorious as a witch who killed more than 100 people and was executed once again.

And I woke up again at 9 a.m. in January when I was 18 years old. I have to find a way to die. <<less

Isaac Esteban, the one I loved and who loved me in return.... more>>

He, who had been so devoted to her, suddenly betrayed Calliope for the saintess who had traveled the lands in search for knights to defeat the demon king. He turned his back on Calliope and left to follow Clementia as the chosen knight fated to subjugate the demon king, who is resurrected every 500 years, saying he felt true love for the latter.

Foolish Calliope waited for him, hoping to take that one chance to cling to him when he returned. She could never forget that gaze that looked at her so lovingly.

He came back a year later, dead, without a body and only his name left behind.

Stricken with grief, she lived as if she were in hell for a year. In the end, during the parade for the one-year anniversary celebration of the demon king’s defeat, she climbed up the bell tower and jumped to her death.

s*upid Calliope.
Foolish Calliope.

She could neither forget nor throw away the man who had done the same to her.

She, who threw her life away like that, opened her eyes once again. To her childhood. To the day before she entered the Marquis household. To the days as a young child with nothing. <<less

"You made me miserable.”... more>>

My husband, Carlothian, loved the saint of the empire.

After the ugly jealousy, what remained was the stigma of cursing the saint.

It happened when I gave up everything after so much regret.

"So the body I'm possessing is the villainess of the century who cursed the saint?"

Oh come on, Not me. A singer who lost their voice in a car accident, 'I,' opened my eyes. With a body that could no longer sing, I intended to die just like that.

"I won't let you die.”

My husband, who once loved the saint, is acting strange. Why now?

I am not Ariadeline who was drowning in love.

"What on earth are you thinking?”

"I'm thinking of making you love me again."

Unlike my confused self, Carlothian smiled.

"You already loved me once."

Since you already loved me once, won't loving me twice be easier?

The teary sound filled the room thickly. <<less