Prologue

Dead bodies adorned the furniture, bright red blood stained the silver corridors, and finally, organs and guts tinted the white and pure halls. She was breathing heavily, not expecting this to be the way her second death ended. She reasoned that maybe, just possibly, she would have had a chance, but regrettably, life wasn't that simple. This death was more painful and bloody than her first. As her killer approached slowly, she lamented her own shortcomings and prayed for another chance to turn the world around and bring peace to the kingdom Emotionless and bloody, sword and body still standing strong, she raises her long sword, ready to chop off her head. The princess makes one last wish.

…… … I’m sorry, Maria. I wish I could have saved you; then maybe it wouldn’t have ended this way. Really, I’m really, really, really sorry, Maria. I……love

Maria sliced off her head before she could finish speaking, causing blood to spill out and further contaminate the ground and her exquisite, bloody armor. The headless and lifeless body of a woman she had once loved deeply, killed by her own hands, was in front of her. Since it was a requirement for her mission, she naturally followed it, but she secretly knew she never wanted this, so she went out to declare victory while holding the princess's head.

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Let's take a moment to go back in time. I'm Diana Kinawa, a third sister in a family of five. I'm not the smartest person in the world, but I'm smart enough to get into a decent college and earn a decent degree. Before long, I discovered a man I liked—with a strong emphasis on "like." I liked him even though I didn't love him. "Why?" one might wonder. Simply put, I prefer girls to boys. I became aware of it late in life and suffered a great deal as a result. I felt strange about it, of course. I had no idea why, but I only felt a connection to women. Suppose there was a minor mishap one day. I ultimately did the one thing I regret most in my life, and because I was so traumatized and repulsed by men in general, I cut off all ties with both my family and my friends. No one really cared for me; instead, they viewed my love of girls as a sickness, a sign, a curse, or something, and shortly after

For the first time in 27 years, I was filled with pure joy when I learned about the LGBTQ+ flag. Similar to me, there are others who defy the norm. There are others who are afflicted with this strange illness or curse. Because I was happy, really happy, I opened my laptop every night and looked up what LGBTQ++ meant online. Maybe I found some kinship or partners from it, and maybe, just maybe, I got over my trauma and moved on. Of course I was afraid—fearful, mind you. I cut off contact with my family, friends, and teachers for nearly five years.

colleagues, and so forth. In any case, despite my fear, I still harbored a glimmer of hope, and I proceeded forward. Two years later, I gradually overcame my trauma, went out, and naturally had a good time. Naturally, I was afraid of men in general, but when they told me they were gay or aro/ace and didn't care about me, I was genuinely happy and nearly started crying for the first time, I'll admit. We quickly became best friends after I felt accepted for the first time in my life. Simply best friends, indeed. Nothing more, nothing less. It was one of the happiest times of my life. Never in my life have I been happier. I felt content on the inside after listening to everyone's issues and working with them to find solutions. What if this joy had lasted a little longer, or forever? Life wasn't that easy, unfortunately

After one thing led to another, I eventually became ill and died at the young age of thirty, filled with regrets. After wishing I had more time to live, I found myself in a strange body and location. It took me some time to realize that I had been reincarnated as the third princess, Eliana Whosefors. How ironic—three once more? Could that number be cursed? either way this is how my first life ended and my new second life started.