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“Hanami, where are you?”
“Good girl, come out now~——”
The gentle, watery voice echoed in the vast main hall, accompanied by the rhythmic sound of footsteps—tap, tap, tap.
Each step sent jolts through her frail, pitiful, and helpless heart, as if the blood in her veins had frozen, her heart stopped beating, and suffocation swept over her.
Hanami curled up inside a tiny cabinet, praying desperately that she would not be discovered.
For Hanami, who had just witnessed her own mother turn into a monster and tear her vicious father apart with her bare hands, the shock was enough to make a horror film.
On the brink of death, Hanami couldn’t help but complain about her own absurdly unlucky reboot of life.
Other people’s reincarnation: Using the knowledge of their past life, they leap to genius status, build a happy and wealthy family, ascend to the peak of life, harvest sweet love, and achieve the ultimate success.
Her reincarnation: Becoming a diminutive princess of the Sengoku era, about to be sent off for a political marriage!
If it was only that, she could accept it. But fate was never so simple.
Because her mother in this life—was not human!
Literally!
Not human!
Thinking about it brought tears. On this ordinary night, her body, which had stopped growing at age ten, had now reached eighteen—well beyond the average marrying age for Sengoku women. She had thought she could spend her days idly, but tragedy struck.
Of all things, disaster descended.
She caught the eye of a neighboring king who clearly ha