Prologue

Prologue

At the age of sixteen, a run-in with a tree unlocked memories of my past life, leading me to the realization that this world was the setting of a novel I had once read.The roots of this story extend from novell bìn origin.

However, it was glaringly apparent that I was already on a one-way trip to hell.

Ascal Debrue.

The empress, seated with an air of daunting authority on the throne, called my name.

Yulia.

Considering my exemplary service, shouldnt I be entitled to early retirement then?

Thus, I bestow upon you the office of Prime Minister. You are bound to me, in life and death.

But, it seems its already too late.

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How did things come to this point?