Revenge on a Fake Noblewoman

“Please save me. I’m innocent. I was really Father’s daughter, Grandfather……!”

“How dare a monster like you deceive me and even try to kill the saint?”

“Why are you doing this to me? It was all your doing, in fact!”

“I hated you. So, my dear younger sister, you deserve to die. Even if it means framing you.”

And so I died. As a witch, as the only stain on the honor of a prestigious ducal family.

But to live again. Is this God’s mercy, or the devil’s amusement?

“Please be happy with your beloved older sister again in this life too, Grandfather. If you can.”

Now I no longer try to become a beloved noble daughter. I no longer wish to be family.

I will only head toward revenge!

But…….

“No! You, at least, please live-!”

I can’t stop wondering.

“I like you.”

“We…… are friends.”

The only two men who approached me when everyone else pointed fingers at me.

Between those two, who is it?

You who ran into the fire, held me in your arms, and died with me.