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On that day, I, Marianne Phull Reheath died. It was complete and utter death. That guillotine thing did its thing and I died. Ah, just remembering it is making me a little sick. “Urrrrggh.” “Milady!?” As I sprayed vomit, the way my personal maid Nelly panicked was a little lauabuuooagh. And wait, how nostalgic, I don’t think I’ve seen Nelly in a while. Been about ten years, perhaps? Right, ten years. I had been executed for national treason, but by the time I came to it, I was vomiting in the house I used to live in ten years ago. I don’t know what’s going on. But those guillotines, you know. All I did was leak a few national secrets to an enemy nation in order to live my way of life, but this nation’s laws sure are strict. Whatever the case, what’s done is done. No, I guess it still matters. Looking closely at my own hands, I got the feeling they were even smaller and more lovable than I remembered. Meaning just like a fairy tale, it wasn’t as if I was simply sent into the past, my body itself was reverted ten years. Could this be a dream… is my life flashing before my eyes… It’s just, well, whether this be a dream or reality, that doesn’t change what I’m going to do. “Milady, have you calmed down?” “Quite, thank you Nelly.” My gratitude must have been considerably uncalled for as Nelly opened her eyes wide in surprise. No, well, I guess that’s the obvious reaction. In short, around this time, I was a damn brat. My ill-naturedness has yet to change, but back then, I was an honest girl who didn’t know how to put on an act… As I recall, I had Nelly resign in a flight of fancy. Since then, my personal attendants changed a few times, but looking back on it all, Nelly was always the most skillful. I don’t feel like firing her this time, and I guess I should play the good kid for a bit so she doesn’t run away. “O… oh…” For some reason, Nelly was shaking, or so I thought when she suddenly burst into tears. “W-what’s wrong, ,Nelly!?” “To think the day would  Read the full article