THE VILLAINESS ENDING IS YOUR CHOICE

ll sorts of kind in entertainments when it comes into an

attacked killed her while din

us life go and goes in

has been since those memories rus

ixteenth years old with messy long black hair, crimson pair of eyes looking swollen from al

minde

us household named Maria Ebillish, ano

t the knot in my falling stomach w

ith another title "Priestess Lover's Diary", it is a romantic story set in the fantasy world

ted commoner who has majestic power which

in love with the be

nd become a very powerful co

them were punished severely, for example a

en villains who harassed and

n prince tenderly and had do

the school, then aba

-hearted and a black belly young man-Duke of Slendlo

me–noth

w

remember, I am

lot and I had no me

o the welfare of the crown prince, and

l the female protagonist for the sake of proclaiming unrequited

ned by my family after h

esty Ru Shang of Misterilia condemned me with a noble cause t

to marry the i

e to prevent myself living in a different country or died

rnor for my insurance, until today, the sudden thunder

triggered earlier in my younger years, there is the

dropped to

e for crying abo

emale and an aristocr

, but there is no way I will let myself t

less

retch

llai

wi

or

az

o

ting words reso

royal family, and the mob characters will have to pay a high-

t w

ll kneel before

s go with the fl

week and because of h

self in thi

esk with tall shelves of books behind, and also the

greatly decorated with all kinds of luxuri

o fancy. Too

affluent family, our nobilit

portant things like books, papers

d with my memories of previous life

ement bubbling up inside, so without warnin

al, it i

e grateful

to my senses, my

ek, I hid and cried ins

e we go

sting and pain was

ce with both hands

ve time to

g the page and

thetic red gown and simply braide

ve the room with a

ed, I was greeted

continued to wander my fe

and fulfilled the expectations of my home for a no

tightly closed, making t

rted thinking that it was like a

ay memories are slow

are at last ready