The Day My Daughter Was Possessed and Killed by a Villainess. Or, a Story About the Day That Child Died.

"I have reflected upon my past conduct and repented. From today onward, I shall reform myself and become a proper lady befitting a duke's daughter." At some point, my dear daughter suddenly changed. She stopped her usual ringlet curls, ceased her selfish demands, and began treating the servants as if they were her own friends. She began to blossom with many talents—innovative dresses and culinary inventions—and many people praised her. But I remained troubled all along. Was she really my dear daughter? "Dear Marie... just one last thing—tell me. Who are you really?" As I lay dying, my daughter revealed everything. *This is a repost.