Just as I was about to be executed for a crime I didn't commit, those around me began to panic, but please don't worry—I'm already placing my hopes in the next life.

"Hmph... how gloomy. Do you still insist that you are not a fake?" It was something she had already claimed countless times before. No matter what she said, no one listened, and with execution already decided, what more could she say now? "Now you're silent... You're still quite good at irritating us." "Then perhaps you should carry out the execution as soon as possible." "I will do so without being told, as scheduled. We shall meet again, death row inmate Anemone." With those words spat out, the Prince left the underground dungeon with the same measured pace as when he arrived. "...I'm exhausted." Hands and feet that had been broken, bent, and could no longer move properly. Insufficient food. And the torrent of abuse from both her parents and younger sister, her former fiancé the Prince, and the endless mockery from the masses. I'm tired. Nothing matters anymore. "In my next life, I want to live a more ordinary, warm life... I'm not asking for much, after all..." Making a final prayer, she vowed in her heart to offer it only for herself.