She is a Lady, but she spews profanities like    
               they were made for her. 

She is what you would call....A F*cking Lady.

....••••••....

Zylith Sanders was a mundane teenager until one-day she was sucked into a wash basin and somehow ridiculously ended up in a feudal world without her beloved games and movies. 

To make matters worse, she was sold off by slave traders to the horrid Noble house of Ronales as a petty maid.

But that was not the end of her worries, Dear Zylith, the feminist had a long struggle ahead of her when she meets the mighty King of this feudal kingdom and becomes his pretend consort.

With a king that likes to poke deadly humor at her, and a bamby girl who wanted nothing to do with the ancients. 

How will the poor teenage feminist cope with only her sarcastic mouth to rely on!

Just dive in and read on to find out Zylith Sander's romantic plight.

My Fair Lady

I'm a very forgiving person, I really am; but... there are somethings even I can't digest without a qualm; such as knowing that Fredurd was appointed to be my personal knight not because he was promoted, but because he was demoted. 


I could no longer maintain the smile on my face when I heard Fredurd's words. 


".......What did you just say?" I asked in a slow foreboding voice. 


"I was punished to be the first Queen's personal knight. Whuwaaaaa!" He repeated again and the words almost pierced through my poor heart. 


"Yes Your Highness, at first I thought it was ridiculous that I was appointed as your personal sworn knight as my punishment, it seemed more like a promotion to me as well. But after I met you, I finally understood that it really was meant to be a punishment(Sob, sob~)." 


I wonder why I had the sudden murderous urge to throttle someone. 


Chapter ~ 38