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Emilin died a tragically sad death in her first life, if you could call it a life at all.

No friends, no family, no ambition, no desire, no emotions.

NOTHING. BUT this time, she was determined to live her life to the FULLEST!

Emilin: [Who am I even?]

DOTING BIG BROTHERS: [Bah! Who else but our cutest little sister?]

LOVING PARENTS: [Ah! Our little angel of course.]

OTHER CLASSMATES: [Who is this ice queen? So cool!]

BEST FRIENDS: [Why is this so-called 24/7 ice face so clingy. But she’s too cute when she’s pouting! You’re our adorable little cinnamon roll.]

HANDSOME ML: [Yeah, why are you so cling to them? Come be clingy with me! You are mine, as much as I am yours.]

BUSINESS PARTNERS: [Who the fuck are you talking about? Surely, we do not speak of the same person! You are the little devil that descended from the 7 heavens, our little ancestor.]

To Live Again, For the First Time!

"I say, Grand Aunt, are you not curious as to why that grandson of yours hasn't been sleeping and eating well? It's quite the interesting story."

Elijah's question instantly caught the elder's attention.

Lady Charlotte's gaze shifted to her Grand nephew, pointing her chin in order to signal him to start talking.

Moulan, who had still been embracing his grandmother's arm up to this point was instantly shocked into sitting up straight.

"What are you even suggesting Elijah! You shouldn't be worrying grandma with such vague words. Grandmother knows how hardworking I am, very, very hard working! She wouldn't believe your slandero---… misleading words!"

Moulan quickly changed the wording of his phrase after realizing that his future pride as a genius grandson that his grandmother could be proud of was on the line.

Word Play Pt IV: (Promise to Work Hard)