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That guy was my friend's boyfriend. After they fought, he came home and said he wanted my opinion. What exactly made his girlfriend change? I, who didn't have a bad feeling at all, put him in the house. Then he killed me!
That bastard stabbed me multiple times with a kitchen knife and killed me. Even though he knew tomorrow was my wedding day.
How sad. A death that made me curse all efforts. But, what could I do?
I thought I was dead. I did. Because at that moment I didn't feel any air in my lungs. Because everything went dark.
I didn't know anything until I opened my eyes and saw a beautiful ceiling with crystal chandeliers. Are there hospitals like this? I'm sure that even if the apartment I lived in was sold, I wouldn't be able to buy that crystal chandelier!
"She's alive! SHE'S ALIVE! LADY ELEONORA IS ALIVE!" I turned my head and saw an old woman running while screaming.
I'm alive? Really? But who is Eleonora? I'm Cristy!
I don't understand anything yet. Not a single thing. People started introducing themselves as my parents, future in-laws, and fiancé. But I knew that none of them were telling the truth!
Their smiling faces were terrifying masks. My gut screamed at me to run away.
And I knew that my gut never lied!

I Got Killed and Woke Up as a Successor

The search inside the old library of the Windsor mansion in the capital could not be said to have ended in vain. Many of the documents and books they examined together-including Demian-mentioned purification. However, nothing explained how the purification process took place.

"I'm sorry ...." Andrew looked very regretful as he escorted Eleonora to her carriage.

Even though Eleonora had said it to Andrew earlier, when the man made the same gloomy face, but it seemed that what Eleonora said was quickly forgotten by Andrew. "You've helped me a lot." Eleonora pushed herself forward, left a light peck on Andrew's cheek and went to get into her carriage.

As she waved from the carriage window, Andrew looked better than ever. The snow storm had subsided a bit by now, hence Eleonora's carriage was moving well.

The Purification (2)