Dear Diary: A Medieval Fantasy’s Womanly Tale

Content warning: Prostitute FMC, r-word and mixed race intercourse, psychological.

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Entry 0:

Dear Diary.



I do not necessarily think that I was a happy person. But I died the way I wanted, and I chose to live my life the way I envisioned. Making huge amount of money in my early days, I found that there is only so much money one could have.

I decided to live on instant noodles, bare minimum apartment and hanging out with friends only once per two weeks. The other ninety-five percent of my money? Charity, anonymously.



The last time I knowingly did sin was so long ago.



I was never married, and I died staring into the clouds, starved myself to death, you read that correctly, traveller. I starved myself to death, for I found that to be quite romantic. But then, I found myself awoke again from the deep slumber, facing judgement I shall relive another life, with sin.