Sagu23

I died on the guillotine—forgotten, nameless. But when the blade fell, I remembered everything.

Once an orphan in Korea, I was reborn as Jia de Vellore, a noble daughter in the empire’s most tragic tale. My family was falsely executed, our names erased, our lives never even mentioned in the novel’s pages.

Now, I’ve been given a second chance. Reborn before the tragedy begins, I know the secrets, the betrayals, the hidden villain behind it all.

This time, I won’t be a background extra.
This time, I’ll survive.
And I’ll take the empire down with me.

reincarnated fiancée of crown prince of Aertheya

After leaving Sablenet, I made a few more stops—nothing too extravagant, just enough to show I'd been thinking of them.

A velvet scarf embroidered with silver thread for Father. A delicate glass music box for Mother—the kind that played a lullaby when wound, just like the one I faintly remembered from childhood.

For the maids, I chose assorted cookies wrapped in soft pastel paper and tied with golden ribbons.

Siaca's gift was a wooden horse, and Dia she loves embroidery.

By the time I returned to the County Vellore estate, the sky had already deepened into dusk, the lanterns lining the long gravel path glowing like floating stars. The guards opened the gate with a respectful bow. Mira greeted me at the entrance, arms crossed, but her relieved smile gave her away.

Dinner was warm, loud, and full of soft light.

Father told a story from his youth, wildly exaggerated of course, making everyone laugh. Mother pretended to scold him for it, but her eyes were kind and her cheeks pink from wine. Siaca leaned into me, whispering guesses about what gifts we each had gotten.

When I stood up and placed each package gently in their hands, the room went still with soft surprise.

"Did you plan all this, Ji-ah?" Mother asked gently, fingers brushing the music box.

There was laughter and teasing, but also an unfamiliar warmth—like a part of me was slowly stitching itself back into place.

Even if this peace was temporary…

The entire county was buzzing with excitement—two major events stirred whispers in every hallway, every tea shop, every drawing room.

First my enrollment intoArdeval Crown Academy—the most prestigious noble school in the Aertheyan Empire. For that I have to qualify for entrance exams.

And the second was my sister debut into high society.

Silks were being ordered from the capital. Jewelry boxes delivered under velvet wraps. Tailors and stylists arrived like migrating birds, setting up camp in the estate to prepare the perfect first impression for the eldest daughter of House Vellore.

And for me Jia de vellore, was already sleeping under the mountains of books. Well I did well in my previous life, but I want to score at least in one subject the highest that was in magic.

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