"Quick! End it!"

"There's the cursed plant!"

"Kill it!"

What a laughable situation...

All because she didn't bore flowers anymore that these people now wanted to end her life. And here, she was finally going to regain her human form. After all these years of having her power stolen from her and thrown onto these barren lands of humans and low ranked beasts.

There was no need to figure out who caused her demise. She knew it without needing confirmation. That vile woman thought she had the power to control those that belong to her. Just because she was so powerful or was "benevolent" and "kind".

The pain of her limbs being hacked away by a machete stung her with great pain as she laughed hollowly in her heart.

If there was a next life, she will surely return the favor ten folds. As the ruler of her kind and as the queen of flowers, she will return and pay back the favor in kind.

With her limbs cut, drips of red blood began to flow out as if sap and stain the skin under the clothes of her murderers scaring them while they watched the blood continue to flow and green buds appear above the pile of white snow. Finally, flowers as red as her own dark blood bloomed as if soaked in the blood of her own.

A crimson peony as red as blood.

A perfect gift to commemorate her warning of her enemy's future.

Her bloody revenge.