Never in my wildest dreams would I expect rebirth. And no, I don't want it. Wasn't this too damned novel for the tragic life I lived? But I wasn't delusional to continue this unnecessary stress called my life.

The moment I awoke to my past, I calmly accepted this incredulous situation. And what was my reaction, you'd say? Simple: die an honorable death. Tired of living? death is never scarce! It loves all. But at the very least, I'm going down with a bang as Matilda once told me. Ah, such a beautiful comrade.

Standing in front of Prince Xavier's palace, I screamed from the bottom of my shit infested heart.

"Xavier!!! You damned dishonorable scum sh¡t a** faced mothaf*cker of a psychopath!!! Fuck you!!! I curse you to burn for eternity!"

And this, my friends was how I got apprehended by royal guards. Cursing royalty was a sin. But I felt good, cursing a**holes was okay, no?

Then the story started. How I began to enact my must-do list after rebirth.