sometimes life can be a hell and sometimes it can be heaven

This story is about a girl who have suffered so many times in her life and she ended her life because of all these suffering and pain and she was reancarnated into a world of sword and magic with a lovely family but they died protecting our protagonist and our protagonist decided to take revenge from those peoples who have killed her family.. it's a story about revenge and hatered but in the end it will turn out to be a good and lovely story ..

So many emotions—hatred, selfishness, and loneliness...

The girl's eyes opened when she saw her parents fighting. It had become a routine for her; it was now something she had come to accept. Slowly, she began to think of herself as a loner, burdened by a world that seemed unjust. The weight of it all rested solely on her shoulders. One day, overcome by despair, she made a fateful decision. Standing on a bridge, her last tear fell from her eye as she leapt into the void, yearning for love and release.

As she plunged into the water, she questioned her actions: Why? Why am I doing this? What have I done wrong? I gave everything… I just wanted to live. I want another chance...

And then, darkness claimed her.

When she awoke, strange sounds filled her ears. She opened her eyes, uncertain of her reality. Before her stood a woman and a man, cradling her in their arms. Bewildered, she attempted to move but found her body too weak. With a tremendous effort, she lifted her hands... but they were so small. In shock, she cried out, though no sound came. Is this... my second chance?

Yes. She had been reincarnated into a noble family.

Flora couldn't contain her joy. She had a second chance at life. On her first birthday, her parents named her Flora Le Wemodious.

She struggled with the name, its pronunciation difficult for her, but in that moment, she sighed, content. At least I'm alive... at least I'm loved.

But she never imagined that this fleeting happiness would soon be shattered.

At the age of ten, Flora had blossomed into a beautiful young lady. One evening, her maid Lara came to her and said, "Young lady, it's time for dinner." Flora smiled, replying, "I'll be there at once, Lara."

She entered the dining room, greeted her parents, and sat down. The evening was filled with laughter and joy, as they shared a peaceful meal. Later, as the family retired for the night, Flora was jolted awake by shouting. Her heart raced. She rushed outside, only to find her father, sword in hand, fighting a mysterious figure in a black robe. Her mother, cradling Lara in her lap, was barely breathing.

Confused and terrified, Flora saw the robed man raise his sword against her father. The world seemed to shatter around her as fear gripped her. Her legs trembled, and she froze in place. Suddenly, the robed man's accomplice lunged at her, but Flora couldn't move. Her legs buckled under her, and she watched helplessly as her mother and Lara protected her with their last breaths.

Then, in an instant, her father's eyes turned toward her—his gaze filled with desperation—and, in that fleeting second, he was struck down.

"Flora... go!" her mother cried, her voice faint but insistent. "Don't look back... go to King Carlos. It's an order from your mother."

Flora could barely comprehend the words as tears streamed down her face. "I won't leave you... I won't leave you!" she sobbed.

"Go!" her mother urged, her voice breaking. "For your future… for your survival, Flora. Go!"

Flora, in her anguish, ran, not caring about the cuts on her feet or the pain in her chest. Why am I so weak? Why couldn't I protect them? she thought. "I'll become strong. I'll avenge you all," she vowed through her tears, her heart now filled with a burning resolve.

The mysterious man was still following her. Despite her exhaustion, Flora pushed herself to run faster, every step driven by the desire for revenge. Her feet bled, but she ran on, determined to survive.

Soon, she encountered a group of knights. One recognized her and, in panic, rushed toward her. "Young lady! You're the daughter of the Duke's butler!" he said urgently. Flora, in desperation, pleaded, "Please, help me! My family… they need help! Please… save them!"

The knight immediately sent reinforcements to the mansion and rushed Flora to the king's castle.

Two days later, she woke to the sound of a maid's voice. "Young lady, are you feeling well?" the maid asked gently. Flora, disoriented and still in shock, grabbed the maid's arm, her voice trembling. "Where are my father, mother, and Lara? Where are they?" she demanded.

The maid, bowing respectfully, replied, "Young lady, I'm afraid I cannot tell you about the incident. I'm sorry, but I will inform the knights at once that you've regained consciousness. They will inform His Majesty." And with that, she left the room.

Flora fell back onto the bed, tears streaming down her face. Is everything... truly over? she thought, lost in grief.

A couple of hours later, the maid returned, her face solemn. "His Majesty has requested your presence in his chambers. Please prepare yourself. A gown has been laid out for you."

Flora, her heart heavy with sorrow, dressed in a red gown that matched the intensity of her ruby eyes. She looked beautiful, yet the pain inside her was a silent storm. She made her way to the king's chambers.

When she entered, she bowed slightly, her voice shaking as she greeted him. "Your Majesty."

King Carlos, his gaze sharp and unreadable, commanded her to speak. "Hold your head high, child. Tell me what happened at the butler's estate."

With trembling lips, Flora recounted the horror she had witnessed. The king's expression darkened. "They are all dead," he said coldly. "You were unconscious for two days."

Flora collapsed to the ground, overwhelmed by grief. "Why is this happening? I don't want to live a life of pain again..." she cried, her sobs echoing in the cold silence of the room.

King Carlos regarded her with a piercing look. "What do you wish to do now?" he asked. "You are the daughter of my butler. I will help you achieve your goal, but you must walk your own path."

Flora locked eyes with the king, her gaze fierce, full of unspoken pain and unyielding determination. Her ruby eyes glowed with an intensity that even the knights could not ignore.

The knights stepped forward, sensing her resolve, but King Carlos raised his hand. "Stay," he commanded.

Flora finally spoke, her voice raw with emotion. "I want revenge. I want to kill every person responsible for my family's death. Please, Your Majesty, lend me your power. Help me… help me avenge them."

The king's eyes softened, acknowledging her pain. "Very well. You have made your choice. Now, make your plan. Tell me what you intend to do to achieve your goal. We will discuss this further at dinner." And with that, he stood, turning to leave.

The maid escorted Flora back to her room, where she lay on her bed, tears staining her pillow. She closed her eyes, her mind racing with thoughts of vengeance.

As the night wore on, she watched the knights train in the courtyard from her balcony. Their discipline, their strength, inspired her. If I become powerful, if I become strong enough... I can do anything. I can take control of my fate.

Her eyes landed on one young knight in particular. His white hair shimmered like silk, and his blue eyes gleamed with the promise of greatness. I need allies like him, Flora thought. With the right people at my side, I will achieve my goal.

Determined, she called for her maid. "Prepare me a male disguise," Flora said. "I will become one of them."

The maid looked at her in confusion. "But, young lady, women are not allowed to become knights."

Flora's face hardened. Discrimination, she thought bitterly. "Then I will do what I must. If I ask the king for permission, no one will dare oppose him."

And so, Flora began to formulate her plan. She would disguise herself as a man, infiltrate the royal knights, and gain the power she so desperately needed to avenge her family..

Flora arrived at the royal dining hall, where King Carlos had summoned her to discuss the plan she had meticulously crafted. Despite being disguised as a man, one element of her appearance still remained a significant challenge—her hair. She had refrained from cutting it, unwilling to completely alter her identity just yet. As she entered the grand hall, she bowed deeply before the king and greeted him respectfully, "Your Majesty."

King Carlos, eyeing her with a mixture of curiosity and skepticism, spoke in a low, measured voice. "Why are you dressed as you are? What is the meaning of this disguise?"

Flora stood tall, her expression unwavering, and replied with a sense of quiet determination, "Your Majesty, I wish to join the Royal Knights."

A brief silence followed, and the king's gaze hardened. "Do you not know, young woman, that women are forbidden from serving in the Royal Knights? It is a rule that stands for everyone, without exception."

Flora met his stern gaze, unshaken. She inhaled deeply, then, in a calm but firm voice, she responded, "I am aware of the rule, Majesty. However, I have found no other way to achieve my goal. I do not wish to sit idly by, commanding others to do what I cannot. I want to take vengeance with my own hands. I want to kill those responsible for my family's death—not from the sidelines, but as a warrior."

The king's brow furrowed in thought. His voice dropped even lower, carrying an air of quiet authority. "Then tell me, how can you prove to me that you are worthy of such a role? A rule is a rule, and I cannot simply make exceptions, no matter the circumstances."

Without hesitation, Flora drew a small, sharp knife from her belt. She moved deliberately, taking the blade in her hand and, with a swift motion, cut her long hair. Strands of dark brown locks fell to the floor, the air around them thick with the symbolism of the act. King Carlos watched, momentarily stunned, his eyes narrowing as he processed what she had done. Did she truly understand the significance of this?

Flora, now with her hair reduced to a manageable length, turned her gaze back to him. Her eyes were unwavering, filled with a mix of resolve and raw emotion. "Your Majesty," she said, her voice steady, "in this world, a woman's hair is her pride, her symbol of femininity. To cut it is a sacrifice—one that signifies my willingness to abandon every expectation of what a woman should be. But in these circumstances, long hair becomes an obstacle. It would be difficult to move freely, to fight with such a hindrance. If I am to blend in and take on the role of a knight, I cannot afford to be recognized as a woman."

King Carlos stared at her for a long moment, his expression unreadable. "So, your plan is to infiltrate the Royal Knights without them realizing that you are, in fact, a woman? You believe that cutting your hair will make you... invisible?"

Flora smiled faintly, recognizing the king's sharp intellect. "Exactly, Your Majesty. You grasp the situation swiftly, as always."

Carlos' eyes hardened again, and his voice took on a note of finality. "Even so, I cannot allow it. There are rules, and breaking them would invite chaos. The knights' order cannot be compromised, no matter your reasons."

Flora stood her ground, her expression unyielding. "You can allow it, Majesty, because you do not fully understand what I am doing. I am not seeking to defy you, nor do I intend to give orders to your knights. I merely wish to walk this path alone, without interference. You need not worry, for no one will ever know you permitted this. I will take full responsibility for the consequences."

The king's brow furrowed in confusion, but there was a glimmer of intrigue in his eyes. Flora's words were bold, even defiant. She spoke as though the very rules of the kingdom were beneath her, as though she had already decided her fate, and nothing would sway her.

Carlos leaned back in his chair, contemplating her words. This girl... she has a remarkable amount of courage. There is something more beneath her exterior. He found himself inexplicably drawn to the depth of her conviction. She did not beg for his approval or mercy—she demanded it, and for the first time, the king felt the stirrings of admiration for her boldness.

"You have a remarkable amount of audacity," he finally said, his voice thoughtful, almost amused. "To speak so freely in front of me, to ask for what you want with no regard for the consequences. It is... interesting. You have my attention, Flora Le Wemodious. But whether that will be enough to convince me remains to be seen."

Flora, undeterred, simply nodded. "I understand, Your Majesty. I will prove myself, in time."

Carlos' lips curled slightly into a small, approving smile. "We shall see. But know this—if you fail, it will be on your shoulders alone."

With that, Flora turned and left the royal chamber, her heart resolute. She had taken the first step on her path to vengeance, and nothing—nothing—would stop her now.