The Guardian of the Empire, the 'Hero'.

Through countless ages and unending change, the Hero had always defended the Empire at the command of the Imperial Family.

She had no proper name.

Since most people didn’t even know whether the Hero really existed, there was neither honor nor praise.

The Hero was nothing more than a dog, chained by the will of the Imperial Family.

After sealing the Light Dragon, the Hero, confined by the royal bloodline,
opened her eyes again only 10 years later.

This time, in the body of Rosanne, the illegitimate daughter of the Duchy of Laylaten, on the day of her wedding.

Even though the body had changed, the Hero’s power, bound to her soul, remained intact. How such a thing had happened, even she herself did not know.

"Wait, is this... my wedding?"

No swords, no demons, no corpses, no blood.

It was completely different from the countless deaths and blood-soaked battlefields of her past.

"The world... I never knew the world was this colorful all along..."

Overwhelmed by the peace she had never known, tears filled her eyes.

"What’s wrong with her?"

"I don’t know. Maybe she’s gone mad, crying like that before being sold off in marriage."

The maids whispered, glancing at Rosanne as if she had lost her mind.

'Enough of this. First, let’s flip this whole damn wedding!'

"Today’s wedding is canceled, Duke.
The groom is a pervert, and I don’t fancy perverts."