She had blonde hair. Red eyes that seemed to pierce through anyone they gazed upon. A beautiful figure that commanded attention.
And yet, despite all that beauty, she had everything needed to be called a villainess.
Villain vibes radiated from her very presence.
I recognized that face.
I had seen it on the novel's cover. Back in my previous life. And I had recalled that face countless times since arriving in this world.
I never intended to forget it.
She had been on the front of that cover. As a main character. Or rather, as the villainess.
There were two people depicted on that cover. I was one hundred percent certain she was one of them. Though I didn't know what that positioning signified.
And if this world was based on a novel, then there had to be a story.
If there was a story, then there must exist heroes. Heroines. Villains. Villainess. Side characters.
And stories always had calamities. Threats. Risks.
Things I was totally unaware of.
