Playing For Honor game as Warden our gamer 
Alan transported to westoros in his avatar from.and now his journey start as a hedge knight.



I don't own anything english is not my native language and I'm writing this from my phone. thus lots of grammatical mistakes are included in the story.

The protagonist fell asleep while playing an online game( For honor). However, he awoke in a strange world(Asoiaf) with his game character’s appearance. In a state of shock, he noticed that he was equipped with nothing but his strongest weapon and armor. To make matters worse, our hero’s appearance was changed by the special avatar skin 『Warden』 when he enter this new world. The protagonist wanted to live without drawing attention.
But ultimately everything goes out of his control.


(AN)I don't own anything. English is not my native language and I'm writing this from my phone. thus lots and lots of grammatical mistakes are included in the story.

If you don't like it then just leave ,you don't need to write your comment . I'm warning the story is horrible .

As Laila met the murderer and rapist one night, creative talent and slaughtered him with a rusty hedge trimmer. This is the beginning of a bloody vendetta. The rows of child murderers and child molesters who pay for it.
But their decision against morality and humanity demands a high price. Is there a difference between her and those? Does Laila sacrifice her sanity for it? Is the mysterious ram man a figment of her imagination? What does sleazy Summersby mean with the missing children?

Chapter 3


Title: Start of the Journey 



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When he sees that he was no other choice he grabs his sword. You know I would have attacked when he was grabbing his sword, but this is to train my swordsmanship, not to quickly kill him. Also, I usually cover all of my arrow tips in a self-made paralysis poison but today I didn't. I even made myself resistant to that specific poison. I hate fighting honorably... or even fighting at all. No matter how talented people say that I am in sword-wielding.



As soon as he is getting close to swing at me.... wow so many openings... I dodge his slash and get close to him. I guess he must be just some normal guy who never even trained with a sword.



*slash*



And I just slash his throat. It was anticlimactic but death is like that I guess. I never directly killed someone in my first life… but I guess I am kind of desensitized to it. Death is a boring action, why would one be shocked about it when I have a prepared mind. I came here to kill today and did so without a second thought.



I take a cloth from my pouch and start cleaning the blood off my sword while I keep looking at his eyes as he chokes on his blood and his life runs out of him. 



"Well then let's get their things and get out of here."



As my soldiers started packing the stuff I kept thinking.




This is the first time I killed someone directly. I don't enjoy it at all… I just find it... so boring. I guess I definitely won't be fighting in the front lines of any war. Way too many things that could go wrong, or out of control. From a stray arrow, a random sword in your gut, falling on your sword, falling off the horse and breaking your neck, a small wound that could get infected and so much more.



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After packing their stuff and returning to the Twins I just reward. all of my soldiers 1 silver stag which is around 50$ they were happy and I didn't incur any losses because the bandit's stuff all together is worth 1 Golden Dragon which is worth 210 Silver Stags. And my brother let me keep all of the spoils so I now am 199 Silver Stags richer. What a productive day. I might even make a habit out of this... or not because that is dumb and unnecessarily dangerous...
My brother or his men didn't accept any pay...




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One year has passed since the first time I was killed. I am a fifteen-year-old now. It is the year 274… I don't quite remember anything happening in their year during the canon timeline.




I look at myself in the reflection in the water. I have black hair, brown eyes, and a straight nose. I have also lost all of my baby fat and have started showing my strong jaw. I have my hair cut very short so it cannot be grabbed during combat.



I have been knighted by my brother and soon, I will go on a journey. Of my 11 personal guards that I used to have only seven agreed to come with me. They are all around 25 years old now so some that won't come have started families here… ungrateful bastards. I invested a lot of time into you fu*kers... I would kill them... but that is only my anger speaking. I can control my anger and killing them would just be unnecessary trouble and a waste of time.


So anyway right now seven of my guards left. I bought them all the proper armor. I also got a Hedge Wizard named Lyon to come with us. 


A hedge wizard is a Westerosi local or traveling herb-doctor who also likely uses traditional healing, dumb people think some of them use spells and charms to heal the sick or help the needy… which is probably just usual medication but the dumb peasants here think that that is magic or it could be magic, after all, I know that magic exists in this world. Lyon doesn't know any magic... which is kind of disappointing but he is the most skilled healer I know, even better than me.


Like hedge knights, Hedge Wizards are quite poor and sleep in hedges on occasion. They are most popular amongst the smallfolk as they are likely to be more affordable and accessible.



Nobles do not employ the services of hedge wizards or if they do so they do it clandestinely. The Hedge Wizard accepted my request when I asked him. I don't trust him obviously but I know he is not stupid enough to betray me.



My father gave me 20 Gold Dragons for my journey. And he told me not to be stupid or try to be a hero. I didn't need him to tell me that because there is no way I would endanger my life for something stupid like honor, oaths, or chivalry... though I am also not stupid enough to tell other people that... like my father, he just loves his bragging.




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I am all ready to start my journey, I have the supplies in the pouches attached to the horses. I tell my father that I am going to the Reach but actually we are going to the Westerlands. More specifically Lannisport. Even my traveling companions don't know of my destination.






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20 days… that is how long it took me to reach my destination. I have finally reached Lannisport. To my companions I made it seem like it was a spur of the moment decision to go and see Lannisport. But it was my plan all along.


As we arrive there get into a relatively clean inn and get us all three rooms to sleep three people in each room. My companions are all resting in their beds now. I get off my bed and tell them.



"Guys I am going sightseeing."



"Really after all this traveling... aren't you tired." -Says one of my guards. 



I just smirk at him.



"Well, I am not an old man like you."




He smirks also and waves me away.
When I go outside of the room I touch my pouch which I hold in a special pocket in my shirt under my armor close to my heart. I currently have 40 Gold Dragons and 339 Silver Stags.
I also have 692 Pennies which is around 692$ but I left them in the room. 
(1 pennie = 1$)




Too much weight. I only took 10 Pennies. When I go outside I cover a little of my face, not enough to be suspicious but just enough to make people confused about my identity just to be sure.





When I go to the town roads I see
a bard I go towards him and put 10 Pennies in front of him.



"Do you know the Rains of Castamere?"


He looks at me, smiles, nods, and starts to play his song.




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After he finished the song. I smile at him and ask.



"So I am new at Lannisport, tell me are there any interesting things around here?"




"Well of course Ser."


I just smile at him. "I am no Ser. Call me Andy. I come from the Reach."


I am a knight but I don't want any connections pointing at me. 


"Well Andy there is a lot of interesting stuff going on in here…" And so the man starts explaining to me some things.



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"-and then there is the witch, Maggy the frog in the forest it is said that she lives in a cabin and eats children-"


After some more talking I thank him and turn in a corner before changing turns and going towards the forest. Without him seeing me.




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When I arrive in the forest I draw my sword and check my backup knives which I have hidden in my lower back.


I go towards the forest as I get deeper and deeper inside I finally spot a small hut that seems to be covered by dirt with a straw door. 


This should be it.



I open the straw door and go inside.
I see a woman with long dark hair and a little bronzed skin. She has black lines under her eyes. The lines may be makeup or not. She also seems to be sleeping on a chair.

Also, it seems like she is the movie version not the old and warty witch from the book version. Well then... I can work with this. So then plan B it is.



"Hey, Maggie tell me are you here."



Then her eyes suddenly open.

A Fic in which a man from Earth world finds himself in Westros reborn in a family that was destined to doom themselves. How will he live in this cutthroat world? Well, at least he went in with the mentality to survive. (SI isn't a heroic person and he won't do something that will risk himself for some people that in his eyes used to be characters from a book&TV show)

In front of me, sprouting from the base of the tree, was a mushroom. This mushroom was like nothing I had seen on Earth. It looked as if it had formed from obsidian, the way it was semitransparent yet very dark in colour. And around it, a halo of purple sparkles shimmered in the air. I reached down and plucked it before tossing it into an already full cloth messenger bag that was fully loaded with many more like it. "I guess that should be enough." Luna chuckled at my appraisal, "More than enough, the quest just said, 'minimum twenty,' and yet here we are with close to ten times that amount." She patted her own equally full bag of the Warlock's Boils.
I grinned at her, "If a job is worth doing, it is worth doing right!" I opened my map and checked to see how close we are to the witch's cabin. It looked as though we were only about 20 minutes away. We walked with our weapons at the ready as we proceeded into the depths of the forest. We made our way without further incident to the location marked on my map. As we got close, We found a substantial hedge of evergreen bushes forming a natural barrier around the abode of the woman we were seeking. The place where the path led was the only visible break in the perimeter. Yet it was guarded too, but instead of a natural wall of greenery, there stood an iron-wrought gate. My eyes alerted me to the magical nature of the gate, and as I concentrated, I found wards of all kinds magically carved into the metal.
A soft elbow to the ribs grabbed my attention from the gate's unique fortress-like nature, as Luna was pointing out a particular spot of the hedge wall. The place she was pointing to looked like the rest, except that we could see a small green hand stuck out of the branches. We could see the goblin's hand moving slightly in what could only be assumed as a last desperate bid for freedom. Then as we watched, a few creeping root-like tendrils slithered out of the bush around the arm. They snaked their way, encircling the arm out to the tips of the fingers. Then in a swift movement, they pulled themselves and the goblin appendage back into the darkness of the hedge.
Luna and I started at each other, wide-eyed at what we had just seen. "Worry not. My darling plants anesthetize the goblin intruders before they use them as sustenance. They do not suffer. Much." Looking towards the far side of the gate to find the source of the grandmotherly voice that had just spoken such foreboding words, we found a hunched old woman. She looked like a grandmother we had come to visit with the soft smile on her wrinkled face and her frame wrapped in several hand-knitted shawls. With a casual flick of her hand, I watched several strands of mana flow forth from her fingertips to simultaneously interact with all the wards of the iron gate. The gate unlocked and swung open to welcome us inside.
"Come on in dearies, you are from the Adventurers Guild, yes?" I walked in as Luna followed behind me. "We are. We have come to deliver a message. How did you know us to be adventurers?" Grinning as though I had asked the right question, she replied, "I would love to say something such as, 'At my age, you can just tell.' But much more simple than that, I can feel the mana of your guild tags resonating through the air." I scratched my chin at her answer. "Is there any way to stop that from being perceived?" I wondered aloud. Clapping her hand together a single time in happiness, she answered, "Oh, how I do love an inquisitive mind. I can sense the mana on you. Are you a user of the arts? Hmm, or maybe something else?" Her eyes glanced at the gauntlets I had now clipped to my belt. "I am not from this continent, but I believe my skill set is referred to as a Magebreaker around here. However, I am not part of any religious organization like the Magebreakers of this continent are. I was just trained in these skills where I was raised."
The elderly woman cut into my personal space, standing only inches from me. She stared into my eyes, peering into my very soul as she questioned, "So you do not hold a small-minded fear of the unknown?" I shook my head. "You do not despise those who have more knowledge or power than you?" Another shake. "You don't cut down and destroy all that which is beyond your comprehension?" A final shake of my head. "No, I hold no such beliefs. In fact, my curiosity drives me to learn where I can. Meeting one as powerful as you are is a chance for me to learn and grow."
Detecting the truth in my words, the witch grinned again, "Flattery will get you everywhere, my dear. Now come on inside. Lunch is ready." She took Luna's hand and led the way inside the log cabin that stood at the walled area's centre. From where I followed behind them, I could hear the witch say to Luna, "You best keep a smooth talker like him in your grip, dearie. Otherwise, someone might just whisk him away..." Before cackling at her own comment.
As we arrived inside, we found a very well-organized single room. It had a kitchen with a large hearth on one side and a laboratory on the other. Between the two lay a large bed against the third wall and racks upon racks of books, specimens, ingredients and glassware. In the very middle stood a wooden table with several chairs around it. The witch indicated for us to take our seats before she went over to the kitchen. We sat in silence as we watched our host collect some wooden bowls before proceeding to the large black cauldron. Scooping out servings with her long-handled ladle, the witch would then let go of the bowls, and each would remain suspended in the air. As she walked to the table, the bowls smoothly glided behind her. As she took her seat, the bowls finally passed her to land in front of each of us.
"Oh, the drinks!" The sorceress placed her palm on the table before drawing it upwards. Beneath her rising hand, a pitcher and wooden cups emerged from the table. Luna clapped at the exceptional showmanship of the magician in front of us. "Now, let's eat." We all tucked into our meal of what tasted like beef stew and crusty rolls. To wash it down, we had apple cider in the summoned jug. The meal was delicious, and it warmed me up quite nicely after the chilly weather in the dark forest.
After the meal was complete, Luna brought the dishes to the kitchen before returning to the table. "Now, why don't you young'uns introduce yourselves?" Nodding, I introduced myself and Luna and explained our status as new aspirant adventurers. "Well, you can call me Granny Gabella. Everyone does. Now you have a note for me, hmm?" She refocused us on our original task. Luna retrieved the wax-sealed envelope that Kyana had entrusted us with that morning. Cracking the seal, Gabella pulled out the letter inside and unfolded it. "Oh. Mhm. Yes. Oh, dear." She then glanced at me over the letter, "And you got the mushrooms, dearie?" "Yes, Ma'am," I tipped the two full bags of the requested fungi onto the table.
Granny let out a low whistle of appreciation. "That is plenty of Boils! More than we need for the quest. How about I take 'em off your hands. Maybe in exchange for a few starter pieces for an aspiring mage and a first-rate alchemy lesson?"
"It's a deal!" Clasping hands to seal the deal, Gabella rolled up her sleeves as she readied to brew some potions.

Follow John, A 30-year-old who has had a very rough life so far. After suffering an unfortunate end, his fortunes change as he is reincarnated into a new world. Experience along with John as he discovers his new RPG system inspired power.

John gets more than he could ever hope for as he finds his place in this world, as well as love. Maybe a bit more love than he is expecting. 

A trope-filled Isekai-Harem romp in a fantasy world. Expect Harems, Ecchi, Systems, Cheats, Elves, Dwarves, Beast-Girls, Lucky Lechers and all the trashy Isekai tropes you have come to expect.

Release Schedule: 1-2 Chapters per week.

wizards weren't allowed to use magic outside of school. Harry hadn't told the Dursleys  this; he knew it was only their terror that he might turn them all into dung beetles that  stopped them from locking him in the cupboard under the stairs with his wand and  broomstick. For the first couple of weeks back, Harry had enjoyed muttering nonsense  words under his breath and watching Dudley tearing out of the room as fast as his fat  legs would carry him. But the long silence from Ron and Hermione had made Harry feel  so cut off from the magical world that even taunting Dudley had lost its appeal — and  now Ron and Hermione had forgotten his birthday.  
 What wouldn't he give now for a message from Hogwarts? From any witch or wizard?  He'd almost be glad of a sight of his archenemy, Draco Malfoy, just to be sure it hadn't  all been a dream…  
 Not that his whole year at Hogwarts had been fun. At the very end of last term, Harry had come face-to-face with none other than Lord Voldemort himself. Voldemort might  be a ruin of his former self, but he was still terrifying, still cunning, still determined to  regain power. Harry had slipped through Voldemort's clutches for a second time, but it  had been a narrow escape, and even now, weeks later, Harry kept waking in the night,  drenched in cold sweat, wondering where Voldemort was now, remembering his livid  face, his wide, mad eyes — 
 Harry suddenly sat bolt upright on the garden bench. He had been staring absent mindedly into the hedge — and the hedge was staring back. Two enormous green eyes  had appeared among the leaves.  
 Harry jumped to his feet just as a jeering voice floated across the lawn.   "I know what day it is," sang Dudley, waddling toward him.  
 The huge eyes blinked and vanished.  
 "What?" said Harry, not taking his eyes off the spot where they had been.   "I know what day it is," Dudley repeated, coming right up to him.  
 "Well done," said Harry. "So you've finally learned the days of the week."

Wicca Witch Covenant

"How's everything going with our little witch trainee?" The Elder of the Traditional Witch Covenant asked. "From what I've seen, she's not only powerful but, she also has this hunting knife that has the power to capture and control the abilities of any paranormal. The only problem is that her brother covers everywhere she goes, he has quite a reputation for hunting paranormal criminals." Hilda of The Hedge Witch Society spoke, the Covenant was silent for they knew of the detective siblings ancestors, the very bloodline that hunted witches for decades and centuries. Agnes the elder that brought all witch kind together, She was the mother of The Wicca Witch Covenant and for one purpose only. "We shall get the girl away from her brother then, his death shall be slow and painful, I shall end the bloodline that killed my sister and left me for dead. They're father failed and I shall repay the debt, by killing his only son. The Ingram bloodline will die by my hands." The murderous intention of Elder Agnes never fades and her spell of endless paranormal creatures was just the beginning.

Robert Langley's home

As Junior and Mr.Langley fell their deaths would be instant, luckily Àine sprung into action as she used her telekinesis to stop them in mid air. Once on the ground Junior gave a sigh and Mr.Langley was literally kissing the ground. "Thanks Àine we was  close to being pancakes. Let me guess Tori had a drawing vision and painted me being in trouble?" "Yea lad it was amazing, I've never seen anything like it." Àine said. "Please, get rid of her I can't take it anymore, I'll gladly kill myself to rid myself of her." Robert said desperately, suddenly lighting and thunder filled the air and then can the rain. "My haaaiiirrr." Tori said as they all got wet. "Least of our worries Tori, this rain will bring a mist which means that damn banshee can travel freely. As much as I want to give you to the banshee, I'm not instead, I'll hand you over to police." As they all turned to leave the mist shifted, suddenly Robert was cut viciously on his arm our of no where. "Dammit it's too late, Tori where's your hunting knife?" Junior asked Tori, fighting a banshee is hard enough but trying to kill one in a mist, that's nearly impossible. The wind picked up more causing the mist to swirl, the piercing scream of the banshee filled the air. "Lads we need gold, that's the only way." Àine said desperately trying to keep calm, the banshee rushed grabbing Robert by his collar and they both flew away back into his home.

---Indigo---
Why is it that trouble finds us everywhere we go? First at Northbell, and now at Hamberg. Why does everyone figure out who we were despite all that we do to try and hide it?
            I still can't believe Madeline Rowan was here. In my opinion, she was the greatest sorceress of all time, and she was my idol when I was little. I was shocked when Ashley and Rachel transformed into twin powerful sorceresses in their battle against the evil smoke. I was even more shocked when Madeline morphed from an old woman into a beautiful maiden. But what surprised me the most was that Katherine seemed to know her, and not in a good way. They were facing off in the middle of the room, and Katherine looked ready to charge at her without any weapons. I didn't think that was a good idea.
            "Child, I am not here to fight you," Madeline said. "I have my own mission to carry out."
            "I don't want to fight you either," Katherine said calmly. I saw that she never relaxed from her battle stance. "But how can I trust you, after you left my sister and I to die?"
            A collective gasp rose in the room. I looked between Madeline and Katherine, shocked. Madeline looked exasperated. "You're exaggerating. The magical maze was harmless, and if you didn't manage to break out, I would've set you free anyway. I was trying to see if I could identify any potential candidates for the Rosewood Seven; you can't blame me for wanting to see if you were one of them."
            "I was five years old. My sister was three and a half years old. You trapped defenseless kids in your magic maze with frightening monsters!" Katherine clenched her fists and glared at Madeline. "Then when we finally reunited with our parents, you had the audacity to emerge and tell all the townspeople that we had wandered into your domain where you were trying to cast spells to ward off Evils! You blatantly lied to everyone!"
            Something tickled in the back of my brain. What Katherine said sounded weirdly familiar. But why would I know? Her story took place eleven years ago. I didn't know Katherine until year three in the Academy, when we were thirteen. Aaron was also looking at Katherine with a quizzical frown.
            "Why don't you show everyone what happened, from your perspective," Madeline said. She flicked her fingers, and a silvery wisp floated out from Katherine's temple. We watched in stunned silence as it attached itself to the wooden wall behind Katherine and expanded to fill the entire area. We all saw a young Katherine, who wore a cute red jacket, holding the hand of a toddler. They walked into the entrance of a hedge maze. Beyond the tall hedges, the edge of a forest could be seen. A small wooden sword was slung across Katherine's back. We were watching Katherine's memories.
            "We had just moved to Roseland. It was the annual autumn festival, and my parents took Holly—my sister—and me there." Katherine began to speak. "I won the wooden sword from a game booth. It was getting dark, but Holly wanted to go into the maze. My parents, wanting to talk with some other parents, let us go by ourselves. After all, a lot of other kids were going into the maze as well, so it should be safe, right?
            "That's what we thought. But as we approached a fork in the path and I tried to figure out which way to go, Holly wandered off. One moment she was right behind me, and the next moment she was gone. I panicked. I couldn't figure out where she had gone, until I discovered a third path, mostly hidden by the hedges."
            In the memory playback on the wall, we saw Katherine peer down this third path, which was lit by ghostly will-o'-wisps the size of my fist and glowing a light blue. A toddler would definitely have been attracted to these glowing, floating orbs. Without a second thought, young Katherine ran down the path, calling out Holly's name. Eventually, the path led to a clearing illuminated by moonlight. This was no longer part of the hedge maze; this was deep in the forest.
            "Imagine my shock and fear when I arrived to find my little sister floating three feet off the ground and encased in blue magic. A lady I didn't know was standing with her back to me and peering at Holly. Then she turned to speak to a large will-o-wisp the size of a pumpkin: 'You've brought me the wrong child. She isn't the one'." Katherine's angry gaze never left Madeline's face. Madeline looked back at Katherine with slight amusement, which angered Katherine more. "That lady was Madeline, though I didn't know at the time. I wanted to sneak past her and figure out how to get Holly out of there, but Madeline discovered me before I got too far."
            I watched young Katherine freeze in place as a glowing blue boundary appeared on the ground under her feet. A string of flashing symbols appeared in the air. Madeline whipped around. "You've disrupted my spells. Who are you, child, and why are you here?" she demanded. Young Katherine was obviously frightened, but held her ground.
            "You're a witch!" She shouted. "Give me back my sister!"   
            Katherine watched the memory play on the wall as she narrated. "Obviously, Madeline didn't. Instead, she yelled at me about how I've ruined her entire magic formation and how she'll have to recast all her spells. I considered running back to get my parents, but she pulled me into the center of the clearing and told me that as punishment, Holly and I will be trapped in the maze forever."
In the memory, Madeline raised her arms, said a string of incantations, and disappeared in a swirl of magic. Katherine and her sister was left in the center of a new maze, with the only light coming from will-o'-wisps along the paths. I frowned, a distant memory resurfacing in my own brain. A maze with will-o'-wisps and lost children…could it be a weird coincidence?
            Holly had been released from her magical bonds. She woke up slowly, and seeing that they were in a dark, unfamiliar place, began to cry for her parents. Little Katherine soothed Holly, grabbed her hand, and began trying to find the way out. "There had to be a way out. I refused to believe the witch-lady's threat of trapping us forever in the maze. But it was so dark and so scary in the maze. Monsters popped out from every corner. How did you expect two little kids to ever find their way out?"
            "They weren't really monsters; all of them were illusions," Madeline cut in. Katherine ignored her, obviously still pissed, eleven years later. I sympathized with her; watching Holly cry and Katherine hold out her toy wooden sword with shaking arms at a growling three-headed monster in the middle of a dark maze made me a little angry at Madeline. How could she do this to them?

Seven teenagers. Three finalists. One prophecy.

Long ago, the elites of the kingdom of Crystallea created the Rosewood Academy to train the children to protect themselves and the land from horrid monsters called Evils. It was prophesied that seven students from academy will defeat the ancient evil that has plagued the land for centuries. 

When an Evil appears inside the Academy, it becomes clear who the Rosewood Seven are. They train hard, but before they are ready, an army of Evils attack the school and the seven friends escape to hastily embark on their quest. Along the way, the seven face everything from Evil ambushes to betrayal to dark magic. Will their bonds be strong enough to keep them alive till the end? Or will the evil lord's tampering turn them against each other and destroy the kingdom's only hope once and for all?

I woke up in the middle of the night, the mansion was very noisy and I don't think I will be able to sleep again.
 
               
I went to a small table in my room where I poured myself a glass of water.
 
               
I sat down on a chair, and sighed heavily.
 
               
(Leonora) How annoying.
 
               
Ah right, I almost forgot to mention, the mansion is on fire.
 
               
My room was at the back of the mansion, and the fire had not yet reached here, but the smoke was flooding the air, making it difficult to breathe.
 
               
With mild nostalgia, I remembered the times I had died at the stake in past lives.
 
               
By the way, if you ever find yourself in a similar situation, try to breathe in as much smoke as you can, the carbon dioxide will render you unconscious and you will die a less painful death, being burned alive is annoying to say the least.
 
               
At that moment someone tried to open the door to my room, it has a trick to be opened, where you have to push before pulling.
 
               
This is known only to the small group of servants closest to me, the same group that knows that I am the true head of the mansion, to everyone else, I am just the unwanted daughter of the dukes, and the fact that they are now in the capital for her majesty's birthday, and I have been left abandoned, fed that story.
 
               
The knocking intensified, unable to open the door they began to knock loudly, whoever it was, was obviously not from my inner circle, and considering that no one outside of it would risk their life, there was only one option left, the inquisition has finally come for me.
 
               
I opened the closet in my room, pulled out a thick quilt, soaked it with the water from the pitcher and opened the window.
 
               
I took a moment and looked at myself in the mirror, I only had on a light silk dress that I wore as pajamas, would I really go out with these facades?
 
               
I dressed in a more appropriate dress and matching shoes, I'd rather be dead than plain.
 
               
On their side they seemed to be trying to break down the door.
 
               
I wrapped the quilt around me and jumped out the window, I was only on the second floor and between the gardener's work I told him to put a hedge sculpture under my room, big enough to break my fall.
 
               
Between the leaves and the quilt I barely hurt myself when I fell, plus the kids are rubber, so at best I might only be sore tomorrow.
 
               
I hid behind the sculpture, and began to observe my room, after a short time it seems that they managed to break down the door, so I saw the figure of several men.
 
               
From this distance I could not recognize their faces, but the armor they wore was unmistakable, the eleventh order of the knights of the silver hand, the group that was commanded by that man.
 
               
I saw them leaning out of the window so they must have deduced that I jumped out, so they would shortly come for me.
 
               
Not really in a hurry, I walked through the courtyard using the shadows created by the hedge sculptures that crossed the garden.
 
               
I got as far as my destination, but from here I could see the front of the mansion, surrounded by his men and several of the poor servants of the mansion was that man.
 
               
Arthuruz Kalafh, the most annoying of my 3 enemies and the person who has killed me the most times.
 
               
Excluding the human reject and the trio of negligent maidservants of course.
 
                           
               
I looked at him and smiled, you're late kid, I've had time to prepare.
 
The Croiss estate was huge, but due to mismanagement it was practically empty, so I always had a gigantic hedge maze built, measuring over a square kilometer.
 
The plan was always the same and I always hired the same gardener, so at this point I knew the maze like the back of my hand, and I could walk through it blindfolded, and to make it better, I always prepared a few games to entertain my guests.
 
I went into the labyrinth and set out to prepare the games, in specific places there were stakes with ropes tied to them, which contained the beasts I had bought from the circus.
 
Without the control of the magicians, they had returned to their wild state and since I only fed them once a day, they were especially irritated.
When I released them some of them saw me for a moment before they started to run, definitely the noise of the mansion has them stressed and they will probably attack whatever is in front of them.
 
Why don't they attack me? Simple, because I'm the witch.
 
While the protagonist of the game has an absurd list of abilities in addition to her ridiculous amount of magic, I as the witch only had 3, but I had learned to make the most of them.
 
The first of them was that the animals are neutral to me, it is not that they respect or fear me, the best definition is that they are neutral to me, if I did nothing to them, they did nothing to me either, apparently they do not relate their captivity with me, so they left me alone.
 
I continued moving forward and felt something climbing up my leg, when I looked I saw a snake, so I took it in my hands and caressed it.
 
The emerald dreams were beautiful, their scales were gorgeous and even at night they shone with the starlight, they were also terribly venomous and very territorial, sometimes when I collected their eggs I had the bad luck to find one still in its nest and their bites were quite painful, and it was always a shame to see them die after biting me.
 
I left the snake on the ground, and continued on my way, as I advanced I noticed how the walls of the labyrinth had been invaded by a vine from which purple flowers were growing.
 
The widow's kisses are practically a plague that the kingdom uselessly tries to exterminate, they do not need much to grow, they are very resistant to fire, and to being cut, so when you see them in the forest you should stay away from them and warn someone to come and exterminate them.
 
I wanted to take a flower, but I remembered that I would meet with Irma so I desisted, the flowers of the "widows kisses" are the second most poisonous thing in this world, and when the vine is stressed, the flowers release their poison in the form of gas, not to mention that even without releasing the gas, just by touching the flower people usually die of poisoning, and if I take one I am afraid that the poison stays on my clothes and can poison Irma.
 
As for me, the poison of "emerald dreams" and "widow's kisses" is of no concern to me, since I am the most poisonous thing in this world.
 
In the game the murder victims died of poison, but the poison did not match any known in this world, so it was one of the mysteries surrounding the game.
 
In the true ending it is revealed that Leonora's blood is a deadly poison.
 
Therefore despite being related to each other, my other 2 abilities are that my blood is the most poisonous thing known in this world, and I am immune to any other type of poison.
 
So you can rule out eaten by wild animals and poisoned from the list of my deaths.
 
It is well known by the common servants of the mansion, that I usually "play" in the labyrinth, although the dukes have flatly forbidden to all to approach it, so when asked about my possible whereabouts, the labyrinth is the most obvious choice.
 
In the center of it, there is a small hut built, there I have stored an emergency kit that would allow me to survive for a week, if it were the case of not having prepared anything better, but I had had enough time and my escape route was ready.
 
I went to the hut, and took out a backpack that had some money and clothes in it, slung it over my shoulder, and set out to leave the labyrinth through the secret exit.
 
In the distance I could hear the screams of the idiots who had dared to enter my domain.
 
Unhurriedly I went through the labyrinth while listening to the screams of horror and panic as they discovered one by one the surprises I had prepared for them.
 
Without really looking for it, I noticed that at the end of the corridor where I was, Arthuruz was at the end of it.
 
He was kneeling in front of what at one time must have been one of his men, but a beast had jumped on him and now he was little more than a bundle of flesh.
 
From a distance I could see him struggling to keep his composure.
 
oh my heart is breaking.
 
Arthuruz, he was a character in the game, appeared almost in the middle of all the routes to blame Leonora for all the crimes, although in perspective he was right, the arguments at that time were not very good.
 
Arthuruz was a person obsessed with the idea of hunting monsters, but since he took the position of inquisitor, the church had only entrusted him with jobs where he had to do things that did not go with his romantic idea of the work of an inquisitor.
 
All this created a serious crisis for him, so he decided to declare Leonora as the one responsible for everything bad in the world, in a pathetic attempt to justify his pitiful life.
 
I stared at him for a while until he looked up and our eyes met, and I could see the fear in his eyes.
Before me I only saw a terrified and pathetic man making me feel disgusted with myself for the time I had been afraid of him.
 
I turned around and left, even though I would like to finish him once and for all, I am very small and I couldn't kill him before I could regain a bit of composure.
 
When I saw him again, I remembered that he was in the crowd of people, the last time I was executed, and the more I thought about it, the more it seemed to me that he was one of those responsible for ruining my previous life.
 
Although Arthuruz was not very smart, he was a hunting dog and never let a prey escape, so it was really a bad idea to underestimate him, but letting him live a little with his failure was a very tempting idea, and I was already starting to plan our next meeting.
 
I continued through the labyrinth until I reached the exit that led to a road at the back of the territory, there was Irma with a very old carriage that could pass as that of a traveling merchant.
 
How she escaped from the mansion, and from the inquisitor's men, while preparing luggage and a carriage, being perfectly combed and groomed, without any stain or smell of smoke on her uniform, was many of the mysteries surrounding that woman.
 
(Irma) everything you ordered is ready Miss Croiss.
 
She bit her tongue slightly and replied.
 
(Irma) please excuse me, you will no longer use that name, I will not make a mistake again.
 
I didn't give it importance and I told Irma to help me to get into the carriage, this was inside, much more comfortable than it seemed on the outside.
 
She stood in front of the reins, and we set off in the middle of the night.
 
In the distance I could see the mansion, although I never really considered it my home, it always left a bitter taste to have to leave it, and even more when I was already carrying everything from the shadows.
 
I lay down on the soft seats, and prepared to go back to sleep.
 
It was always annoying to be woken up for these things.

[Original story by JLNIXA]

I have reincarnated as the villainess of an otome game that I used to play, so I tried to be good and not disturb the protagonist (I died), I started again, I decided to take everything from the protagonist (I died), I started again, I decided to get away from the events of the game (I died again) and then I started again.
I have died and revived so many times that now I'm indifferent to death, and now, with infinite attempts, I will reach my happy ending, no matter what I have to sacrifice.

[The cover isn't mine, I'll remove it if asked]

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