Rodante, a Saint who betrayed the temple and became Queen, did as the Emperor wished when his love had cooled, and regressed.
“Your Majesty, if you have a conscience, please don’t pretend to know who I am in the next life. And if by some chance you die again and become a ghost, don’t come near my shadow.”
Never again was she going to be entangled with that cruel tyrant. That was the vow she made as she drank poison…
The problem was that she couldn’t remember her past life at all.
“I feel like I returned.”
Like a revelation, a fragment of a memory flashed through her mind.
– Do not love a man from the Imperial Family.
– Escape your destiny.
– But Rodante. Remember what you must serve, no matter the cost.
Rodante Parcinea. The woman who changed her fate three times.
‘Indeed, will I be able to escape from you in this life?’