It's a pity that reality and fantasy don't align.
Well, if it were my first life, I probably would have been like that.
Dorothy recalled her first-life self, who fancied herself the protagonist of a great destiny. She awkwardly scratched at the goosebumps that rose on her arms.
Banishing embarrassing pasts, banishing embarrassing pasts.
I've been reincarnated three times now, way past that teenage phase. If someone else wants to be the destined protagonist, they can have it. I don't want it anymore.
"Your Majesty, I think you're deceiving everyone here. The eldest lady in everyone's heart doesn't have such a good image."
The princess in the mirror, radiant like the sun, made a few goofy expressions and then said this to Guinevere, who stood beside her.
"Nonsense, if I say you're good, you're good. You're the little sun in my heart."
Guinevere answered resolutely.
Dorothy shrugged her shoulders.
