Waking up in another world in the body of a petty, short-sighted young woman left with no means of living, I was stunned.
All I owned were two suitcases of rags and a crumbling mansion at the edge of Lambergia—so the prospects were hardly inspiring. My house was surrounded by a dense forest teeming with bandits, and the nearest tiny village with leaning earth houses was full of old people. Well, I had to roll up my sleeves and get to work!
And when everything seemed to be getting better: the estate was repaired, a small production organized… he showed up! A shameless fellow with a pleasant appearance, confident that I would simply—me!—give him my things just like that. No, mister—I’m not the one you think I am.