Why is it that when all the normal heroines get transported into a wonderful world full of bright magic, handsome men, and talking cats, I got dumped into this horrific reality? And why in books do the lucky girls end up in elegant bodies of innocent maidens, while I ended up in the body of some dirty widow—who has been married twice and ran from her second husband into the wilderness to perform a strange rite that smells like black magic?!
Yes, you failed countess—you made a mess of things in your lifetime! And it seems I’m going to have to sort out all your problems—whether I want to or not—because in my own reality, I’m apparently dead…