“….Krische-sama, are you not afraid of killing people?” “……? No. After all, it doesn’t hurt Krische.” Although gifted with the talent to do anything with ease, the girl lacked empathy. In her world, there is only loss and profit. No goodwill, no love. Inhumanly recognizing cold, mathematical logic as everything, she looks at everything in the world through calculating lens. Return given profit with profit, loss with loss. The girl was undoubtedly pure, yet undeniably abnormal— Her favorite things are cooking, food, and being pampered. Her specialty is mu*der. —- This is the story of a slightly unhinged girl being surrounded by kind and loving people, and her journey to find happiness.

I became the wife of a man with a lover. Well then, I guess I have to protect his chastity? “You can sleep on the floor then.” “What?” His eyes said he didn’t want to. Well, yeah. The floor was hard. Then it couldn’t be helped. “I’ll just hold your hand and sleep. You trust me, right?” But, how come the bed broke on my first night with my husband? * Aristine, a princess confined out of the Emperor’s sight. When in reality, she was the owner of the [Monarch’s Sight], able to see the future, past, and present. She, who became the sacrifice for a political marriage, was married off to a terrifying barbarian… “The most precious things should naturally be given to my bride.” But her husband, whose monstrosity she prepared for, was way too normal. However, he belonged to someone else. ‘I’ll go make money then.’ She might as well make the goldfields her own. * Can Aristine really achieve her dream of living freely on a pile of money? Or will she end up killing two birds with one stone?

“Why is this happening…?” Mia Luna Tearmoon, Princess of the Tearmoon Empire, muttered to herself as she stood shackled on the execution platform. The faces of the spectators surrounding her were, without exception, filled with indignation. Before long, Mia was executed at the hands of the revolutionists, who were fed up with the heavy taxation. But the next moment, she unexpectedly found herself lying on her bed. It was eight years ago, when she was just a mere kid. For a while, Mia even wondered if she was hallucinating. However, what appeared on her bedside table was a bloodstained diary that she had written herself. That day, Mia’s screams could be heard echoing throughout the palace. Mia was not a vicious person by nature. She was simply incapable of understanding the pain and hunger of others, and by the time she discovered it, it was already too late to do anything. After she regressed back to her childhood, Mia struggled hard to trace back the events of the past with the help of her blood-stained diary and memories. Was it to save the future of a declining empire? Was it to save the soldiers who died in the civil war? Was it to save the people from famine? No, she had only one goal. To avert her fate of facing the guillotine (execution)!

I was forced to live in captivity for the rest of my life because I happened to be aware of the fact that I was a saint. I was truly a ‘real’ saint, but that didn’t matter, because there was already a designated saint in the temple. When I died from all the abuse I endured, I was sent back to a time before all those previous events in my life had happened. After 15 regressions, I was exhausted. I prayed, “I don’t want anything to do with this, so please just let me die,” And at that moment when I could finally be able to die, someone said, “How about being my daughter?” …. That monstrous duke had adopted me.