I, the youngest baron in the empire, a strategic genius, turned into a girl due to a glass of poisoned wine.
My enemies laughed out loud at my funeral. The king pointed at my "widow" and said, "It's time to change the owner of the territory."
I picked up the bloody skirt and raised a glass to myself in the mirror.
Very good.
Now, the rules of the game have changed - take back everything from me with your most contemptuous appearance.
#After I changed my gender, I helped myself become a widow#
#The whole continent thought I was in love with my dead self#
Intention: Real strength transcends gender, is born from desperate situations, and becomes broken and reshaped. When you peel off all the shells given by society, who are you?