The Age of the Great Lord

I don’t want to write today... I can’t keep going... October 26 Ilya: “Spit out everything you ate before, damn it!” Ivan: “Miss, please mind your image.” (adjusts glasses) A nobody transmigrates, with a promising young duke eyeing her from the front and a sly, silver-tongued elf scheming against her from behind. Beastmen and magical beasts keep showing up to cause trouble. She seems to have it all on the surface, but danger lurks beneath. “I’m not afraid!” Ilya says, hands on her hips, laughing at the sky. “I’ve got my old biddy guardian on my left, and my all-purpose, worry-free, poker-faced butler on my right. What? You’re going to use force? Rose Knights, get her! If you kill or injure anyone, I’ll take responsibility!” Actually, this is the story of a ruthless, self-serving woman searching for meaning in life in another world. How’s that? Isn’t it inspiring and moving? The appeal is that she’s ruthless! (Not really.) Also, this is my first time posting a story, and I absolutely won’t abandon it! One chapter a day, I have principles! [serious] This is mine. Come poke me, everyone. This is the character design Sister Jiang Ji drew for me. This is Ivan!!! It’s Ivan!!! Theme: