This is a story about how many times a dog should lead you.
She, a lowly slave in the royal palace, lived a relatively stable (bitter) life where she could neither be beaten nor scolded nor fight back.
Unexpectedly, I was involved in the cannon fodder of a neighboring country. I am powerful and the prince I despise the most.
A conspiratorial battle with the shady prince who pretends to be idle everywhere.
He appeared once in the third chapter.
Of course, because the protagonist is possessed by the halo, he is just a fake die, and he has the same plain face by the way.
Get rid of your status as a slave and prepare to stay with your savior in an ordinary way.
The war fighter allowed her to meet again by chance with the sinister prince of the neighboring country.
It's all fate (the author is big).
He saved her and sacrificed her easily,
By the way, he created a rumor to make the savior who was going to marry her think that she was divorced and marry someone else.
She doesn't understand why this is just a hairy thing?
Do all those plans, ambitions, and scheming have anything to do with her?
He obviously has someone he loves.
Later, she finally took the dog again,
Who raised the coffin in the middle of the night and couldn't sleep?
Everyone seeks immortality, so is she a blessing or a calamity?
Between her and the sinister prince,
It was a fruitless sadomasochistic love affair involving great disparity in status and painstaking efforts.
Or is it a bloody Mary Sue road with the blessing of the protagonist's aura, overcoming obstacles and winning a beautiful man along the way?
Or is she cheating through dungeons and eventually becoming a big devil, making everyone miserable?
Depend on the author's mood.
※The writing style is serious, not a novice.