[Western Fantasy] Fire a Salute for the Birth of the Queen!

Destiny transmigrated into the body of the filthiest, most wretched little beggar in a corner of the royal city. As a liberal arts student, she couldn't make gunpowder or cement, making her the unluckiest transmigrator of all.

It wasn't until five years later that someone from the royal family found her. She was transformed into the lofty princess of the empire, and also the most vulgar, ill-mannered princess in the history of the royal family.

Destiny :)

What's the point of being a princess? If I'm going to do it, I'll be queen!

Fire a salute to celebrate Her Majesty's birth!

"I was once mired in the mud, but in the end I looked up at the stars."

The girl seated high upon the throne smiled faintly. The crown upon her head was a symbol woven from power and glory. Proud elves and dragons bowed before her, and even the gods had to rewrite their laws for her.

She gently clasped her hands, the future of an entire continent flowing from her pale fingertips.

This is the story of a girl who will one day become queen.

Reader's Guide:

1. My take on Western fantasy, with lots of original worldbuilding. Just have fun with the magic and such.

2. A progression story. The world runs on survival of the fittest, so please read with care if that's not for you.

3. The author is a terminally chuunibyou grown-up who refuses treatment. If this makes you cringe, just click the X right away. Please don't force yourself.

4. I haven't decided on a pairing yet. Happy ending. The throne is what matters most anyway; everything else is an illusion.

5. The author is sensitive and doesn't read comments. Feel free to leave criticism or praise, but no deliberate smears. Until next time, if fate allows.

Theme: A story about a heroine who refuses to submit to fate and fights with all her might.