Reborn in the Middle Ages, only to find the Black Death breaking out.
The plague is rampant across the city. Nine out of ten homes stand empty, and the stench of corpses fills the streets.
Even the ruler of this territory lies dead in his treasury, his body crawling with maggots!
But his heir and the clerics he trusted have no intention of burying him. At this very moment, they are preparing a religious trial, hoping to accuse the eldest son of the lord's former wife, who has been disinherited, of being a black sorcerer and have him hanged!
...Morrana Cecilia: How unfortunate! I really am a black sorcerer!
So isn't it only natural to usurp power, destroy the church, burn corpses, keep black cats, and force the people of the territory to bathe?
Theme: Even the wicked get what's coming to them.
