Better to Be a Queen Than Live in Versailles

“The gifts fate bestows have all had their prices marked in secret.” Once draped in glory and praised as the Rose of the Rococo, she was also cursed by the masses and called the beauty who brought down a dynasty. Blood flowed over the scaffold, and her brief, absurd life ended in death as atonement. Marie Antoinette woke once more to find herself back in Vienna at the age of seven. The twenty-four years she had spent as a bride sent to Versailles had been like a dream. Now she was once again the unruly, ignorant little princess of Austria. Coins chinked, and vultures cackled. The nobles of Europe sank into dreams of splendor, unaware that a storm about to overturn the world was on its way. If that's how it is... “Fate, are you ready to receive my return gift?” * Years later, the queen once asked her alchemist, “How will people in the future curse me?” Nikola Tesla was about to answer when those forget-me-not-blue eyes playfully winked at him. “Never mind. I know you'll only try to comfort me.” The man, as elegant as moonstone, smiled. “My queen, the future of the past can no longer be pursued.” “But in the future yet to come, people will say you are Athena, who rules over war and peace; the Muse who illuminated human civilization; an angel sent by God to the world.” “Amid the dazzling stars, you are the one and only queen.” ★ My completed novel in the same vein: A Rose Kissed Barcelona ★ Coming soon: the Western fantasy world-building story The Dragon-Slaying Princess Comes from the East. Please add it to your collection~ ↓ Sweet, feel-good danmei coming soon: Am I the Only Useless One in the Company?! After returning from a post-apocalyptic wasteland, all you want is to be an ordinary corporate drone, with paid vacation days. There are always a few days every month when you grow weak and powerless, and have to take sick leave. Disasters tend to strike the city on those days. But a masked hero always appears to rescue people. It has nothing to do with you. Your boss always messages you while you're on sick leave: “Xiao Jiu, are you there? Are you there?” Forty hours later, you reply, “What's up?” He answers instantly: “Nothing, it's handled. Get some rest [smile].” Your new supervisor dismantled an elevator with his bare hands. Terrifying. But he has dark circles under his eyes as he drives you around and pours your tea. You spray him with tomato juice while eating cherry tomatoes, and he just sighs and hands you another one. Oh, and he's handsome. (Very quietly.) Life as a corporate drone is peaceful and pleasant, until a masked hero's cape turns up at your company and you discover that your utterly ordinary workplace is full of secret agents: a mysterious Taoist master, the pope of a notorious cult, the head of the world's largest intelligence organization, the global top fighter from the Anomaly Control Bureau, and the darknet's most wanted criminal... They're all hiding things from one another, pretending to be ordinary people. You: ∑(°口°||) Am I really the only useless one in the whole company?! “You clearly *&%$...” A faint, twisted scream comes from the corner. You quickly conjure transparent tentacles and silently push it back in, wiping away the eerie claw marks as well: “I saw It! It's *&%$█” “█ hunger #?@ god... no ██ devour... save ███!!” Whatever. Everyone takes such good care of you. Another wonderful day ^^ * A street interview plays on TV: “Who is the superhero, really?” The boss takes a sip of tea and looks toward the empty desk. Every month, during the days the superhero appears, Xiao Jiu takes sick leave. We all get it. Of course we should accommodate his work! [TOP SECRET] Contact Protocol for Pollution Source “Divine Retribution” 1. To contain a worldwide outbreak of pollution, keep its mood cheerful. Never let it fall into intense negative emotions. 2. Contact may catalyze an awakening and strengthen supernatural abilities. A rotating schedule is proposed. 3. During its monthly regression, it is weak and easily distressed. Make sure it is fed and kept warm. 4. Only authorized personnel ** may carry out item 3. Others are strictly forbidden from interfering! Recorder: Special Investigations Officer ** (undercover) Investigator's Secret Notes - So it's a little cherry jellyfish. Its toxin smells like cream liqueur. - So many tentacles. It clings to you and goes glug-glug, leaving you all sticky. Adorable. - So soft, and it's actually translucent 0-0 “I once thought gods were merely more powerful monsters, until I met the one who saved me.” A clueless, food-loving big boss who keeps causing trouble whenever he tries to work, the bottom. A doting supervisor who loves teasing little monsters, but has to coax them when he takes the teasing too far, the top. Theme: Whoever would wear the crown must bear its weight.