The Princess Who Rewinds Time

[Dedicated to my adorable daughter Eleanor and the lovely readers who enjoy this story. I swear on my soul that this will be my first and only all-female-world yuri novel.] After transmigrating into another world as a princess, Eleanor has a long youth ahead of her and the power to see people's talents. As a child, she meets the handsome and powerful Andra, a princess from an enemy kingdom, and becomes her salvation and guiding light. With the princess's help, Andra, the knight sworn to protect her, inherits the crown and finally brings an end to the drawn-out war, on the verge of uniting the entire continent. The people sing moving ballads, praising the wisest queen in the world. She steals a spark from the crown of the God of Wisdom and invents all kinds of devices to benefit her country and its people. She is also extraordinarily kind, willing to share the great ruler's love with countless young and beautiful consorts and bear the country many exceptionally gifted daughters. Yet at the end of the story, Eleanor raises her sword against Andra, driving its point deep into her own heart. [I wish we had never met.] “My lovely star, you once wished for happiness. I grant it to you now.” The Great Mother lifts this flickering star from the spring and gives her six lives and six chances to turn back time with a kiss. Eleanor opens her eyes. Fifty years seem like a dream in which she was lost. Her young elder sister dozes beside her, her twin guards whisper beneath the corridor, and Andra... Andra. The hostage princess enters with a shy smile and kneels before her. “Your Highness.” Andra looks up and gazes boldly at her pale face, just as she did in her previous life. “I will become the sword that protects you.” The play of the wise queen quietly draws to a close. The stories of Eleanor the girl, Eleanor the princess, Eleanor the lord... Eleanor the Saint King are about to begin. Note: An original fantasy setting blending matriarchal mythology, the Middle Ages, low-intensity Western fantasy, and some Middle Eastern and American elements. An all-female yuri story, so no content warnings will be given. I hope to give readers an immersive experience. I hope you can fully enjoy the story, and please don't spoil it in the comments. Also: I am an extreme daughter-con, and Eleanor is a truly wonderful girl. I will delete any comments criticizing the heroine in any way. I will go berserk over insults directed at the author, thank you. (Follow-up: I used to love replying to comments, but I won't be enabling chapter comments for this story. Since the first chapter, I have spent a great deal of time explaining things and deleting various hostile comments, including but not limited to demands to change plot points or wording, outright insults, arguments about opposing views, complaints about the heroine or supporting heroines, demands to make a supporting heroine male, calling yuri straight romance, claims that I don't love women, claims that I don't love my daughter... This is a terrifying experience unlike anything I've ever gone through, and it is disgusting. My mental state went from poor to abysmal. I kept taking medication, applying hormones, crying at night, and suffering from insomnia. I finished this story through sheer determination and love, yet people still kept hounding me. Therefore, and also because I was mocked in all sorts of ways after being accused of “weakening women by putting them in skirts” and “cashing in on the all-female genre,” I swear that I will never write another all-female yuri novel in this life. I'll leave the other side in peace and give myself a way out. In short, if you like this story, please enjoy this song I dedicate to you and my daughter. If there's anything you don't like, there's no need to question me or leave nasty comments. The first few chapters should be enough for you to see that you “don't like it.” Please leave immediately and don't say anything. I don't want to hear it.) My next yuri story, available to pre-save: The Whole World Is Trying to Stop Me from Going Dark On the day Lin Xiaoyuan is born, the world-class anomalous artifact [Doomsday Bell] rings twelve times. Blood tears stream from the church's holy icon, and constellations that do not exist appear reflected in a pool. After paying an enormous price to perform a divination, every leader in the world receives an accurate prophecy: the baby has a fifty percent chance of growing into a new evil god. Anything could become the catalyst for her ascension, even death. The ancient Old Gods have prepared an entire starry sky for her, for It. All civilization will be transformed into a throne of bones to lift the god to a higher plane. “Are you kidding me? So five hundred years of peace have all been for this...” “No matter the cost, we must protect civilization and the future.” “Even if fate is set, we have to fight it. Fifty percent is far too high.” The leaders of humanity devise a series of meticulous plans around this newborn, building a perfectly constructed stage for her and constantly watching for the moment she might become a god or remain mortal. Time passes. The seventeen-year-old transmigrator Lin Xiaoyuan is having a great day again~ She deftly crosses the street in her school uniform, greeting everyone she knows before entering the classroom as the bell rings. Her deskmate sneaks over and whispers, “Xiaoyuan, Xiaoyuan, is there anything you've been interested in lately?” Lin Xiaoyuan pauses, then casually replies, “Hmm, a little~ I kind of want to fall in love!” So the next day, a special transfer student with long, straight silver hair appears in Xiaoyuan's world. This person looks so familiar... Xiaoyuan's eyes slowly widen. Isn't she the childhood friend I knew in kindergarten? Elite church knight x transmigrated young evil god Aloof, celibate childhood friend who appears out of nowhere x playful, lively transmigrated girl Theme: Save the world, save you and me