I'm the only elf in this world, and I was inexplicably born in vampire territory, mistaken for the Vampire Queen.
The moment I was born, I ran into the church's highest-level operation to assassinate the queen. That's the sort of welcome I got: a knife to the queen on her very first day of life.
Luckily, elf and holy-light attributes are fairly compatible, so I didn't die at birth.
Now a bunch of idiot vampires are raising me as their queen. The problem is, I can't drink blood.
If they discover I'm a fake, their vampire nature means I'll die horribly.
I have to run. I absolutely have to get away...
But...
Why am I getting closer and closer to the queen's throne?!
No, this isn't what the inherited memories said. Why are all these vampires such idiots?!
Weren't they supposed to be cruel, bloodthirsty, and incredibly xenophobic?
Why is every single one of them so impossible to leave alone?
Well, the closer I get to the throne, the more idiots gather around me. I might as well give it my best shot... After all, I'm a greedy girl.
This is really just the story of a newly born little elf happily and effortlessly becoming queen.
