When I woke up, I had become a woman.
Worse, this body came with a whole set of "surprises":
The Black Iron Hall, a military institution that trains living people to become "walking swords." Everyone there is a beefy man, and I'm the only one "disguised as a man."
My charge, a useless playboy noble whose only redeeming quality is his handsome face, pointed at me the first time we met and said, "Her, then. She's skinny, but pretty cute."
The instructor, a one-eyed man in an iron mask, opened with, "Your father was a good man, but good men don't last long here."
Fine. I'll deal with it.
After all, in my previous life I survived losing both parents, relatives fighting over the inheritance, and working to pay off debts. What's a little mess like this?
I planned to keep my head down, stay alive, and run as soon as I found a way to transmigrate back.
But on the day of the Soulbinding Ceremony, everyone stared at the blue glow in my chest as if they'd seen a ghost.
"In four hundred years, no woman has ever completed this ritual."
The High Steward's face went white as paper.
Then my playboy charge leaned in and whispered:
"Can you... sense what I'm thinking?"
I can.
I can also sense that this world's "rules" are afraid of me.
Because my soul comes from another world.
[Transformation] [Western Fantasy] [Strong Female Lead] [Epic] [No Romance]
"I'm not a man, and I'm not a woman. I'm Brenna. I'm a living person."
