"They truly made the kingdom prosper. Even if I didn't reincarnate in this world, perhaps this land could still be striving too under their rule."
The wind blew all of the sudden. Then the lights flickered for a moment. A strum of a harp was heard. Then a female dramatic voice filled the room.
"I haven't told you this earlier. But my deepest condolences. She is such a precious reader. Truly, even now as well, my heart aches off what happened to Saint of the Light." She repeated the words I mentioned with Nathaniel two days ago. She had a serious expression. Then her lips trembled. Then burst out laughing. "Pfft... Hahaha!"
This insensitive b**** was no other than Gretel Borgia. She is the first reincarnator in this world that I met. Gretel Borgia. A short woman with purple hair and purple eyes. Her current life now was a wandering minstrel. In her past life, she was part of an international chorale of their country.
