Reborn Of The Malicious Woman

"Oh, who was it that danced with the prince all night at his coming-of-age banquet yesterday? So mysterious and charming. I guess it must be a princess from some kingdom."

"Mysterious and charming? More so than Belia?" 

"Belia? Belia does indeed possess unparalleled beauty, but that person is different... Whenever I see her, I feel like my heart isn't my own. Her dress is adorned with stars, her high heels shine brighter than diamonds... But it's strange, I can't even remember what she looks like anymore."

"Oh, how lucky she is. I wish I could dance with the prince all night. The prince is handsome and a gentleman. Every girl in the Soro Kingdom would want to marry him."

"No, no, no. Count Louis is more to my liking, proud and aloof, arrogant beyond measure..."

A dispute seemed to arise in the background, and the elegant and ancient French accents began to buzz annoyingly like flies. Lying on her back, Belia turned over, trying to continue sleeping, but her back was poked.

"Belia, Prince Carlo or Duke Louis, whom would you choose?"

...Prince Carlo and Duke Louis?

Belia's thoughts were muddled as she tried to process the situation. She really shouldn't read before sleeping; now even her dreams were related to the book.

The poking continued from behind:

"Belia, Belia..."

Buzz, buzz, buzz. 

"Who are you going to choose, the prince or the duke?" A string of fluent French came out of her mouth, "Of course, you should choose the best, the God of Light."

The buzzing stopped, and the surroundings grew as silent as death.

Belia instinctively raised her head only to find that several pairs of eyes were fixed on her, unblinking. The mockery and malice in those eyes were like arrows ready to pierce her.

That's when she realized something was off.

She wasn't lying in her own comfortably soft bed; instead, she found herself in a Baroque-style room. The room was filled with large windows, and colorful light shone through the stained glass, casting a gentle glow around her...

Rows of pure white desks, adorned with carved rose patterns, were occupied by many girls wearing exaggerated European-style puffy dresses. They all stared at her with a "vicious" intensity, looking as though she had desecrated their ancestral tombs.

"Belia!"

At that moment, a woman in her thirties or forties, wearing high heels, hurried into the room with a flurry. She seemed to have heard the earlier conversation and pointed a long, slender cane at Belia, her voice trembling with anger.

"You ignorant, arrogant..."

She was so furious that she trembled all over, "How dare you blaspheme our great gods? Get out of here! Stand outside for an hour, right now!"

...Belia?

Belia's eyes widened. Could it really be what she thought?

She glanced at her arm instinctively. Her skin was as snow-white as the first snow of winter, with delicate blue veins visible underneath—due to malnutrition during her childhood, she could never attain such translucent skin no matter how much she spent on skincare.

And then there were these puffed sleeves and the rose-purple puffy skirt...

In her mind, a line of text surfaced:

"Belia is naturally good-looking. In Natasha's eyes, her stepsister was like the finest doll she had ever seen at Brunoit's store. She had snow-white skin, golden wavy hair, and azure eyes... However, her bad temper was as striking as her beauty."

She... Belia?

Belia pinched herself.

"Hiss—" her desk partner glared at her angrily, "Belia, are you going crazy?"

"Does it hurt?"

Her desk partner seemed even angrier:

"Do you want to try?!"

It did hurt.

"Belia!" the middle-aged woman on the podium screeched with a voice like an angry hen, "Get out! Right now!"

The room buzzed again.

"She really doesn't know her place. Thinks her beauty gives her the right to disrespect the great gods..."

"Ten years ago, even the most beautiful and noble Princess Helen dared to claim that she would become a deity's concubine... In the end, she turned into a little pig."

"The glory of the gods is everywhere. Those who blaspheme them will be punished."

...

Belia was expelled from the classroom.

Her classroom was on the sixth floor. From there, she could see the endless white dome, flocks of white doves, and distant snow-covered mountains.

The wind from the mountains, carrying icy moisture, woke Yuli up instantly. It was strange; there were snow-covered mountains nearby, yet the air felt humid. And she was wearing this puffy dress...

But she didn't feel cold.

Prince Carlos, Duke Louis, Belia...

The white arched dome, the endless snow-covered mountains, the peculiar climate...