The story goes by: she had deep feelings for him and he had no feelings for her. In order to avenge her pain, she crossed the villainess path, where she beheaded herself in front of her husband as she cursed her husband’s name.

All final boss villains possess the culmination of death. It's just what we imagine and want to write, creating from writing it as a random event, when plainly it is the final ending. She knew full well. She realized how much the ending must become, and she learned that the ending is a quality of good and bad.

However, it is an ending requested by her fans. She can't do anything about how it turns out. The decisive boss is the end of the story, while the characters have lived in leisure, and the villainess will suffer great defeat.

She shook her head as she saved the data from her computer. To create such a grand finale, she spent a few nights conducting the requested ending and rewriting what should have been written.

Once the save button turned to check, she picked up a smooth sound coming beside her table. The sound of the bell soon stopped as she accepted the call, which was registered as “book editor”. It must be the editor who’s been handling her book for a while now.

Her due line was kind of today, but she had five more hours to be spent. Once her book ends, she needs to look for a proper job, but she never predicted that her book editor will call her.

“You can rest easy and go to bed, I've received your draft. You haven't slept often since the release of the story, so don't worry and let me handle the rest,” said the editor, filled with a worried tone.

Ever since the continuation of season three, during the start to finish, she can’t resist not sleeping often as she's writing almost every hour. If not for her editors nagging and scolding, she was bound to her work and skipped her meals.

She snores and smiles. “I swear, I'll find a fine job after this.” 

The editor laughed. “You said that in season one and now it's season three,” he said and it made her overwhelmed by how her story was shining. She is very famous for writing romance fantasy stories, although she has no experience with romance, but she's been reading romance and fantasy stories, so she could create one that is unforgettable.

“Yeah, this time it's serious—”

She flickered, her entire sight was smearing. She breathed in and held her head when abruptly she barely understood the voice of her editor on the phone she was holding. 

She couldn't help but to blink. Her sight was weakening. She couldn't even manage to hold her body. It's like something was desensitizing her head. The shaking didn't stop, and so her eyes became more cloudy. 

She grasped as air soon left her lungs. When her hand loses its strength to pull herself together, she accidentally falls on the ground and everything she sees soon becomes ominous. 

Dropping no trace of her thoughts left behind.

━━✣━━

'Selena, wake up!'

As soon as she heard that scream, she promptly woke up from a horrendous nightmare that made her gasp for air. Her strange breath of white was staffing her inside, after she calmed down, the image of her eyes was slowly, painting a scenery she had never seen before.

Silver.

The room, ‘it's not the hospital?’ even the windows and the furniture looked so old fashioned. The bed was 'soft and fluffy' as it touched her hand and body, she felt somehow familiar when she didn't even remember anything.

Beside the fancy items and theme of the room, there is not a single gadget, phone or even a TV that she can see. It was also impossible that someone brought her here, every modern house, old or not, still has those antics of hand watches, and calendars placed against the wall, but everything she sees is nothing but paintings. 

She grasped for air as she tilted her head, the door banged open but it wasn't loud, she just got alarmed by it. The person who came from the door, a woman of the age 50s as she guessed, was dressed in a maid costume of white and black.

'Is she cosplaying?' She thought but the woman just looked at her as she bowed. Her entire body had shuddered from that maids behavior, it's like she's bowing to someone higher than her. 

But she doesn't even have any position, she's just an undergraduate who has no job and spends her day writing. If someone on her level bows to someone higher than her, then this is not an ordinary place but she's not too sure about it. 

Confusion still lingers within her. 

“Your Majesty, should I prepare your bath?” 

Her eyes swiftly widened. 'Did she call her your majesty?' she must have misheard it but the way the maid acted makes sense now. She tried to speak but the light from the windows was glimmering through her eyes. 

She inhaled, as she stood up from the bed. She grip the curtains and she moves it open. Once the light covered her entirely, a scenery appeared and her eyes couldn't believe what she saw. 

The outside was bright and clear. Filled with pleasing nature, trees, flowers, and mountains. From a far distance, not farther from her, a city was seen in such medieval old house architecture, the entire design didn't match a city from her memory.

There's no car, no wire, no houses made of boxes,  nor telecommunications towers across the mountains and roads. It feels like she's back to the 15th century without anything but modern items. 

At first she thought she was dreaming, so she didn't hesitate to squeeze her face, and she had felt that hot yet painful sensation coming from her cheeks. “That isn't possible, this is not a dream?” She asked herself.

Even the voice, she carefully covers her lips. The voice didn't belong to her, when she tilted back, she noticed her body shape and skin. The tone of her skin, and the dress she was wearing. She then looked down and noticed her feet, not even her feet looked so delicate.

However, now they look so proper. 

She turned around to observe everything. The room, that's not a simple design, even the bed looks more like a bed used by any royalty. It wasn't hard to grasp reality, but she still couldn't believe it. 

“What year is it today?” She confusingly asked the maid who felt the same way as her. 

However, she had come to realize that asking for a year and time can get her started from knowing which era she's been transferred to. She knew little about the medieval era, but she studied history. 

This looks so much like a dream, but she failed to notice one detail. This place speaks a language she doesn't know but understands and she can communicate it as well. It's natural to have an ancient language, but this language never existed in the history books from centuries ago. 

The maid looked down. “It's the 5th Imperial Calendar 560 of spring season, your majesty.”

'What, 5th Imperial Calendar?' Sure, it's not on the earth so she nodded. Then she carefully sat on the bed mattress. 

“Then, where am I?” she asked with utter disarray. The maid took her question as a test, since it's weird for the empress to act like this. 

The maid coughs. “It's the empress residence in the Alvadiz Imperial Palace.”

She stiffened and she looked at the maid with incredulity. She couldn't believe what she heard and her body trembled. 'Alvadiz?' she thought before she gave a long breath, 'maybe it's just a coincidence, right?' she asked herself. 

“Alvadiz Empire? Is this Baltonia?”

The maid simply nodded despite being confused. She didn't know what was happening to the empress, but she didn't want to ask.

As she confirmed her presumption, her eyes widened and she looked at the balcony. There she remembered something from a memory that suddenly flashes through her eyes. 'The empress, a woman who abused her lost daughter, took a knife as she slit her throat and she cursed the emperor.'

A scene from her story? How can that be a coincidence? She gulped. She needed answers now, why has she woken up in such a dreary dream? What's her purpose of coming? Then suddenly her lips shut. 

'That can't be!?'

She noticed a hand mirror from the side of her small cabinet and she looked at the mirror. Everything pointed in the right direction, she wasn't wrong from speculating. 

The beauty in front of her is truly her. Not only that this is the world of her own story, the body she's currently in is the character whom she killed before she came here. “Selena Solen Alvadiz, the empress of Alvadiz Empire, wife to the current emperor, Callisto Ray Alvadiz?”

She asked but the maid didn't know who she’s asking. So, the maid quietly nodded in response and it made her blinked. 

'This can't be!?' Selena was destined to die, and she was the one who killed her?' Confusion had made her lost in thought, making her unaware of the current person inside as she showed a worried look. 

“Your majesty?” she softly asked again until her mind we're able to respond in the maids desperate voice. 

“It's nothing, go back, I'll change myself,” she instructed and the woman nodded. Selena awaits the maids' disappearance before she falls once again on the bed. 

She still couldn't believe it, one day she's making her draft, now she's here to tell a story where her situation is miserable. She needed an answer and truth, why did she come here? What happened to her original body? Where is the original Selena? 

There's so many questions she can only think of one person who can answer. 

God, which meant she needed to meet him but in what method? She remembers writing about the church, but she couldn't remember the content. Even writing their God, but that's impossible as well as she didn't think she wrote about the characteristics of the church and their God. 

So, ‘how can she seek the answer? Is it worthwhile?’