After analyzing, she now realizes that she is in a different body. She looks like she is dreaming but can feel that this is her reality. But how on earth does she end up like this?

A memory of facing some unidentified women like they were in some confrontation flashes on her mind. She blinks. The one with her memory is a woman with something like a weapon—a sword fan. Then the next thing she sees on her mind is being thrown into a pond with lightning struck her body.

'Am I supposed to be dead if I was struck by lightning? Is the body's soul still somewhere, and I was switched with her? Is this soul-swapping that I read before? Is this some kind of sorcery? Am I thrown back in some 18th-century timeline? What the heck? I'm in trouble if it is!'

"Your Imperial Majesty..."

Corinne looks at the woman named Gertrude. She already knows what happened here—what happened to the previous owner of this body. She tries to understand the situation and concludes. If she is the one who can control this body, then the owner has died. That certain woman with wicked behavior plans for the previous owner to die. Based on the body status she is at right now, that can be a fatal death. Moreover, the strike of lightning pushed me to the edge of dying.

'What kind of sorcery is this? How is it possible that I am switched to this body?' She is trying so hard to understand her situation. She inhales and exhales, calming herself. 'Apply the ability to adapt. Be flexible, Corinne.' She remembers the lesson she had learned when she wasn't a dropout Criminology student.

"You kept on addressing me 'Your Imperial Majesty'. What am I? Some sort of a queen or something?" She asks as her eyes roam around.

The room she was in is made of gold. Even the pillars have incredible spiral designs that she only sees in the Greek ruins. She bet she can have a million dollars for it if she takes a piece of them. She chuckles mentally.

Gertrude blinks, a little confused about the way Empress Urduja speaks. What she knows of her is that she is a soft-spoken person. The Empress Urduja she is facing now seems a little unruly and bolder. It is as if it wasn't her, after all.

"You are Empress Urduja, Your Imperial Majesty. You are the Empress of the Lucelence Empire."

"What?" Wide-eyed, her jaw drops. 'The heck? What? I'm an Empress?' She looks to the mirror and sees how her surprised expression reflects on it. 'This body is the body of an Empress? I am now royalty?! But I am just a dropout Criminology fourth-year student! And this is not my body!' "Okay, okay. Wait..." She is starting to panic and paces back and forth. 'This is getting crazy as it is... Oh my god...'

The three ladies look at each other as they see the panicked state of their Empress.

She halts when she sees a painting of her and... There is a handsome, good-looking man beside her. The painting Corinne sees is the painting of Empress Urduja and Emperor Alistair.

Camila approaches her and says, "He is Alistair D'Arcy, the 35th Emperor of the Lucelence Empire, Your Imperial Majesty."

"He is my husband?" She asks for confirmation while Camila nods her head. She furrows her forehead, looking one more time at his figure.

Emperor Alistair is a white-haired young man with blue eyes, a smug expression plastered on his face. The dignified and tyrant look is making Corinne shiver down her spine. It is as if she can feel those intense glares piercing her body.

But there was something that astonished her.

Why does she feel sadness and pain while focusing on the painting?

A splitting image of this man comes across her mind. She closes her eyes and sees him lashing out at her. Then beside him are the three crying women she saw in her mind earlier. She flinched the moment she saw that he was about to slap her. She slowly peels her eyes and clenches her hand.

"Maltreated..." she mumbles in bitterness.

Now, she understands why this body can have a negative emotion on this man. The previous owner must have had a hardship on him but still loves him with all of her heart. Corinne knows this familiar feeling of being abused because she once felt this toward her mother.

"Your Imperial Majesty, are you alright?" Gertrude asks in a concerned tone.

Corinne looks at her. Then she looks at the other two ladies. She feels at ease with them. It can mean these people treat the previous owner with care and love. She nods and understands better.

"How is my relationship with this man?" She can't help but ask. She wants to confirm with them to adapt to this environment immediately. She can't do anything right now. She can't even panic because it is useless. She knows they will find her hilarious if she tells them that she is not what they think she is. She will deal with the matter later once she understands her life here.

Neither of them speaks. But they look at each other, trying to persuade which one can tell the truth.

She sighs. "Am I being mistreated here?" she asks, which stiffened the three ladies-in-waiting. "Gertrude," she calls her name with a demanding tone.

Gertrude lowers her head while she is answering her. "Your Imperial Majesty, you have lost the Emperor's favor since you married him two years ago." That is hard to tell her. Gertrude doesn't want to say those things to Her Imperial Majesty, but she has no choice.

Corinne crossed her arms over her chest, staring at the painting of her. 'An Empress of an empire lost her husband's favor?' "For what reason?" This is getting interesting.

Before they can answer her, the door swings open. Polly appears together with Imperial Physician Harold. Breathless, Polly and Imperial Physician Harold bow before her.

"Greetings, Empress Urduja," Harold says with a bow.

"Who is he?" she asks in a low tone to Gertrude.

Gertrude whispers to her. "He is Harold Martin, Your Imperial Majesty. He is the Imperial Physician here in the imperial residence."

"May you please take a seat, Your Imperial Majesty?" Urduja looks at Gertrude. Doctor Harold of Imperial Physician Harold kneels before her when she nods at her and guides her to sit in the chaise lounge.

"How is Empress Urduja, Doctor Harold?" Ingrid asks as the Imperial Physician checks the pulse of Urduja.

Urduja cautiously gazes at him. She has been checking his pulse for more than five minutes already. 'Is he really a doctor?' She almost scoffs. But she scrutinizes his face. 'I think he is a man of 30s or 40s? But he is a good-looking doctor.' She chuckles mentally. Urduja already sees some good-looking doctors when she visits the hospital for the project at their school when she is studying. She thinks if her soul isn't here, where the real Urduja's soul may be. Is it on her former body?

Doctor Harold sighs and looks up at her. "I am quite astonished about your health, Your Imperial Majesty."

"What is it?" I can't help but ask, a little nervous.

"It seems that you are completely healed. I'm impressed that you have nursed your health back in less than two days." He stands up from kneeling. "Please open your mouth, Your Imperial Majesty." She does as he tells her. "Huh? Your tongue-tied condition is no longer visible..."

"What?" the four ladies say in shock.

"H-How is that possible, Doctor Harold?" Polly asks.

Urduja looks at them as she exchanges her glances to the four ladies and the Imperial Physician. She is baffled at what they are discussing because she has no idea as to what is happening. 'Tongue-tied condition? Does this empress have that? What the heck... But since when?'

"I am not sure yet." He offers his hand. "There is something I need to confirm, Your Imperial Majesty. Would you mind if I hold your hand?"

Hesitant, Urduja lays her hand on his opened palm. The moment she touches his hand, there is an electric current emerges from Urduja's hand traversed to Imperial Physician Harold. Harold gasps and immediately jerks his hand away from her. Corinne gasps in surprise and looks at her hand.

Her ladies-in-waiting gasp in surprise. Then they look at each other. "Isn't that..."

Harold nods his head while he is wagging his hand from the jolt of electric current that flowed to his hand. Unlike her, she can't even have pain from that electric current her hand released. It is a bit painful for him so he hisses a little before he speaks, smiling at her.

"Empress Urduja has mana."

She tilts her head in confusion. 'Mana? What's that?'