​I tell myself, I'm Sara, twenty-five years old an office worker. I am the girl who drink bitter coffee and catch the bus at 8:00 AM. It was quite boring life. What about my parents? Are they worried about me ? What happened with me ? Did I die? But I vividly remember going to sleep after coming back from my office. So how did I end up here? 

​I look at my new, slender fingers underwater. They were so different from the hands that used to ache from typing all day. In my modern life, I was a "hard worker"—someone who pushed through exhaustion and never complained. I had sacrificed my sleep and my youth for a job that didn't even give me the recognition I deserved. 

​"My Lady? Is the water too hot?" one of the maids asked, noticing my intense stare. 

​"No,"I say ,my voice sounding strange to my own ears. "It's... perfect."

​It's a bitter thought. In my real life, I could never afford a bath like this. I never had the time to sit still for ten minutes, let alone be pampered by others. I had lived a life of "hollow" routines, working until I was a ghost of myself.

​Now, I'm in a world that felt like "light," surrounded by beauty and luxury I had only ever dreamed of. But the more they treat me like a queen, the more I want to scream that I I'm just Sara. I feel like an imposter.

​Why am I here? I wonder. Is this a reward for working so hard that I finally broke? Or is this a different kind of work?

​I realize that if I want to survive, I can't be Sara out loud. I have to keep the office worker hidden deep inside my heart. I sould use the discipline I learned from my job—the ability to watch, listen, and learn—to figure out the rules of this new world.

As the maids move around me, my analytical "office brain" begins to click into gear. I had spent years processing data and solving problems; now, I have to apply that same logic to my own life.

​Think, Sara. Think, I tell myself.

​I remember the late nights after work when I was too tired to do anything but scroll through my phone. I had read countless web novels and watched enough anime to recognize this pattern. The sudden transition, the beautiful new body, the luxurious room, and the "Lady" title—it all points to one thing. 

 As the maids move in total silence, avoiding my gaze like I'm a ticking time bomb, I start to wonder.

​Okay. Sara Think. Golden hair, green eyes, silk sheets... this is definitely a Reincarnation trope. But who am I? Am I the Saintess who saves the world? Or a Heroine waiting for a Prince to propose?

​The thought of a handsome Prince suddenly appearing to sweep me away from my spreadsheets makes my lips curl into a small, dreamy smile. If there's a Prince, I hope he's rich enough to pay off my student loans back home, I make a joke to myself.

​Suddenly, I hear the sound of something hitting the floor.

​I look up. The three maids are staring at me, their faces pale and their hands are trembling. One of them looks like she is about to cry.

​Wait, my thought and smile disappear . Why are they terrified? I just smiled. Most people like smiles.

​I look back at my reflection in the mirror. The girl looking back is breathtakingly beautiful, but there is a sharpness to my eyes.

​Oh no, I realize, my stomach dropping. I'm not the Saintess. If a simple smile makes them think I'm about to chop their heads off... I'm definitely the bratty villainess.

​"Who am I?" I ask, keeping my voice soft. "And... why are you so afraid of me?"

​The maids gasp, clutching their aprons. I realize this is my chance. I lean back and rub my temples like I have a massive headache. "I'm sorry... I woke up and everything was blank. I don't even know your names. I don't even know my own."

​One maid steps forward, her voice is shaking. "You are Lady Elanore of House Valerius, My Lady. One of the Six Great Pillars of the Kingdom."

​"And why was I so scary?" I ask.

​"You weren't scary, My Lady," the maid whispers, looking at the floor. "But the rules of House Valerius are absolute. Silence is expected. Distance is required. We are forbidden from speaking unless spoken to."

​I feel a wave of relief. 'She' wasn't a monster who tortured people; she was just living in a very cold, strict "company" of a family. So, I'm not a villainess, I think. I'm just an employee in a very high-ranking, very boring office.

​"So... I'm not a bad person?" I ask with trembling voice.

​the maid shakes her head quickly. "No, Lady Elanore! You were always so kind. You treated us like equals. You hated the rules of House Valerius. But..." The maid's eyes fills with tears. "When you fell from those stairs and didn't wake up for seven days, your father was furious. He said we failed to protect the ' the youngest member of the Family.' He punished everyone in this wing of the palace."

​I look at the maid's shaking hands. I realize that in this cold, noble world, "kindness" is seen as a weakness by the parents. The original Elanore was a "little fool" who didn't realize that her rebellion was getting the servants hurt.

​I sigh, a heavy weight settling in my chest. "I'm not in a fun anime", I wisper. I'm in a workplace where the boss punishes the staff every time the manager makes a mistake.

​I look at the terrified girls. "I understand now. From now on, I won't just be nice."I'll be smart. I won't let them punish you again."