The beautiful and kind stepsister, Roena.

The new sister-in-law, Siché, who was jealous of her.

As in all fairy tales, the happy ending always belonged to the protagonist, and that protagonist was not Siché.

Although she tried to take everything from Roena, it was Siché, instead, who lost everything.

“Roena, did you really not know anything?”

“I hate you.”

Driven into a corner, Siché deliberately fell before her eyes. But…

“Pleased to meet you. My name is Roena.”

Was she dreaming now?

Was it a prank by the gods, making her taste agony once again?

The cruel reality was repeating itself.

So utterly despairingly.