Reborn: No Care's

Despicable

"What on earth is happening?"

Her last memory was closing the reading app and removing that trashy novel from her reading list as she commuted home from work.

Then, it was as if everything shut down, and Eliz found herself in this bewildering scenario.

Could she have fallen asleep? That was highly unlikely, even when she was utterly exhausted.

"That concludes the introduction. Please prepare yourself to assume your role."

Eliz blinked her violet eyes and fixed her gaze upon the ballroom floor.

A voice, sharp as an icy blade, sliced through the air above her.

"Elizabeth Von Roseblood, I hereby break off our engagement for all the wickedness you have committed!

I could never share my life with someone as despicable as you!"

Elizabeth knelt on the floor, her eyes directed downwards, and her hair cascaded, obscuring her expression from view.

Whispers filled the air among the spectators, carrying mocking remarks, concealed insults, or feigned astonishment.

"Don't you have anything to say? Will you not deny all your malicious deeds against Selene Derevell?" Gray Ironhound persisted, receiving no response from Elizabeth.

At this remark, Elizabeth finally stirred and rose gracefully from the floor.

As she stood, it seemed like a dark swan unfurled its wings.

Elizabeth lifted her chin with pride, allowing her purple gaze to wander the hall before ultimately settling on the couple on stage.

"So what?" Eliz declared.

Eliz blinked her eyes, focusing her gaze on the floor. Her thoughts raced, leaving her feeling disoriented.

The voice of a man reached her ears, but Eliz only half-listened. There were two reasons for her detachment.

Firstly, she already knew his lines. Secondly, she needed to come to terms with the baffling situation unfolding before her.

Eliz still couldn't comprehend what had transpired.

The voice had informed her that she would be assuming the role of Elizabeth-a detestable character with an even more detestable fate-and that she would be thrust into the very first scene where she would face rejection...?

But what was she supposed to do? Act the part? And if Eliz failed, would she truly face death? Like, actually die?

She felt the texture of the ground beneath her hands, the soft fabric against her body. Her heart pounded in her chest, and her head throbbed faintly.

Meanwhile, that obnoxious Gray continued to speak, aggravating her headache further.

'Shut the hell up already!' Eliz thought vehemently.

With that thought fueling her impatience, she stood up and surveyed her surroundings.

Despite her headache, she squinted her eyes and found her vision to be blurry. It didn't take her long to identify the source of the voice-the ostentatious couple on the stage.

"So what?" Eliz retorted, her tone brimming with impatience.

Eliz needed to think about things, and she didn't want to risk death or whatever the voice threatened her with.

Eliz wanted to escape the situation and find somewhere peaceful to recover.

But for now, she decided to take action.

"What did you say? Aren't you ashamed?" Gray's words shot out again, scattering through the hall like rifle shots.

"Hmm?" Eliz raised her hand and pressed her fingers to her temple. She sighed in annoyance.

"Ashamed? Me?" she replied, looking back up at the two of them. Ugh... really like a picture in a magazine.

The kind where women scold the girl for her narrow waist and men for his overly attractive jawline, and everyone thinks they had to go through retouching.

"Okay, if you're going to air your dirty laundry in front of everyone, I won't protect you anymore," Eliz announced.