Chapter 1
Has anyone read a romance-fantasy like this?
A holy knight named Seraphina defeated the Demon King and saved the world, and the moment she did, she went into hiding.
Why? Because she had a child.
I’m not sure why she ran away with her daughter, but apparently, this novel is a reverse harem. The holy knight ends up with three boyfriends.
As expected, in fantasy-romance stories, professions that start with “holy” are the most liberal.
Anyway, the three men went crazy looking for her. Then, ten years later, a child who looks exactly like her suddenly shows up.
And, she enrolls as a new student at the school where the men are teachers.
When the three men realized she was the daughter of the woman they lost, all hell broke loose. They fought over her, showered her with everything…
The girl was bewildered. Even in a web novel where hiding things is rampant, her mother had not only hidden her fathers from her but also her true identity. Hiss…
The reason I’m asking this is because I’ve been reincarnated as that daughter.
My previous life was a complete disaster, so I wanted to live a normal life this time. But… life, huh.
Still, this time my parents are collectively doting fools. Hehe.
So, what’s the problem?
I have no idea which novel this is.
I don’t remember reading anything like this—or writing it.
Does anyone know?
Please, let it be a peaceful, cute, healing story. Please, please…
No one knows? Then let’s pretend it’s not a novel.
I’ll just live my life here, enjoying the fact that I hit the jackpot with my parents in this life!
Hehe ( ◉ ᴗ ◉ʃƪ)❤
My last life’s “parent lottery”? It was a complete disaster.
I literally died because of my mom.
Not that I was scolded terribly—literally.
My parents in that life were obsessed with money. Their obsession worsened after I became a child actress and earned a lot, which they greedily took.
“What college! You were born pretty, so at least do something—maybe start a YouTube channel—and pay back the money we spent raising you.”
Even though I was consistently top of my class without private education, they spat out nonsense like this.
I studied hard despite my parents’ opposition and got accepted into my dream science high school. But I couldn’t even attend the entrance ceremony because…
“Leukemia.”
Sigh… life is so cruel.
Even though it was me suffering from cancer, my parents scolded me for making them care for me. But in reality, they only visited the hospital when there was a fundraising broadcast.
Those monsters used the money raised from my illness to buy luxury goods and foreign cars. They more than repaid themselves for raising me.
As public attention waned, the funds dried up, my illness didn’t improve, and the hospital bills kept piling up, they probably decided it wasn’t worth it.
“Our daughter should come home for the holidays and eat. Mom made a ton of boiled pork and oysters.”
The day after I ate the expensive meal my mom had prepared upon my discharge, I got severe gastroenteritis. My weakened immune system from leukemia couldn’t handle the virus.
In a crowded ER, my mom muttered alone, thinking I had lost consciousness:
“I should’ve bought one more insurance policy…”
She was trying to make a last fortune off my life insurance.
“Call… the police. This is child abuse.”
After my mom left for a moment, I mustered all my strength to tell a nurse:
“I’m a leukemia patient… my mom tried to kill me to get insurance money by feeding me spoiled food.”
Even when the police came, they didn’t believe me.
But once the media got involved, everything changed.
Shock! Former child actress: Parents attempt murder for insurance money
Insurance companies, whose founding principle is “don’t pay if you can avoid it,” immediately investigated potential fraud. They started looking into how the funds I received were spent.
My mom became a criminal instead of making her fortune.
Revenge isn’t like soda—it’s like seasoned fried chicken. Even if it’s late and cold, it tastes sweet.
Preventing my mom from selling my life for money felt delightfully satisfying.
And if their only money source—the daughter—dies? That’s a debt disaster.
“This cash cow is breaking free from its miserable parents! Go bankrupt!”
The only drawback of this perfect revenge was that it was completed because I died.
I cried in frustration because I couldn’t attend my dream science high school or even grow up…
“Waaah! Huh?”
But now I’m alive again.
In a forest where green-haired spirits dance.
From a mother with red hair and green eyes.
With a new name: Celly.
“What kind of novel is this?”
Usually, when you wake up in another world, it’s inside a novel. But now… I’m not even sure if this is a novel.
Ah, nothing has happened!
The forest is completely isolated from civilization. So remote it might not even exist on a map.
Humans? Just me and my mother. My mother in this life is quirky and careless, but she loves me dearly.
“Celly, my baby. We have to live here, healthy, for a long time.”
She wasn’t saving me to sell me. Anyone obsessed with money wouldn’t live in such a remote place.
The only other human-like beings here are tree spirits, the dryads.
“Child of the forest, feel the energy of the world around you. Can you hear the whispers of the green leaves?”
The spirits, souls of nature and sources of magic, are pure and powerful mages.
“I can’t hear it. Maybe it’s because I haven’t eaten peaches lately, sniff.”
“Tree, show us the cycle of the seasons.”
“Wow! Please stop at the peach-harvest season, hehe.”
The fruits I want can grow from seeds in the blink of an eye.
For my mother and me, these spirits are just kind neighbors. But if hunters or explorers occasionally trespass into this remote forest, they’d see how terrifying dryads can be.
“Guess that’s why no one comes here.”
I, who lived a life where my parents constantly caused trouble, was satisfied with this peaceful, uneventful new life.
I received the motherly love I never had in my previous life!
Though a small part of me still regretted not going to science high school, there’s no school here anyway. I didn’t have to struggle to keep up with other kids who even had private lessons for jump rope!
Most importantly: I’m not sick.
What more could I ask for?
“Celly, let’s live here, just the two of us, forever.”
“Okay! Slowly and steadily!”
“Yes! Slowly and steadily!”
But life never goes exactly as planned.
I eventually developed a desire in the summer of my 10th year as Celly.
Acceptance Letter
Spellmore Academy
Date: August 30, Year 11 of Liberation
To: Selena Lorelhart
We are pleased to grant you admission to Spellmore Academy.
Spellmore Academy, a prestigious magic school boasting the most dazzling traditions and superior authority in this land, has produced great magicians over thousands of years, opening new eras.
(Relations with non-great magicians are denied. Be ashamed!)
We hope you take this opportunity as an honor for your family, to stand among the ranks of great Spellmore alumni.
This is the final notice for prospective students who have not yet completed registration.
If you judge yourself unworthy of becoming a great magician, you may ignore this letter. Spellmore values the wisdom and courage of acknowledging your own insignificance.
For those who simply didn’t receive the previous notice, we inform you again:
Registration closes at 9:00 AM on September 1, the day of the entrance ceremony.
Principal of Spellmore Academy
Gregory Lexarion
