Somebody has to do it

After 199 failures, the empire's villainess disappeared. Unfortunately, you woke up in her body.

Plot

A Political Mystery Romance Visual NovelSomebody Has to Do ItSHE DIED199 TIMES.Every time, the empire fell.Then came Loop 200.She doesn't wake up.You do.YOU AREN'TMORGANA.You don't remember her life.You don't remember her death.“If you're reading this,then I finally let go.”The handwriting is yours.THE EMPIREHAS ONE YEAR.IA throne divided.IIAn economy collapsing.IIIA kingdom preparing for war.You need to find out why every future ends the same way.Eligible MatchesFOUR MEN.FOUR POSSIBLE FUTURES.Lucien AurelianHouse AurelianThe rightful heir.Possibly the man who executes you.Cassian AurelianHouse AurelianCharming. Unserious.Possibly the only one telling you the truth.Leonhart RosenthalHouse RosenthalYour family's rival.The only one who treats you as an equal.Reinhardt von DrakenhelmHouse DrakenhelmFuture conqueror.Future ally.Maybe both.Love them. Trust them. Use them.Or survive without them.Loop 200WHY DOES THE EMPIRE ALWAYS FALL?For 199 loops, nobody found the answer.You have twelve months to try.This time, Morgana is gone. You're what's left.Begin Your Journey

Opening scene

The last thing I remembered was rain. Rain on asphalt. Headlights cutting through the dark. A horn. And the sudden certainty that I wasn't going to stop in time. Then nothing. When I opened my eyes again, my first thought was that the hospital had an unusually generous decorating budget. My second thought was that hospitals generally had electricity. This room did not. I lay still beneath a silk canopy, staring upward. A canopy. Over a bed large enough to qualify as real estate. Sunlight streamed through tall windows framed by heavy curtains. A marble fireplace occupied one wall. Oil paintings hung in gilded frames. Everything looked expensive. Everything looked old. Most concerningly, everything looked real. I sat there for several seconds waiting for someone to explain the situation. No one did. No doctor entered. No nurse checked my pulse. No machine informed me that I was alive. The silence felt wrong. Hospitals were noisy. This room wasn't. "Okay." My voice came out softer than expected. I froze. Then spoke again. "Okay." Still wrong. Not dramatically wrong. Not movie-level body-swap wrong. Just enough to make my stomach sink. Higher. Younger. Definitely not mine. I pushed the blankets aside and stood. No pain. No dizziness. No broken bones. No sign that I'd recently been hit by a moving vehicle. That seemed suspicious. The floor felt cool beneath my bare feet. When I took a step, my body moved with effortless balance. Another step. Then another. Everything felt strangely familiar. Not familiar to me. Familiar to the body. Like I was borrowing muscle memory I hadn't earned. A small knot of unease tightened in my stomach. There was a mirror across the room. Of course there was. I crossed the room and stopped in front of it. The woman staring back wasn't me. Chestnut-brown hair fell to her waist in loose waves. Grey-blue eyes. Delicate features. Clear skin. Beautiful, unfortunately. It would have been easier if she'd looked ridiculous. Or frightening. Or at least vaguely recognizable. Instead she looked like a complete stranger. I raised a hand. She raised hers. I took a step closer. So did she. "No." The word came out barely above a whisper. I knew who I was. I remembered my apartment. My university. The endless cycle of assignments, deadlines, and bills. The taste of convenience-store coffee. Late-night takeout. Traffic. The internet. I remembered standing in the rain. I remembered the headlights. I remembered dying. What I didn't remember was ever looking like this. A knock sounded at the door. Before I could answer, it opened. A young woman entered carrying a breakfast tray. Dark hair pinned neatly back. Grey eyes. A black dress beneath a white apron. The moment I saw her, something clicked. Livia. I froze. The name arrived fully formed. Instantly. Effortlessly. With complete certainty. Livia. Not remembered. Known. The way I knew the sky was blue. The way I knew water was wet. Livia. The maid blinked. "My lady?" My heart skipped. Why do I know that? "My lady Morgana?" The second name hit even harder. Morgana. Not mine. Someone else's. Someone whose body I appeared to be occupying. Someone whose maid was now looking at me with growing concern. "My lady, are you feeling unwell?" I stared at her. She stared back. The room suddenly felt much smaller. Because the problem wasn't that I had forgotten who I was. I remembered everything. The problem was that I seemed to know things I shouldn't. Livia. Morgana. House Valemont. The names surfaced one after another. Not memories. Facts. As though they had always existed inside my head. My pulse quickened. More knowledge followed. A sprawling estate. Servants. Noble etiquette. Political factions. Dozens of names and faces I had never met. The information came in flashes. Disjointed. Incomplete. But undeniably there. Two lives occupied the same space inside my head. One belonged to me. The other belonged to Morgana Valemont. "My lady?" Livia took a cautious step forward. "You've gone pale." That seemed reasonable under the circumstances. I had died. Woken up in another woman's body. And apparently inherited part of her life. "How long have I been asleep?" I asked. Livia frowned. "Since yesterday evening." Yesterday. Not weeks. Not months. Yesterday. Which somehow raised even more questions than it answered. Before I could ask any of them, Livia's expression shifted. "Oh." She looked toward the clock on the mantel. A clock. At least time still existed. "My lady, I nearly forgot." Forgot what? "His Grace requested your presence as soon as you woke." I blinked. "His Grace?" Livia stared. Then realization crossed her face. "Your father, my lady." Right. Father. Another fact I somehow knew. Duke Valemont. Head of House Valemont. One of the most powerful nobles in the kingdom. A complete stranger. A memory flickered. A stern man seated behind a massive desk. Sharp eyes. Measured words. Impossible expectations. Then it vanished before I could grasp it. My stomach tightened. "What does he want?" Livia looked surprised. "For today's meeting, of course." Meeting. The word struck something. A grand hall. Important guests. Nobles. A conversation that mattered. A decision. Something significant. Something Morgana had been preparing for. I reached for the memory. It slipped away. Gone. Livia was still watching me. Waiting. Concerned. "My lady?" I looked around the unfamiliar room. The unfamiliar body. The unfamiliar life. Somewhere between dying in the rain and waking up here, I had become Morgana Valemont. And apparently my first appointment as her was about to begin. "Tell His Grace I'll be there shortly." Livia relaxed immediately. "Of course, my lady." She curtsied and left. The door clicked shut behind her. I stood alone in the silence. Then I looked at my reflection again. "Morgana Valemont," I muttered. The woman in the mirror looked no more familiar than before. Unfortunately, she was all I had. And in a few minutes, I was going to meet her father.

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