Lioravelle of Evyraen

My name is Lioravelle Serentha Evyraen.

Yes, it’s long. Yes, it’s annoying to write. But I’ll admit... it sounds elegant. Solid 5/10.

Anyway, quick recap.

I lived my entire childhood as the perfect noble daughter of the respected duke and duchess of House Evyraen. Elegant, well-mannered, basically trained since birth to be “that ideal noble lady everyone approves of.”

And then everything went downhill when I turned fifteen. Great, as expected. There's always a plot twist for a beginner in life.

Because that’s when I started receiving memories from my past life.

Through a very weird, very overwhelming dream.

Turns out, I’m living inside a novel.

A novel I do not fully remember.

Great.

Amazing.

Unreliable memory.

Love that for me.

It feels like I still have to unlock my past memories bit by bit I assume.

Although from what I do remember, the story starts at an academy.

There are main characters. Magic. Action. Probably some sparkling romance thrown in for dramatic effect.

You know… the usual cliché setup.

Except here’s the problem. I don’t remember the actual plot. Like at all.

Just vibes. And the vibes are not peaceful.

This is not a “drink tea and live quietly” kind of story. This is more like-

stress, chaos, emotional damage, and possibly life-threatening situations.

Which is very concerning, because the last thing I remembered what I ever wanted to do since birth was to live peacefully as a rich noble girl and mind my own business while making my so serious parents proud.

But no.

Because ever since I regained my past life memories, I started acting like my old self again.

And let me tell you...

THAT version of me does NOT match noble expectations.

At all.

My behavior changed. My mindset changed.

And worst of all—

my etiquette skills?

Gone.

Zero.

Non-existent.

So now I’m stuck with:

unreliable future knowledge, a half-remembered plot, and the personality of someone who definitely should not be in high society.

And somehow I still have to survive the main story.

You know, the one filled with magic, violence, unnecessary romance drama, and whatever doom is waiting ahead. If I was being honest? I just wanted peace.

But instead, I got plot.

When I turned sixteen, I knew from then on that I know something was approaching me. And I feel it coming to me soon.

Of course, I was right.

My maid came into the dining room, with a letter in their hand that screamed 'Surprise it's your limited edition voucher trip to hell starter pack for reincarnation:)'

The Imperial Academy letter

Ah yes, I remember that specific word. Back when my brain was downloading its past-life archives, "The Imperial Academy" was flagged in bright red neon. If my life is a novel, and let's be real, It's most certainly really is. The production value of my current existential crisis suggests it is, then this letter is the inciting incident.

This is where the plot starts plotting and where my peaceful noble life starts crumbling.

Translation? "Attention: You have been forcefully invited to the Main Plot. Failure to participate will result in immediate social death and/or actual death. Please bring your own trauma; we’ve provided the fancy uniforms."

You know what I call it?

Imperial Academy letter\= invitation to Main plot of Doom and mental stress that could label you as crazy soon.

According to my history teacher years ago, which I am surprised I actually just remembered; it is the one thing every noble kid both excitingly and unfortunately gets when they turn sixteen and enters at seventeen.

My maid carefully placed it in front of me like it might explode.

Translation: “Good luck surviving politics, magic, and probably trauma.”

It arrived in the middle of lunch.

Golden seal.

Official crest. Dramatic as hell.

I stared at the golden seal. It was mocking me. I could feel it.

“…I don’t like how fancy this looks.”

“Open it, my lady,” she urged.

“I feel like opening it will ruin my life.”

“It’s your future academy acceptance letter.”

“That’s worse.”

"My lady..."

"It's a jump-scare in physical form" I replied, poking the envelope with a fork. "If I don't open it, the plot can't start, right? That’s how physics works?"

"Plot?" My maid asked in confusion.

"Yes, unfortunately"

My maid gave a heavy sigh of defeat.

And so I decided to face my problems;

I opened it.

Read it.

Closed it.

Opened it again.

Because denial is a valid coping mechanism.

Is this even English? No, wait, we speak 'Imperial' here. Regardless, I’ve forgotten how to alphabet.

“You are hereby invited to attend the Imperial Academy—”

I dropped it on the table. Refusing to read it completely.

“Nope."

My mother looked up. “No?”

“I refuse.”

“You cannot refuse.”

“I can emotionally refuse.”

My father finally looked at me with the tone, “Lioravelle.” I know he's serious, why? Obviously he called my full name and that's a no good meant business(I'm scared)

I froze. “I said no.”

He sighed. “You will attend.”

I stared at him. “…This is how horror movies start, you know.”

No one laughed. Rude.

Looking at the letter, it felt ominous yet familiar. “…This looks like a legal threat,” I said.

“It is not.”

“It feels like one.”

My father narrowed his eyes. “Why do you sound like you are going to war?”

I replied immediately. “Because I am.”

That night, I sat by the window, looking at the letter. The world outside was calm, but my brain? Not calm at all.

“My lady?” my maid asked softly.

“Yeah?”

“You have changed a lot since last year...”

I leaned back. “…Yeah,” I said. “I think I got a software update nobody approved.”

"???..." Of course my maid didn't understand, judging from the look she's giving.

I stood up and looked at the mirror.

Same face. Same body. But inside?

A completely different voice screaming:

“WHY AM I IN A POLITICAL FANTASY DEATH ARC SIMULATION??”

I exhaled. “…Okay,” I said. “Let’s go see what kind of trauma this academy has prepared for me.” I pointed at the ceiling. “And I swear, if this is some ‘chosen one’ nonsense, I’m uninstalling life.”

Well that sounded cringe.

Status? Internally tweaking.

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