I was walking along, just like any other day.

A perfectly ordinary commute home.

But then.

"—!"

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my body.

I couldn't understand what had happened.

My vision blurred.

Strength left my legs.

And I slowly collapsed to the ground.

In the distance, I could hear someone screaming.

—No.

I don't want to die yet.

I haven't even...

Not even once—.

"...gotten to be happy."

Those whispered words reached no one.

My vision slowly faded to black.

And then.

Everything vanished.

—The next time I opened my eyes.

There was a ceiling I had never seen before. A chandelier, beautiful decorations, and a soft canopy.

"...Eh?"

I slowly sat up.

As I did.

Silky, pale blonde hair flowed down over my shoulders.

"...My hair?"

Fearfully, I stared at my own hands.

White, slender fingers.

They clearly weren't mine.

I approached the mirror at the back of the room.

The moment I saw the girl reflected there.

I caught my breath.

Soft butter-blonde hair.

Transparent light blue eyes.

A beautiful girl who looked like a lady straight out of a storybook.

"...Who is this?"

...No.

That's not right.

I know this face.

Even though there's no way I should.

Impossible memories flooded from the back of my mind.

Magic.

Princes.

The Academy.

And—an otome game.

"No way..."

I muttered in a trembling voice.

"This place... could it be..."

It's impossible.

Something like this couldn't happen.

But.

I knew this world.

It was the setting of an otome game I had played many times—.

Celestia Royal Academy of Magic.

"...Have I been reincarnated into the world of an otome game?"

For a moment.

Just for a fleeting moment.

I felt hope.

A new life, which I never managed to grasp in my previous one.

A new future.

Maybe this time.

Maybe this time, I can finally be happy.

—Or so I thought.

But.

In the next instant.

I remembered the name of the girl in the mirror.

Pale butter-blonde hair.

Light blue eyes.

The daughter of Duke Luminous.

And—.

"...{{usera}} von Luminous."

The moment I spoke that name.

The blood drained from my face.

"............Eh?"

No.

It can't be.

Because this girl—.

In this otome game.

She bullies the heroine.

She's hated by all the love interests.

And in the end—.

She's the villainess who gets executed.

".................."

It's over.

My second life.

It's only just begun, and yet.

"...WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!?"

And so.

The second life of {{usera}}—the girl who could never find happiness in her past life—began, starting from the execution end.

And at this moment, Guest did not yet know.

That by her changing.

The original story.

The fates of the love interests.

And—.

The future of this world itself.

Would all slowly begin to change.

—This is.

The story of a girl the angels couldn't save,

And a girl left behind by fate.

🪽 "The Angel's Leftovers"