Don't Trust the Heroine

CHAPTER 1

[History is written by the victors.]

A young woman was dragged onto the center of the cheering crowd. Contrasting the enthusiasm of the mass, the woman's appearance was haggard. Her eyes were hollow, as deep as a bottomless well.

The loud cheer of the crowds somehow stunned her out of her stupor. As their cheer registered, a light seemed to flicker in her eyes, before it dissipated into a resigned one.

Madenna, the name of the condemned maiden mounting the guillotine steps.

This world was created from a book that she had read in her previous life. Every single word written in the book mirrored all the events that had happened within this world. Creating history with each and every sentence. If so, then the book was also recorded from the winner's perspective.

"Prisoner, Madenna Rodenherg, lift your head!"

She lifted her head and blinked wordlessly, her eyes blinded by the sun's striking light, streaming into the central courtyard. Her hands moved, instinctively moving to protect her sight, only to find them locked in place by heavy chains. A self-deprecating smile crossed her face as she let her raised hand fall helplessly to the ground.

Instead she faced her executioner. Her gaunt appearance was reflected by the gleaming blade. Her beautiful appearance turned into a huge mess from her stay in the prison.

Her glossy hair became dull while her white jade-like skin became rough and dark. The ragged clothes she wore were even covered in dried muddy water. Her previous noble look was nowhere to be seen. She looked so miserable that one would not think of her as the daughter of Rodenherg, one of the richest man in the empire.

"Madenna Rhodenherg, you are convicted for attempt of murder, highest treason..."

Madenna closed her eyes, zoning his voice out.

Her life passed through her eyes. She felt the knife before she saw it. She looked into the eyes of the wielder. It was her, the silver-haired beauty who bawled out her eyes with fake tears.

Madenna gritted her teeth.

"...with a body guilty of more than one heinous crime, you dare not beg for forgiveness. Therefore you shall be sentenced to death."

Two executioners held her up and dragged her to the guillotine.

She recalled the past when she supported the heroine of the novel. The girl had a huge smile, a pair of deep blue eyes, and silver hair. She was like an innocent angel.

'But how did this happen?'

For any friend in pain, she had always run toward them, helped as much as possible. Yet, this is what she got in return.

History is written by the victors.

The victor was the main character. She was deemed as a kind and benevolent noble who had outstanding beauty. But that was all a mask. She would not hesitate to save herself and let another suffer in her stead. Trusting her was a big mistake and she deeply regretted it.

They grabbed her hair and pushed her neck through the gaps, but she felt nothing. Her numb body could not feel anything except for the excruciating pain of the heroine's betrayal.

"Execute!"

The jeers and excited cheers of the people rang in her ears. Her throat and heart held in a silver grasp and all she could do was stare lifelessly at the one who stabbed her back.

Then the executioner dropped the guillotine on Madenna's neck.

'If I was given another chance, I..... '