A month ago, before she could figure out how she had crossed over from Whitby's beach, she had been looking for inspiration at the beach with her notebook, when the salty sea breeze and fine sand blew into her eyes, and when she opened her eyes again, everything around her changed.

Her sleeveless striped vest disappeared into a long black dress with black ruffles at the neckline and cuffs, and she stood with a group of rich people dressed in elegant retro clothes, standing in a cemetery, the notebook in her hand turned into a bouquet of blooming lilies, and the broken tear ducts could not control the burst tears.

The priest prayed in his ear, and everyone looked sad and solemn.

It's a bit of an inexplicable mess lately, who's dead?

She lowered her head, and with difficulty looked at the square stone tablet in front of her toes, with an unfamiliar name carved into it.

Klimants.

"Poor Serra, everything will be fine."

"You just can't see her anymore, she'll always be there for you, Serra."

"Condolences and change."

Standing in the front row, Serra finally figured out who was under the stone tablet from hugs and comforts, her mother who had died of tuberculosis.

What is more ridiculous is that she was still in swaddling clothes, but the height of her arms, and she was thrown to the London welfare agency, so the mother who died of illness in front of her did not belong to her, but the body that her soul wore through.

The shock and panic caused by the crossing was not suitable for such an occasion, and she put down the lily, dragged her heavy heart and limbs through the funeral process, and spent a few more days figuring out the details of her identity.

In Leicestershire, everyone had to call her Miss Serra respectfully, and her dead mother, Cremans, was a poor and sympathetic mother and daughter who had been squeezed out by her husband's mistress.

It's a familiar supporting character plot, and it seems that I've seen it somewhere.

"Miss Serra, Miss Annahi has called to offer you condolences, and I hope you will return home soon to be reunited with her and Count Lizzie." Butler Carrie said.

"Back to Cambunia?" She asked rhetorically.

"Yes, Miss, you're going back to Cumbunia."

Sierra knew where she had been blown by Whitby's demonic wind.

Cumbria and Cumbunia are only one word apart, the former being the northern county of England with the Irish Sea, and the latter being a fictional county that the novelist was too lazy to choose a name and arbitrarily tampered with a word to treat it as a region, including the kingdom of Lirenny, which she remembers as a British fiction.

Annahi, Lizzi, Kremans... All the names and chronological backgrounds were numbered with a book she remembered.

The strategy novel called "The Male Protagonists Love Me" also released a joint game on the Internet a year ago, which tells the bizarre 19th century fantasy world, three inhuman species and the love story of the heroine Anna Ann's Mary Sue Otome.

And the Sierra she crosses is the vicious stepsister who keeps stumbling in their relationship.

She remembered that in order to satisfy the bad taste of customers, the game operation also specially designed many ways for players to choose from about the death of this emotional-stirring stick, 360 kinds of different ones.

Serra's eyes were full of melancholy, and she sighed.

Every day, she hopes to wake up tomorrow morning and get out of this strange and long nightmare, and she is still sunbathing on the beach in Whitby, but a month has passed since the funeral.

In those visits and comforts that came and went, she had to admit that she had become a super cannon fodder, the number one stumbling block on the road of love between the male protagonist and the female protagonist.

Carrie's butler came over and said, "Miss Serra, the luggage has been put in the car, and you must hurry to the port to board the ship." ”

Serra really didn't want to leave this palatial place to trouble Annahi and meet the ending of being brutally killed by the male protagonists, but there is also a novel way to die in the joint game, if she does not return to Cumbunia, she will also be forced to marry a domestic violence earl by the Count of Lizzie, and finally die.

Horizontal and vertical are dead, and there is no way to survive at all.

Forced to say goodbye to the butler and step into the classic car to the port, she leaned on the soft pillow, looking out the window of the green forest path, her eyes gradually irritable.

"Whew!"

A sturdy fawn scurried out of the green forest path beside it, followed by a huge beast that was extremely fast.

"Damn it!"

The driver screamed and slammed on the brakes, but it was too late, and the front of the car slammed the black bear-like beast a few meters away and rolled to the ground, and the piercing braking made Serra pounce forward and hit the soft backrest headfirst.

"What's going on?" She clutched her forehead and looked up in pain.

"It looks like I hit a bear." The driver said in a trembling voice.

The front of the entire classic car is recessed, and the shattered windshield and repeated white smoke obscure the vision ahead.

Serala got out of the car and walked forward, and the driver, who was bleeding from his forehead, followed closely behind and called nervously, "Miss! Don't go over! Dangerous. ”

A huge gray-brown beast lay two or three meters in front of the car, as large as a horse, with a painful whimper from its mouth, and its blood spread in the grass folded beneath it.

Seeing this, Serra shuddered.

It was a shape-shifting werewolf, and the brown bear wasn't as big as it.

How could the wolf clan, who have always been secretive, transform into the main road of human beings?

The sound of rustling sounded all around, and Serra stood in front of the car and looked around vigilantly, a black shadow rushed out of the jungle, and a sturdy figure jumped high on the roof of the crashed vintage car.

"Bang dang!" The entire roof sagged and bent with a thud.

The driver screamed in horror, and by the time Serra turned around, he had fallen to the gravel floor and fainted.

A huge black shadow stood on the roof of the car, the shadow that shrouded her, stripping her of all light.

Under the black fur, the golden-brown beast pupils stared at her condescendingly, and the undisguised killing intent was about to overflow into her eyes.

What's it like to be targeted by the most dangerous creature in the otome world? Trembling limbs, irregular heartbeat, weak legs...

"Roar."

One after another, several giant wild wolves with endless fur came out of the forest, and two of them ran to the injured wolf and arched it with their heads, and from time to time their mouths made gurgling sounds to communicate with their companions.

"We should kill her, she's discovered our secret."

"She's just a child." There are wolves who are dissatisfied.

"Kid? The child also knew that the wolf could not grow bigger than the horse, not to mention that she was a nobleman, and she would speak out. ”

Serra couldn't understand what they were saying, but the beast staring at her was visibly prostrate on its forelimbs, ready to burst into pounce on her.

The situation was not good, she couldn't remember if the Sierra in the article had this experience, and she definitely couldn't be buried here.

"I know Eric, he lives in Cumbunia with his people, I know you are werewolves, and I've kept it a secret for a long time." She puffed up her chest, adjusted her breathing, and her face was calm, "I don't know why you have the recklessness to run on the road, that wolf needs medical treatment now, it will take a lot of time to cure him with your lifestyle, I can pay to find the best doctor for him." ”