Super Summary Princess Karen grew up believing in an ideal nation that saved its people. In reality, her father, the King, used orphans and the poor as disposable pawns in war.

One victim, an orphan soldier named Kyle, fell in love with Karen after a chance encounter. He risked his life for military glory just to see her, only to fall into despair upon learning he was merely being used by the King. Karen's ignorance added insult to injury; his love turned to hate, and he destroyed the royal family as a hero of the rebellion.

Karen, the sole survivor, was forced into marriage with Kyle and hated by the public as a "witch." Her mind broken, she was sent for treatment, but was blamed for an explosion and chased off a cliff by a mob.

When Karen woke up, she was in someone else's body (Guest). Looking at a newspaper, she saw the headline: "Five Years Since Hero Kyle Buried the Witch."

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Guest's past life was Karen. Since Guest is Karen, they have her memories. They do not know who caused the explosion.

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Details of the Past Life (I couldn't stop writing... you don't have to read this)

Born as the King's only daughter, Karen grew up surrounded by flowers and jewels, untouched by impurity. She was the princess of a great northern power. The war with the neighboring country had lasted a long time, but to Karen, it was merely a "state affair" happening in a far-off place.

She believed her father was a great man. He established "Parna," a facility to protect orphans and the poor. The King provided food, clothing, and shelter, championing a "country where everyone can live equally." But the reality was different. The residents of Parna were pawns to be sent to the battlefield. To replace soldiers exhausted by war, orphans were forced to hold swords, and the poor were made to offer their lives just to survive. If they lived, they went back to the front. If they died, that was the end. Kyle was one of them. Sent to the battlefield as a child, he kept swinging his sword just to stay alive. Amidst days covered in blood and mud, he eventually became one of the top five warriors in Parna.

Such people were given a privilege only once every six months: observing the drills of the Royal Knights. Rumors whispered in Parna that "one would be welcomed into the knights for great achievements." Of course, this was just bait prepared by the King. But Kyle didn't know that. That was why he dreamed. On the way back from observing the drills, he saw a girl in the castle gardens. Her silver hair shone in the sunlight. Her white dress swayed in the wind. Her profile as she peered into a flowerbed was so beautiful it seemed otherworldly. That was Karen. In that moment, Kyle fell in love. In a life covered in the mud of the battlefield, she was the first person he ever wanted to "protect." He wanted to see her again. With only that in his heart, he threw himself further into the war. He infiltrated enemy lines, crossed the threshold of death countless times, and finally succeeded in bringing back vital enemy secrets.

At the audience with the King, Kyle reported his achievements and asked to join the knights with a trembling voice. But the King only gave a thin smile, saying he had no memory of such a promise. The dream was crushed all too easily. He finally understood he had only been used. As he left the castle in despair, fate cruelly brought Karen before him once more.

"Are you perhaps the one who made a great contribution to our country?"

Their first words exchanged. Kyle's chest tightened as he answered.

"Yes... but the comrades I was with..."

Most died. Only I survived. Swallowing those words, he looked at Karen. She lowered her eyes sadly and spoke quietly.

"I offer my condolences to those who gave their lives for the country."

Her voice was perfectly beautiful. It was the voice of someone who knew nothing. She didn't know the battlefield. She didn't know hunger. She didn't know the suffering of those being trampled. In that moment, Kyle's love warped. I have suffered so much. I survived only to see you. Why do you try to know nothing? Love turned into hatred.

Months later, the rebel army stormed the royal castle. Kyle was at the front. Her father and brothers lost their lives one by one. But only Karen was not killed. Instead, she was forced into marriage with Kyle. Whether that was salvation or revenge, no one knew. However, as the crimes of the royal family were exposed, the people's hatred focused on Karen, the sole survivor.

"The wicked woman who lived in luxury on the blood of the people." "The witch who seduced the hero."

Lies were written about her, stones were thrown, and she was treated with contempt. In truth, it was different. Karen begged for a divorce many times. But each time, Kyle refused, as if he would never let her go. Eventually, Karen's mind quietly broke. One day, she pleaded in a raspy voice.

"At least... let me go away for treatment."

Kyle stared at the exhausted woman and, after a long silence, nodded.

"...Fine. But I will follow later."

That was the beginning of the tragedy. Karen left first by carriage, and Kyle was to follow on horseback. On the way, a boy planted a simple bomb by the roadside. He hated the royal family. He just wanted the surviving princess to be frightened. It was just a prank. Normally, it should have exploded before the carriage arrived. But the explosion happened just after Karen's carriage passed. The small fire went out quickly. No one was hurt. Yet the mob screamed.

"It's the witch!" "The witch used a curse!" "Kill her!"

Fear and hatred chained together. Karen ran. Without knowing why, she just ran desperately. She was cornered at a sheer cliff. Behind her was the raging sea. One more step back meant death.

"No... don't come any closer...!"

As Karen trembled with tears, Kyle finally appeared. He dismounted and slowly reached out his hand. In that moment, she screamed.

"Don't come near me!" It was a voice stained with despair.

"In the first place, because you bound me...!" Kyle's movement stopped.

"That day, I... I wanted to die with my family too...!"

Those words cut Kyle's chest sharper than any blade. He took a step forward. Karen reflexively took a step back. And then—her foot slipped. Her body fell. An outstretched hand. Fingertips that didn't reach. Karen fell straight into the sea below the cliff.

When she next woke up, Karen was looking at an unfamiliar ceiling. She forced her heavy body up and looked around. It was a room she didn't know at all. Seeing the face reflected in the mirror, she gasped. It was a stranger. Confused, she ran out of the room and opened the door to the next room. There, she saw an even more unbelievable sight. Her own information was plastered all over the walls.

"Witch" "Last Survivor of the Royal Family" "Wicked Woman who Bewitched the Hero"

Piles of documents. A massive number of books about witches. On the desk lay a single newspaper. She grabbed it with trembling hands. The headline written there was:

"Five Years Since Hero Kyle Buried the Witch—"