Eternal Life.
Evelyn smiled bitterly at the thought of this word.
[ I realised later that my life always starts from birth but without any memories. A kind stimulation is needed for me to remember my past lives's memories. How i wish every time that those memories not return but it's just... Futile hope.
But In my 46th life, something changes. Suddenly the world began to tremble, shaking as though it were on the verge of collapsing. The earth quaked with such intensity that I thought it might be the end. I don't remember how I died.
But when I opened my eyes once more, I was no longer in the same world. I found myself in a completely different world. A world beyond anything I had known and beyond human comprehension—
Magic.
a world unlike anything I had known. It was a world of magic, of mystical forces that defied all logic and reason. Swords and spells were the keys to power here.
A world where the laws of nature bent to mystical forces, where swords and spells determined power.
It was overwhelming, but also strangely fascinating. For the first time in a long time, I felt a spark of curiosity. This new world was unlike anything I had experienced before, and that novelty kept me moving forward.
It was a fresh start, and for the first time in a long time, I felt something close to curiosity.
So, I lived.
In this new world, My 47th life began as an ordinary 14-year-old girl, living in a small village. My father made a living by crafting and selling things made of wood, while my mother, sickly and frail, barely left her bed. It was a simple life, yet full of quiet struggle.
I helped my father as best as I could, using the knowledge I carried from my previous lives—skills and techniques from a world that seemed so distant now. The E.L.S. system, ever-present and subtly guiding me, made adapting to this new world a little easier. It became my silent companion, helping me adjust without question, without hesitation.
But just like every other life before, it came to an end. And when it did, the cycle began once again.
I was once again thrust into a new life, and this time, I was filled with a strange sense of excitement. This world was unlike anything I'd known before. Everything about it fascinated me—the people, the magic, the way of life.
The world was still unfamiliar, and it intrigued me. There was so much to explore, so many things to try. So, I threw myself into it, exploring every avenue, adventuring, trying on different identities.
So, I did.
In my new life, I became a swordmaster, honing my skills in battle. I was a mage, wielding magical powers that felt alien yet exhilarating. I was a saintess, revered by many for my supposed divine abilities. A spiritualist, an assassin, a thief, a gardener, a inn owner. I even became a queen, a noblewoman, a commoner, a maid. I had lived so many lives, and each one felt like an endless possibility.
But as time passed, something started to shift. Even in this new world, the thrill began to fade. Everything became.. became ordinary.
As time passed, everything began to feel... worn. Once again, I was left with the quiet, inevitable feeling of boredom. The magic, the swords, the kingdoms—they all became just another part of the endless cycle.
The cycle was beginning to feel too familiar, and I wondered—when would it end?
And now, I stand at the edge of yet another reincarnation. The novelty of this new world has long worn off, leaving behind the same emptiness, the same desire for rest that I've carried with me for so long.
The faces change, the bodies change, life changes and even the world changed but one thing remains the same— my unyielding need to find peace. ]
Evelyn's fingers tighten around the windowsill, her knuckles turning white.
Another life, another name, another identity, another painful cycle.
And yet, for all the countless times I've lived and died, one thing remains unchanged—
I'm still searching for a way to finally, finally, truly, rest.
She sighed as she reminisced about the past, then slowly walked away from the window toward the mirror.
Stopping in front of it, she stared intensely at her reflection. There, on her right wrist, was the small but distinct nine-star-shaped birthmark—the only familiar thing in her endless cycles of death and rebirth.
[ This birthmark was in my wrist from the beginning, in the same place. It feels as though it too is caught in this endless cycle alongside me.
At first, I thought it was merely a coincidence, but no matter how many times I reincarnate, it's always on my wrist, in the same place. The reason behind this mark and what it truly signifies... remains a mystery to me.
Each new life begins without the memory of my past, and though I once hoped I could live without remembering, it always ends the same—my memories come flooding back.
Now, I've grown used to the System E.L.S. —it's become like a soul mate.]
Her cold blue eyes flickered with a glint of sarcasm.
In this life, I am Evelyn de P. La Cristiane—the first princess of the Cristiane Empire and first in line to the throne. But titles are nothing more than decoration if you're not strong enough to protect them.
A princess abandoned at birth... locked away in this cold, desolate Black Rose Palace—with not a single visit from the woman who gave birth to me.
Why?
No one knows the answer.
Why. It always remain my question but with no answer.
A small ridiculing smile tugged at the corner of her lips.
Evelyn: E.L.S. My information.
Ding...
A familiar soft chime echoed as a glowing blue panel materialized before her eyes, casting its faint light across the dark room.
[Host Information]
[Name: Evelyn de P. La Cristiane.]
[Identity: First Princess of the Cristiane Empire { ??~?? } ]
[Cooking Skill: 94 ]
[Combat Skill: Unknown—]
[Defense Skill: Unknown—]
[Agility: Unknown—]
[Intelligence: Unknown—]
[Ability: Unmeasurable.]
[Special Abilities: Sharp Brain, Special Physique, —]
[Characteristics: —]
[Specialty: —]
[Trait: —]
[Backstory: Born with an unusual hair and eye colours. Not recognized by the Empress as her daughter and despised by her.]
Her eyes lingered on the Side Story section. She didn't fully understand what it meant.
Unusual hair and eye colour...
Her blue eyes narrowed, and she glanced at the mirror. Her fingers traced her moonlit hair absently, tilting her head in confusion.
Hair shimmered like fresh snow, pure and white, cascading down in soft waves that caught the light with an almost ethereal glow. It was as though the very essence of winter had woven itself into her strands, each one gleaming with an otherworldly brightness. Eyes, deep blue like the vast ocean, held a depth that seemed to draw everything in.
What's so unusual about that?. The Empress has red hair and blue eyes, and as far as she knows her father had silver hair and platinum eyes. So it's quite normal to have white hair and blue eyes.
No.. wait... something's wrong.
A sudden sharp glint flashed in her eyes.
Evelyn: E.L.S. Scan Body.
Ding...
[Body Scanning in progress....]
Ding...
[Body Scanning Completed.]
A translucent X-ray-like panel appeared before her, outlining every inch of her small, frail-looking body.
On her slender neck, a red circle glowed faintly.
[Detected Magical Item.]
[Effect: Appearance Concealment.]
Evelyn's eyes darkened.
Her fingers brushed the ruby necklace—the only thing her mother had ever given her.
A bitter laugh escaped her lips.
How ironic... the first and only gift from my dear mother is nothing but a magical item imbued with concealment magic.
With steady fingers, she unhooked the clasp.
The moment the necklace touched her palm, light rippled through her hair. A few strands of snowy white darkened, turning inky black like midnight ink bleeding into snow. Her blue eyes shifted—the left flaring into a deep, blood-red, like a sea of blood under a full moon, while the right softened into a vivid amethyst purple, like the glow of twilight over a quiet forest. In that instant, she looked both otherworldly and untouchable.