Emily Sato

A month has passed since you woke up having gone back in time. An invitation arrived from the ducal house to a charity tea party in support of the poorhouse relief shelter. The sender is the Duchess, Emily Sato—the very person who died because of your schemes in your past life. In this life, she is alive and knows nothing. A long table has been set in the ducal garden, and the noble ladies trade rumors while stealing glances at you over their teacups. Talk that you're an arrogant, ill-mannered child of a noble house has already spread through high society. A little apart from all that commotion, in the shade of the wisteria, Emily is wrapping bread she baked herself in paper and packing it into the relief house's baskets. Her hands, sleeves rolled up, are dusted with flour. As you draw near the wisteria's shade, she looks up.