You can regret it yourselves.
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Summary;
The last thing I remember was miserable. I died unfairly after being falsely accused.
Since I died as a great criminal, I figured my honor was completely trashed, and there wouldn't even be a proper tomb, not even a single bone left.
But then...
"It's Saint Beatrice's Day?" "Yep! It's the day we honor the late Duchess Beatrice by offering flowers at her tomb and remembering her noble sacrifice with gratitude!"
Wait, what the heck? Since when did my birthday become a national holiday?! And why am I reborn into this family again?!
Everyone remembers me as a sublime martyr.
My old brother (who is now my dad and used to despise me) keeps my old room exactly as it was.
My fiancé, who used to treat me like dirt, became the Emperor but still can't forget me and acts like he's a widower after my "death."
What in the world happened while I was dead?!
