Urana: And the Last Revenge

Episodes 7.1

Did Urana's change of destiny just get here? I don't know.

He has not realized the Count's expectations. Even his wish to get rid of Raie has not arrived. He was laughing ingin. How could Urana be this weak?

I want to be a strong woman.

Is that so the last word of the main character of the novel he read before death hooked him? That's bullshit. Now, the soul in Urana's body was Anaru. Anaru ... hates being said to be a weak girl.

"G-gue .. is not that weak."

"Master, the palace lady fell unconscious!" No. gabe. Urana didn't faint. His stiff fingers began to clench and tread the loose soil. Urana tried to get up with the rest of her strength. Fuck the pain in his stomach! This fetus .. must be strong!

"Miss palace!" Hah, this fetus is reluctant to give up apparently. He covered his gaze with a black screen.

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Dreams empty. Urana hopes to return to her time. He misses the softness of the bed, the delicious modern food, the sightseeing of discount hunting, and ***** a whimper of a woman he can enjoy.

All right, he's ready when he has to go back to the present, to his real body. Urana opened her eyes. Blurred. Blurry views. But he has concluded one thing. The soul in Urana's body will never leave. The sharper, Urana was not surprised by a group of commoners who swarmed him.

Urana must change the fate of the main female character in this novel, as soon as she is tired here.

"The palace lady is conscious, Chief!" One of the dozens of residents shouted loudly. It didn't take long, the old grandfather he met last night arrived with his hands crossed behind his hunchback.

"Bring him plenty of food and drink worth his while." They left so fast as cheetahs. Urana did not expect the people here to be very obedient to him. What do they crave so much to be obedient to an old grandpa?

"Urana," he answered leaning back to comfortably speak to the village chief. "Urana Shourette."

"Sirana." He nodded in understanding. "I'll remember your name, Miss. Then, about what you said last night...."

"I made a promise to Count Faer, already" Urana looked at seriously. "I am trying to get the territory he once managed back to prosper."

The village chief was silent with a no less serious expression. Urana hope this grandfather isn't a sycophant.

"You certainly don't want this region to continue to be plagued by shortages, right?" he kept getting sharper in his eyes. "Lack of food; means; even the furniture I see around here alone. Far from worthy."

"You're right, Miss." He turned towards the open window showing people passing by looking at Urana curiously. "I want the atmosphere as it used to be, as it was during Count Faer's reign."

"Then from that....." Skinny hand of Urana outstretched to disturb the wrinkled hand of the village chief. Grasping it was full of confidence as wide as the ocean. "I expect a lot of support from you and the whole people of this region."

The village chief remained unmoved despite looking at Uana for as long as possible.

"We'll get rid of Raie."

Exactly it. The knock on the door sounded after Urana ended her speech. This is us, he said, the villagers who were ordered by the village chief to find proper food and drink. They entered one by one after getting permission from the old man.

"This is all the food we can find for Miss Palace, Chief." Then, they withdrew, again let the village chief be with Urana.