Became a Black Flower

A sword was pointed at Diana’s neck. It was quite a pitiful end for a knight who had once swept the battlefield. ‘Never again will I use a sword…’ Diana let out her last breath. ‘Shaak!’ The blade fell down with a cold sound. She thought everything was over like that. But… everything was reversed. Before she picked up the sword, at the age of 10, Diana had made up her mind. ‘I will become a lady.’