Summary
After her noble husband perished on a monster hunt just weeks into their marriage, Penelope realized she had been transported into a novel. Before she could even process this, she was buried under estate troubles—falling turnip prices, winter food shortages, and firewood crises. “I know nothing about managing lands!” she cried. Desperate, she sought a mage’s help, but his exorbitant fee left her no choice. Something about him felt off. “Want to touch it?” he teased, catching her stare. “My hair—you’ve been eyeing it.” This legendary yet oddly tender mage didn’t match the story. Perhaps escaping the estate was her only way out.