When she was first dropped off in this cursed world, Ahn Yoo-Jung had been so distressed that she wanted to die. She despaired of the military training, the first experience with painful training in her life, but her suffering and despair did not last.

‘Congratulations. Summoners are high-tier. You’ll probably be my superior the next time we meet.’

She soon awakened as a high-tier class and was immediately granted titles and full support from the royal family.

‘Oho. A summoner? And a summoner with a wind spirit at that!’

‘This is a great blessing for the royal family and the kingdom!’

Given that she had a high affinity with a rare spirit, people treated her well. The foreigners who had been transported to this world with her tried to get closer to her, as she had a higher tier class and a more prestigious position.

In turn, Yoo-Jung selected the capable ones and kept them close. Many longed to stand alongside her, and over time, the small group grew into a faction.

She managed to establish herself without crossing the line and provoking the royal family, who were always sensitive to any potential dilution of their power. It was all thanks to her innate political aptitude and ability to manage others.

The life she built was so comfortable that she was no longer envious of her previous life, but since arriving at Fort Mangsk, nothing had gone according to plan.

It was all because of the man standing in front of her.

Even their first meeting had gone astray, as she lost control over the conversation before she knew it. As such, she instead avoided getting close to him. Though she did not want to admit it, they were...