I put more effort than ever before into my academic work.
I reassessed my circumstances with a clean head.

“Sana, have you been studying well lately?” My mother later asked.

“Yes, mother.
I’m doing well,” I replied.

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“Good, to become a great Agriche, you must properly study our family values,” she said.

“Yes, mother.”

I did not question her about my curriculum anymore.

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My primary topic had been seducing men since I became eight years old, but I was also supposed to continue with my previous studies.
My understanding of different weapons systems, botany for poisons and remedies, psychology, and debating skills increased. 

Over time, I learned that this deranged and evil family had a custom.
Every month, my father would invite his “top three children”—those who had excelled—to a family meal.
Naturally, Asil had never received an invitation to a dinner.

Since his death, two more children had been discarded.
One of them made an attempt to leave our estate because she thought she was going to be the next.  In the end, she was killed in the most brutal way.
She was tortured and maimed before being set on fire. 

I frequently questioned the world’s sanity.
I came to the conclusion that only my father, Lant Agriche, could tell me how to survive in an environment controlled by him.

When I was 12 years old, one summer after Asil’s death, I was invited to one of my father’s dinners for the first time.
I had my suspicious before, but our conversation then finally convinced me that I had reincarnated in a novel I had read in my past life, a novel where my character died young.. 

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