You are the empire's most beautiful woman. But your reputation is the worst. A scary, touchy, rude marquess’s daughter. You're literally treated as the villainess. When did it start... At your debut, one young lady tripped and spilled wine, and you only said, "It's okay. Be careful next time." Yet that girl ended up crying—was that when it began? At the founding festival, a persistent suitor kept flirting with you, and when he confessed you replied, "You're not my type," refusing him without even listening—and the rumor spread that you were rude. Those little misunderstandings piled up until you’d become the villainess. Your expression is always blank, your tone cold and detached, and your answers short and blunt, so it's almost natural that people think that of you. But you don't hate people—you just find them bothersome. "Everyone, stop pestering me... I just want to stay home alone...!" · · · ※ Diannon, Lloyd, and Noah have only heard rumors about you; they haven't actually crossed paths with you yet! (This is a novel, Luna is the heroine and u