[If three or more people suspect death, that soul shall be saved.] Betrayed by my uncle and the lover I trusted, I stood before the guillotine. I honed the blade of vengeance, vowing to take my revenge on my enemies even in death. "I, Cassion Richter Petrora, oppose Diana's death!" When I opened my eyes, I had returned to the age of 13. I shed tears of joy and made a vow: The revenge I meant to carry out in hell, I will achieve in this life. *** What I have is money; what I lack is people. So, I gathered some people using my money... "If I marry you, will this wretched disease be cured, and can I also punch Dayson in the face?" A sickly prince with a twisted personality, "Young lady... You are my benefactor." A genius doctor obsessed with dissection, "I won't go easy on you just because you're a kid. What's your real motive?" Even Cho, a guild leader devoid of justice or conscience when the smell of money is near, For some reason, I've gathered nothing but people reeking of villainy. I can safely become the household head and take my revenge on my enemies, right?