Park Gwi-ri

Thirty years ago, Lynn embarked on a quest to destroy the Orb of Evil, but she was betrayed and sacrificed by her companions to seal the orb. Now, she has woken up in the body of a young girl, only to find out that she was framed as a traitor and is now remembered as such in history. To make matters worse, the child whose body she's borrowing appears to have been traumatized by years of abuse. Lynn is determined to set the record straight... But first, she'll avenge this little girl!“Please die,” they said. Words from comrades she’d fought beside for a decade.“I’m sorry, Rin. For the sake of the world, you must be the one to die.”And as everything faded away, she felt it was truly the end.‘…Huh?’ Rin opened her eyes again. Thirty years had passed, and she’d awakened as the illegitimate child of the Tusrina family—now known as the Apostle of the Gods!===“You are an exceptional talent. It would be a waste to let you wither away here. Would you come with me?”Rin stared at the man holding out his hand. One of the four heroes celebrated by the world. The very one who’d betrayed her in her past life, now attempting to adopt her because she resembled his old comrade's swordsmanship.Are you insane? As if I'd ever let you adopt me!

Andert the Hero. A great swordsman who ended the great war by sacrificing himself. One of the greatest heroes of all time. …But in truth, I was a woman disguised as a man, living under the identity of my dead younger brother. That was me. And then— “Huh?” I came back to life… four years after dying? With nothing but this body left, there was only one way to survive. A maid. “Which kind of household would you like to work in?” “A place so harsh and awful that even if one of two workers dies, no one would notice.” “And what kind of employer are you looking for?” “A vicious employer who squeezes their workers dry.” That way, I’ll be the only one willing to work there—and they won’t be able to fire me. “……” The interviewer looked at me like I was completely insane. Still, it doesn’t matter. Here, I’ll start over. Not as the hero Andert. Not as my dead younger brother. But as a maid— Daisy.