"Was I just a replacement?" To my question, my perfect fiancé sneered, twisting his face. "To be a replacement, one must be replaceable. You're not even a replacement." After returning, I will change everything. "Don't cry, Ariadne. You don't know how pretty you are." With a kind prince and my previous fiancé, whose attitude has completely changed—"Damn it! I'm hitting on you!"—will Ariadne, born as the illegitimate child of a cardinal, be able to seize both love and power this time?