At the end of a miserable life, I opened my eyes only to find myself reincarnated as the director of an orphanage.

And not just any director, but "Cielra" the cruel villainess who once tormented the story's young protagonists.

My relationship with the children is rock bottom. If the story plays out as it did in the original, I'll end up brutally killed by the hero when he's grown.

So I've decided that starting now, I'll shower these kids with love and earn their trust!

But wait… wasn’t the orphanage also on the brink of collapse?!

If I want to fill the empty bellies of these little chicks, then I need support desperately.

Through a deal that risked everything, I managed to secure a massive donation from none other than the Duke of Craymon, a man feared across the empire as a monster in human form.

But then...

"In the name of Craymon, I vow to protect the children as well, Cielra. And my support includes you, as well. I will keep you safe."

"...Alright. Then I'll be counting on you too, Your Grace."

I thought my only goal was to care for the children but what is this fluttering feeling I’ve never known before?

To protect these precious little ones… and maybe, this newfound warmth too...