She Becomes A Passive Villainess-NOT!

The Mad Queen. At the capital. The mad queen stared at the hell she created from the highest vantage point in the capital—the church's bell tower. The fiery glow of the burnt city reflected against her cold ashen eyes that were void of any emotions. No anger, sorrow, pain or anything. Just emptiness. She stood there against the cold night wind with her white dress, dyed with the red of her enemies, and ash-like hair flapping harshly. "Adira!" A masculine voice hatefully called for her attention. "That should be Queen Adira for you." She casted a cold glare towards the man who was mounted on his own dragon and watch him visibly flinch under her stern gaze. "Heise, bur-" she was cut off when something sharp suddenly pierced through her body from her shoulders down to her heart. Along with a body that fell from the skies above her. The last that she saw, before falling down from the tower's peak, was pink locks dancing against the night wind and Heise, her dragon, burning the church down. "Just... Where?... Where did I go wrong?" If I had another chance at life, would I still be the same? If you, fickle God, gave me another chance at life, I hope to live my life simply and away from them. So please, when I am reborn, will you please give me a simple life? A tear escape from her closed eyes and a final roar from Heise before everything vanished.