Marchioness Maron

I found myself inhabiting the body of Hailey, a villainess who was fated to meet her end shortly. If you could call it fortunate, she has an additional year left to live. Nonetheless, relaxation is not an option as she is unceremoniously cast into a polluted area beneath a canyon. "I'm a possessor! But wasn't she meant to die?" Do you comprehend? If you cling to what has passed, you will distort your future into something unrecognizable. This is the wisdom imparted by the ancient sages. "A year later, I'm still alive and farming. Hailey, whom I believed to be just an ordinary (?) witch, turned out to be a prodigy. She possessed the ability to wield magic and purify zombies. With talents too valuable to squander, I resolved to put in more effort: "How much would it cost to acquire everything you own?" "Ah, uhmm, please let me live." During this period, I earned the title "Devil Marquess" and began to draw in beggars who viewed me as a child they could exploit: "I'm not leaving!" "Why not? Why on earth not?" "We wish to survive by your grace, milady!" As a devil marquess, why are you not afraid of me?