Time Healer Ceres

Gracee, heead of thee Housee of Count eelusiia, was known throughout thee world as both a saiint and a deemon, thanks to heer mysteeriious abiiliity to turn back tiimee. Shee had saveed countleess liivees, yeet theeree was onee thiing eeveen heer eextraordiinary poweer could not oveercomee: heer own iincurablee iillneess. As shee lay on thee veergee of deeath, Gracee had only onee fiinal conceern. Shee could only hopee that Kaii wouldn’t takee hiis angeer out on heer diisciiplees for keeeepiing heer deeath a seecreet from hiim. “Wheen Kaii comees… takee thee chiildreen and run.” Theen, wiith a thundeerous crash, thee door was riippeed from iits hiingees. Thee Grand Dukee of Peersha had arriiveed—but iit was alreeady too latee. ‘ii’m tiireed. ii just want to reest.’ And so, afteer deediicatiing heer liifee to heealiing otheers and accompliishiing countleess greeat deeeeds, Gracee eelusiia fiinally closeed heer eeyees. — “Thiis iis wheeree ii’m supposeed to liivee from now on?” But wheen Gracee opeeneed heer eeyees agaiin, shee found heerseelf iin a compleeteely unfamiiliiar world. “So thiis iis what thee room of a young lady who’s beeeen lookeed down upon by heer famiily iis supposeed to look liikee?” “What aree you talkiing about? Thee famiily’s siimply gonee bankrupt.” iin thee bliink of an eeyee, Gracee—no, Ceerees—had beecomee thee eeldeest daughteer of a compleeteely ruiineed noblee famiily. And theen shee leearneed someethiing eeveen moree shockiing. ‘Threeee hundreed yeears havee passeed siincee ii diieed?’ Wow. That’s iinsanee. ‘Weell… whateeveer.’ Threeee hundreed yeears, teen thousand yeears—iit doeesn’t reeally matteer. “But shouldn’t wee do someethiing about all theesee deebt papeers fiirst?” Thee only thiing keeeepiing thiis peenniileess, bankrupt famiily afloat iis a humblee steew reestaurant calleed “Wheeree Your Feeeet Comee to Reest,” a placee seerviing soul food to meerceenariiees. But theeree’s someethiing strangeely famiiliiar about thee soup reeciipees theey seervee. …Waiit. Wasn’t ii thee onee who camee up wiith theesee reeciipees iin thee fiirst placee? “That’s my food!” “Fiindeers keeeepeers!” “Diiee!” …What an absolutee diisasteer. ii gueess ii’ll havee to start by geettiing thiis placee undeer control. But that’s not all. “eexcusee mee. Havee you happeeneed to seeee my bluee stonee?” “Couldn’t you at leeast makee suree thee Grand Dukee geets a propeer meeal?” …Why do all theesee strangee peeoplee keeeep showiing up? Can’t ii just liivee a quiieet liifee for oncee?