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Time Healer Ceres Siganchiryosa Ceres
Also known as: 시간치료사 세레스 · Siganchiryosa Ceres · A Woman Who Turn Back Time Ceres · Siganchilyosa Ceres · A Woman Who Turn Back Time · Ceres, the Time Therapist · Zaman Şifacısı Ceres · Целительница времени Серес · เซเรส หมอแห่งกาลเวลา
Grace, head of the House of Count Elusia, was known throughout the world as both a saint and a demon, thanks to her mysterious ability to turn back time. She had saved countless lives, yet there was one thing even her extraordinary power could not overcome: her own incurable illness. As she lay on the verge of death, Grace had only one final concern. She could only hope that Kai wouldn’t take his anger out on her disciples for keeping her death a secret from him. “When Kai comes… take the children and run.” Then, with a thunderous crash, the door was ripped from its hinges. The Grand Duke of Persha had arrived—but it was already too late. ‘I’m tired. I just want to rest.’ And so, after dedicating her life to healing others and accomplishing countless great deeds, Grace Elusia finally closed her eyes. — “This is where I’m supposed to live from now on?” But when Grace opened her eyes again, she found herself in a completely unfamiliar world. “So this is what the room of a young lady who’s been looked down upon by her family is supposed to look like?” “What are you talking about? The family’s simply gone bankrupt.” In the blink of an eye, Grace—no, Ceres—had become the eldest daughter of a completely ruined noble family. And then she learned something even more shocking. ‘Three hundred years have passed since I died?’ Wow. That’s insane. ‘Well… whatever.’ Three hundred years, ten thousand years—it doesn’t really matter. “But shouldn’t we do something about all these debt papers first?” The only thing keeping this penniless, bankrupt family afloat is a humble stew restaurant called “Where Your Feet Come to Rest,” a place serving soul food to mercenaries. But there’s something strangely familiar about the soup recipes they serve. …Wait. Wasn’t I the one who came up with these recipes in the first place? “That’s my food!” “Finders keepers!” “Die!” …What an absolute disaster. I guess I’ll have to start by getting this place under control. But that’s not all. “Excuse me. Have you happened to see my blue stone?” “Couldn’t you at least make sure the Grand Duke gets a proper meal?” …Why do all these strange people keep showing up? Can’t I just live a quiet life for once?
