Resurrected by My Nemesis

-18:00 Update in the draft box. If there is no update, I will request leave- Ganya and Arlo are acknowledged arch-enemies in the magic world. Ganya, heiress of a prestigious family and inheritor of the classical school: “A mage who can’t conjure a fireball bare-handed is a failure. Some new invention without generations of tradition backing it? Hah, nothing but a flashy gimmick.” Arlo, inventor and founder of his own magical apparatus system: “My dear lady, the times have changed. There’s nothing a magic cannon can’t solve. If there is, just fire again.” Academic disputes escalated into personal attacks, and whenever they met, their arguments were endless and fierce. These two, so incompatible, were unexpectedly swept into the same conspiracy and trapped in a poisonous alternate realm—where even breathing costs you health, and the only exit is guarded by a vicious magical beast. Ganya looked at Arlo, his magical bullets spent, then down at her own fragile body. Though reluctant, she knew this annoying rival—who could normally take down a goblin with a single punch—stood a better chance of surviving and getting out to summon help. So Ganya cast a radiant shield around Arlo, lifted her chin with a smile, and said, “Let me show you a firework you’ll never forget.” She turned away and unleashed her family’s forbidden art, burning her own magic to take the monster down with her. But Ganya didn’t die. Or rather, she died—only to be resurrected. The necromantic ritual that brought her back was so masterfully executed that even Ganya, a purist mage, was awestruck. Excited, she sat up from her crystal coffin, eager to shake the caster’s hand and discuss the technique. Until she saw who the caster was. Ganya: Why is it you?? #My arch-enemy switched fields to master classical necromancy just to resurrect me. What should I do when I wake up to find him gazing at me with a chillingly intense look?# *HE. Enemies to lovers. The heroine and hero have opposing stances and personal grudges; this isn’t just playful banter.* Cover art material comes from Picrew 元気ゴリゴリ by Madonna Okamoto, commercially usable. First draft: 2022.03.26 Recommended: Tenwu’s upcoming novel “Accidentally Marked the White Lotus Prince [Female A Male O]”—What kind of good prince turns into a moth just for her to ride? Upcoming: “Cohabiting with Moriarty [Literary Crossover]” You wake up in Victorian London, in the midst of a crime scene, with no memory at all—what do you do? That’s the unlucky plight Joy finds herself in. Fortunately, the man who reported the crime is a genteel, handsome scholar. He not only takes in this “amnesiac” survivor, teaching her from scratch how to live respectably in Victorian society and patiently guiding her to regain her memory, but also tutors her in her studies during his spare time. He even allows Joy to disguise herself as a man and audit his mathematics lectures. Gradually, Joy’s days in foggy London improve. Except for two minor complications: First, her benefactor and mentor in both life and academics is named James Moriarty—sharing a name with the famous detective Holmes’s nemesis. Second, Joy’s presence at the crime scene may not have been a coincidence. Later, Joy finally makes up her mind to seek help from a certain detective at 221b Baker Street, disguised. She raises her hand to knock, but before her knuckles touch the door, the screech of a suddenly halted carriage rings out behind her. She shudders and turns. Through the misted glass of the carriage window, Moriarty is smiling at her. · To James Moriarty, Joy was, at first, nothing more than a loose thread at the edge of his finely woven scheme—a harmless little problem, meant to vanish quietly once the murder case faded from memory. But in the end, Joy became the greatest problem of his life thus far—love, the ultimate riddle whose answer even the mathematical genius Moriarty could not derive at will.