A Crown of Sugar and Ash

I was Anya Petrova, a celebrated chef with a Michelin star and a mountain of debt. Then, I died. I woke up as Lady Rozalina Voronova, the supposed 'Saintess of the Harvest' in the harsh Volkovan Empire, whose divine touch was said to make the land fertile. The problem? Rozalina was a fraud, and her time was up. My new life began with a public humiliation, stripped of my title and exiled to the Salt Wastes, a barren land plagued by crop failures and despair. Everyone expected me to die. They didn't expect me to know the chemical secrets of soil alkalinization, crop rotation, and sugar refinement. Armed with knowledge from a world they couldn't imagine, I'll turn this wasteland into a breadbasket. I'll build a city from dust and find my own power, not from some absent god, but from my own two hands. But as my influence grows, so do my questions. The blight that rots the empire's crops feels unnatural, and the sacred texts describing the Saintess's power read less like divine scripture and more like a garbled recipe. Is it possible the empire's greatest threat and its most cherished miracle are two sides of the same terrible lie?