This Book is Not Available for Subscription Under the Age of 18 Chapter 3.1

When I broke the token, the light poured out and I lost my consciousness. And it was the Demon King who woke me up after a while.

I screamed in surprise and walked away from the Demon King. The Demon King narrowed his eyes and strode closer to me. Don't come, don't come!

“Why are you avoiding me?”

“…that's…”

Because I screwed you up.

The Demon King tilted his head. Suddenly, a shadow was cast over my head, and the Demon King looked down at me blankly. Is it because he lost his strength? Somehow… It seems that he has changed. The murderous intent that he had been exuding had disappeared and the feeling of being round and soft. Whatever the reason, I had to seize this opportunity. Run away!

I barely managed to control my shaky legs and stand up from the spot. Ah, obviously I got up, but the Demon King was looking down at me in the same posture as before. How tall is the Demon King?

I took a few steps backwards sneakily. However, he noticed it like a ghost and just when I moved, the Demon King took another step ahead and approached me as well. Oh why really! Just like you have to hit a spider's web to catch an insect, you have to be a little far away from the demon king to run away or do anything, but he was persistently catching up with me.

“Stop! Stop! Don't come near me. I am a scary woman!”

Pause- he stopped. I decided to think about why he stopped later, and I kept stepping back and looking for a place to escape. When the figure of the Demon King became as small as my fingernail, I turned my back and scampered away. I nearly shoved my face into the floor over and over again because of my legs that had not yet recovered, but the will to live held me tight. A round of applause for this vitality which was as tough as a cockroach!

The bloodstains scattered on the floor became invisible, and the empty, ownerless houses came into view.

“Where should I go?”

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It was then that I began to wonder about my condition. In contrast to the latest knee-length training pants with a comfortable rubber band and a t-shirt that I was wearing, I was wearing a chestnut-colored dress with a nice tight waist. I searched through the dark gray vest that was over it. Luckily the pockets were thin and there was nothing. When I took it out, there was a scruffy letter inside.

“Bern, Haldun Road 17B Holden. To Miss Erina Holden”

Of course, surprisingly, the address was written on it. Let's go here first. But how can I read the text here? It was the first time I saw the letters, but reading them out in my head was as easy as breathing. It's like I become a character in a book. Haha.

Finding a house was easy. I was nervous at first because I have a bad sense of direction, but fortunately, the village was not large, so there were few roads forking, and there were no difficulties because the addresses were well written between the houses. The pleasant smell of mold assaulted me as I pushed through the rustic wooden door. Could I have possessed the daughter of a commoner merchant who will become a huge wealthy person? No matter who looked at it, the wretched poverty was staining the whole house.

I cringed at the eerie feeling that permeated through the house as if a ghost would pop out. If it wasn't for the bright sun today, I might have dared to give up on entering. I heard nothing except for the rustling sound of my footsteps moving on the floor. As I wandered through the living room, I opened the door and found a room with an old bed, a wardrobe, and a desk with a dark auburn floor on the ground. When I carefully opened the closet door, there were rows of clothes made of fabric similar to the one I was wearing.

“Looks like this is the owner's room.”

I took off my clothes filled with dust and blood and threw them in the corner. Afterwards, I changed into a navy blue dress with buttons on the neckline that looked easy to wear. Then, after scouring the desk a little, I found a map rolled up on parchment along with several books.

“Great.”

I hurriedly unfolded it and took a closer look. 'Haldun Road' was marked with a red pen, and short words were written here and there on the map. Such as

“Contana. You can burn to death in the summer of the four seasons of summer X.”

That is useful? Perhaps the original owner of this body had plans to leave this village and travel elsewhere. The letter I saw earlier also played a part as evidence to support my expectations. It was a letter from a man named 'Theron', boasting about the town he lived in and telling her to come and play. In other words, he looks like a pen pal.

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