I Transmigrated into the Villainess of a Historical Reverse-Harem Game - Chapter 3
‘Maybe… is it because the game player is me, so I can see it?’
What is this innocent prank? Does this mean I have to keep looking at the scene as the quest progresses?
If this goes on, I might even get a quest completed tab when I actually die.
It was so ridiculous that only laughter came out, but, for now, I decided to press ‘Yes’.
I should at least get a reward after being miserably treated as a gumiho.
Suddenly, the transparent window disappeared, and there was a sound of chains being unwrapped.
‘Are they finally going to release me since four days have passed?’
I raised my body in anticipation, but suddenly I felt very dizzy. I leaned against the door and tried to breathe but my stomach started hurting like crazy.
‘Damn it. Maybe I’m like this because I starved for four days.’
Apparently my body didn’t improve just because I skipped an episode. While I was breathing heavily with my eyes closed, someone opened the door and came in.
I grabbed his arm while gasping for breath.
A man I’ve never seen before was looking at me when I opened my eyes. He was wearing white clothing that was covered in blood. However, I didn’t have time to be surprised. I was too hungry.
“Please, take me out of here.”
“I can’t do that.”
“How could a Baekjung5 touch a lady.”
Ah, that’s why his clothing was covered in blood.
Come to think of it, he had an enormous sack in his right hand. Since the sack was dripping blood, it seemed like they called Baekjung5 to deal with the bull.
But now wasn’t the time to care about that stuff.
Since I wasn’t actually born of the upper class, and even if I was, what was wrong with Baekjung5? They were just butchers.
“What do you mean so what?”
However, he was confused because he never thought he would hear these words. I grabbed his arm harder and gasped for breath.
“Only you can help me right now…”
In order to not get swayed by this damn game, I wanted to receive help from anyone.
‘Even if I die when I die, I don’t want to live like this.’
Soon, the pain that couldn’t even compare to the pain from stabbing herself on the chest with Eunjangdo earlier, came over my entire body.
Thud, with a sound, the sack fell. Maybe he let go of the sack because he had to catch me while I was falling.
As the Baekjung5 caught me, my vision became dark.
As soon as I woke up, my head started hurting like it was about to break. My body was drooping like a wet cotton, and it lacked strength.
Even so, the floor beneath me felt comfy. It seemed like I was out of the storeroom. I grabbed my dizzy head and looked around to find that I was in my room.
As I reached out to the kettle to pour myself a drink, a maid who was standing outside saw that I woke up and ran to somewhere quickly.
I wondered why she was running but didn’t have the strength to catch her. For now, I just wanted to take care of my dried-up throat and started drinking from the kettle without even pouring it into a cup.
My empty stomach was agitated more now that I’ve drank water. They should’ve given me some food since they’ve released me, but the room contained nothing as if they wanted me to starve to death.
With no choice, I decided to lie down on the blanket again. Suddenly, the door opened.
A young maid came in trembling with a sack.
I got up thinking that they’d give me some porridge since I just woke up, but the maid closed both her eyes as if she were in fear and handed me the sack.
“Th, this! My lord has said this was yours so you can do whatever you’d like with it.”
“What is this?”
It can’t be…
I thought I saw this sack a lot, of course it was this. When I untied the string, this squishy lump wrapped in brown paper inside of the sack reeked of blood.
5. Baekjung – a man of the lowest class who’s excluded from family registry and made living by killing and butchering livestock.