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“So… what should I do?”

“Those who steal must repay with labor. That’s what our God wants. Repent.”

“No way!”

No matter how much I shouted that I didn’t want to do it, no one listened. Well, there was someone listening.

The muscular whipper!

As soon as I screamed a little, stopped, or did anything else, he swung the whip right in front of me.

“I will do it! I said I will do it!”

“Oh my! You have a repentant heart!”

This fucking repentance. Just hearing the word made me feel like throwing up.

In the end, I had to carry stones while crying.

The dust was so thick that my nose itched, and the heavy stones, iron chains, and whip made me even more miserable.

“Hehehe, look at that novice. I bet she won’t last a week.”

I’m already on the verge of death, and they’re betting on my life?

I looked around for the source of the mocking voice.

A woman wearing clothes similar to mine was leaning against the shade. Next to her were a priest with bulging muscles, a priest with toned muscles, and a priest with fiery muscles.

What’s up with those three muscle musketeers?

They wouldn’t let me rest and kept whipping me, but why are they socializing with that woman? Is it okay for priests to do that?

“What are you looking at? Ugly.”

“Wha-, ugly?”

She shot me a look as if my gaze was not to her liking.

I just possessed a body of beauty, so my confidence in my appearance was soaring high. Ugly?

“With that seaweed-like hair, who’s ugly to whom?”

“Seaweed? Look at my precious hair and you call it seaweed!”

The woman got angry and started stomping around.

Why did she have to pick a fight with me, when she get mad so easily? Geez.

“Andeara, calm down.”

A priest who was supervising the management ran over and stopped her. But I had no intention of stopping.

“Andeara? What a lame name!”

“What the heck! Come here!”

The woman ran towards me. I couldn’t just stand there and take it.

As she grabbed my hair, I grabbed hers too. We wrestled for a while until the whip struck my leg, causing me to let go and fall away from her.

There was a clump of black hair in my hand, but it was still unfair.

She started the fight and ran towards me first!

Why do I have to be the one getting hurt?

“Sob, it’s unfair! I don’t want to live here! Send me back to where I used to live!”

I lay there crying my eyes out.

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“Devotee, it’s time for repentance labor.”

“No, I don’t want to go!”

“Well, if you stole, you have to repent. Drag her out!”

It’s been a few days since I started doing forced labor, whether it’s building the temple or ponding rice cakes.

After fighting with that damn seaweed woman, I acquired another pair of shackles.

In addition, the muscular priest would stick right next to me, watching me closely, so I couldn’t even slack off.

My back felt like it would snap every time I moved, and my feet were all blistered and sore.

I thought I lived a life that was no different from a slave in my previous life.

But this time is… a real slave.

Even if she was a villain, isn’t Dahlia still a noble lady of the Duke’s family? How can she be treated like this?

“Call my father right now! My father! If my dad, who’s a fool for his daughter finds out, it will be a big problem!”

Of course, it was a lie.

After running away from the monastery and being rejected by Versus, Dahlia returned to the Duke’s family as she had nowhere else to go.

It was only then that her father, Hinto Levanovic, learned of the hardships she had endured.

He was furious, not at Etienne, but at Dahlia.

<How can you not even maintain your marriage! I tried so hard to marry you to the Crown Prince! Useless!> And Hinto imprisoned her.

It was because it was embarrassing to be seen by others.

In fact, there was anger mixed in when she stabbed the heroine’s stomach.

Feeling betrayed by Versus and the family. And the frustration of someone whose path to survival was blocked!

I understood her deeply in my heart.

Of course, the stabbing was too much though.

“Get up!”

Even though I was whining, the priests didn’t even blink. It seemed that Etienne had already acted to ensure that they wouldn’t be swayed by anything I said.

“Why do I have to do this?! I only have the sin of transmigration! I’m not going!” 

She cried out in a hoarse voice.

“Oho- just repent!”

“Repent my ass! Even my dormant aggression is waking up! I’m about to become a demon, right now!”

Priests as tall as a mountain walked out.

No. This can’t be happening. Huh…

I struggled but was dragged away. The place I was taken to wasn’t the temple labor camp where I worked every day. The muscular priests threw me into a strange, dark room and locked the door.

“Hey! Open the door!”

Thud

As I banged on the door, I pinched my nose. For a moment, my nose hurt so much that I wondered if someone had punched me in the nose…

I lifted my foot.

Squelch.

“Oh, shit. Is this poop?”

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