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A dark room with no windows, let alone a clock. I received many blades from there.

If the injury occurred during an adrenaline-filled fantasy battle, it would have been possible to get over it.

I get tired.

I couldn’t figure out why this reality was waiting for me, so tears came out.

It hurt, it hurt so much that I felt like my senses were going crazy.

They cut my body like that, tearing off the flesh, and while doing so, they killed me again and again without touching the stomach part, as the saint’s power comes from the virgin.

First he cut it with a knife, then he cut off his finger with pliers, then he cut off his arm with a saw, and cut off his leg, and cut, and cut.

When a person’s body is cut with a saw, I was able to see how the flesh spreads in a complicated way.

I was able to see how much blood flows from a person’s body.

I was so afraid of finding out something I didn’t want to know, so I screamed at the top of my lungs.

When I said I was in pain and wished for the pain to stop, my body regenerated again on its own.

The limbs that had fallen off were regenerating and returning to their original bodies, and now they were starting to take my body off one by one.

He collected my blood and put it in a bottle as a potion, saying it would be the cure for immortality.

I could still vividly feel the sticky liquid crawling down my face as my eyeball was gouged out.

I felt like I was physically experiencing the limits of what a person can do.

In the end, they cut off the bones of my body and killed me by sawing my neck.

I was wondering if I was going crazy, and after that, I was in a daze because I felt like my mind was fading.

After that, I was in a daze, so before I could say anything, the king put a rope around my neck and hung me from the ceiling.

He said that when he returns next time, he will teach him mental education and other things, such as attitude toward saints and all.

After that, I closed my eyes again.

When I opened my eyes like that, I let out a trembling breath.

Because of the rope tightening my carotid artery, I instinctively came to my senses, quickly lost consciousness, and had to die again. So, I probably didn’t even know how many times I had died, but the fact that I was able to come to my senses properly, and my body What does rolling around on the floor mean?

When I thought about that, fear arose.

I wondered if they had come for mental education or something like that, and I was scared and leaned back, wondering if it was brainwashing.

“Ugh, ugh.”

I couldn’t speak properly so I grabbed my tight neck and let out a moan.

No matter how much they strangled him, he didn’t die, and even though his wounds were healed, the feeling of a foreign body still remained.

When I looked up with eyes full of fear, I saw someone other than the king there. White hair and blue eyes. A tall man wearing fancy armor.

Is it an article? Are you asking me to follow you? When I thought of that, I felt a shiver run through my body.

It was already a shameful saint’s uniform, but the clothes had been torn up here and there and were no longer functioning as clothing, and parts of my skin were exposed.

Even though it wasn’t my body, the feeling of my body being exposed when I opened my eyes wasn’t very good, so I crouched down and hid it as best as I could and glanced at him, and he mumbled his mouth.

“… Veronica, a saint?”

I trembled when I heard the voice of a man who knew my name.

I opened my eyes wide and looked at him.

“Sa, please save me. Ah, I don’t like being sick anymore. yes? W, stay right here, I’ll stay.”

As I said that with trembling lips, he looked at me with blank eyes, came over to me and sat down on one knee.

Even as he approached me, I couldn’t go back because of the blood-soaked chair behind me, so I swallowed the breath that was building up in my throat.

I prayed.

I screamed in pain and swore in anger, but I had no way of knowing what the prepared training course was, so I just begged.

In the past, especially denominations and cathedrals that were classified as heretics were so extreme that torture tools were developed.

So, I closed my eyes tightly because I was more afraid of facing the tool that had been developed for torturing people than of this moment of just hitting my body with the tool.

Then, there, the mouth of the man in front of me opened.

“Uh, um. Wow, are you really here?”

I narrowed my eyebrows unconsciously at the vague question.

It seemed like he wasn’t the one who came to get me, so I swallowed a moan and quietly looked up at his face.

But even if I look at the hundred days, will anything change? Is there anything we can find out?

With no results, I held on to the hem of my clothes that was falling into the sheath and asked carefully.

“… Who are you?”

The white iron armor with dazzling gold decorations, and even the blue cloth with gold leaf decorating various parts of his body seemed to boast of his presence.

For some reason, the moment I asked that question, my eyes widened because I felt like I knew.

“First of all, I am a warrior.”

First of all, this.

Is this how I met the hero in the first place?

No matter how much I tried to compare, I couldn’t say anything because I hadn’t even started playing this game.

The good news is that I didn’t go crazy before I met the hero.

Are they just so scared that they are shaking?

At that thought, I felt a little relieved and raised the corners of my mouth.

The straight lips moved again.

“… Are you a warrior?”

“You are a saint, right?”

In “… .”

Wait a minute, the hero in this game is the main character.

Isn’t the main character the one from Rape?

A lot of calculations were made due to a sudden thought.

However, when I was asked to consider whether I would be better off being the king who bound and tortured me, or whether I should follow the main character of the game, who is synonymous with rape and humiliation, the answer was not easy to come up with.

I didn’t like either one, and I didn’t want to choose either one.

As I chose where to follow, each of them had so many shortcomings that I swallowed a groan without realizing it.

“… Let’s go. Because if you stay here, you’ll be sick.”

At those words, I clenched my fists.

My fists were shaking a little, but I soon decided to listen to him.

Thinking that there was nothing I could do, I stretched out my hand.

The hero always runs toward the end of the game story.

So, when I reached the ending, I would be given a clue somewhere that would allow me to return.

Of course, being next to a hero meant that you could be attacked by the hero, so you had to avoid that flag.

Rather, they said that the power of a saint is revealed by a virgin, but it was okay because there was a justification for not touching me.

It was a game, but it felt like it was not a game. In this realistic freedom, I thought of something to persuade the hero and placed my hand on his outstretched hand.

He helped me up, and I got up on two wobbly legs and shook myself off.

Originally, it was supposed to be a white saint’s robe, but as I roughly brushed off the clothes, which had been stained with blood and were now mostly red, only a dry feeling remained on my hands, as if indicating that a lot of time had passed.

I carefully followed behind the warrior who was wandering around the castle with faltering steps.

The only person who can protect me is the hero, but since I don’t know the hero’s personality at this moment, regardless of the story, I needed to be a little careful.

I thought it would make a bit more sense if they were called from the original world like me.

However, as I did not know how the hero was summoned, how he was summoned, and where he came from, I was just at a loss.

He originally lived in this world, but as he grew older, he was chosen to become a hero, or perhaps he was called from another world.

In one way or another, are you a ‘resident’ living in this game, or are you a person from the same world as me?

I hesitated repeatedly, wondering if I would be thrown out as a heretic if I rashly said something strange.

And as he walked like that, he glanced back at me.

“Saint Veronica.”

“… Yes?”

“Why were you in that place?”

I hummed at those words.

Is it okay to tell this truth? No, the hero saved me.

If I tell you the truth, if you are a warrior, if you are a just warrior…

There was no way a more righteous warrior would appear in this humiliation game.

What is the definition of a hero in a game that involves all kinds of hard play? No, it would be obscene.

After thinking that, I suppressed my trembling shoulders and cautiously opened my mouth.

Even if I lied, it wouldn’t work anyway. The circumstances were already revealed, and I had already begged to be saved, but I felt that even if I lied, they might not save me.

Because it’s not a game where you force your teammates.

“… Because His Majesty said he wanted to test my abilities.”

“So that’s why you ended up like that?”

“Yes, well.”

However, the more we talked, the more I realized that the hero’s tone was quite light.

Is this really the game script? As I narrowed my eyes because I couldn’t tell, he groaned and then shrugged his shoulders.

Surrounded by silence again, I walked slowly, holding on to my torn clothes.

And at the end, the place where the warrior arrived was a convent.

Not a place with children where I was, but a place with full-fledged nuns.

Originally, it was said to be a taboo space where men were not allowed to enter, but I was able to enter it with my own body, and perhaps because warriors were treated in their own way, they made an exception, and he stepped in easily.

But soon he was kicked out.

“Even if you are a warrior, you cannot come in here.”

An older nun with a certain status at the convent arrived with great pride and chased the warrior out.

Then, seeing that, the warrior muttered, moaning.

“Ah, no, that’s… Damn, I could have gone in if it wasn’t for this body.”

When I heard those words from behind, I wiggled my eyebrows.

This body?

I wondered if he was the same possessed person as me, so I listened carefully to see if he would say something different.

But even for a moment, the nun looked at me with her eyes wide open, as if she saw me standing behind the warrior as if hiding.

“Heo-eok, stand, saint! Holy woman! What is this? Please come in and get your blessings… !”

“Oh, that, ah.”

Without even being able to say anything, I was grabbed by the hand of an elderly nun and dragged into the open iron gate of the convent.

My body was fine, but I felt like I couldn’t leave it alone because of the cuts and blood all over my clothes.

I glanced at the hero cautiously, and he smiled bitterly and nodded.

“Please come back.”

After hearing those words, I thought it was no big deal and walked along with the nun.

I soon entered the annex and received a regular nun’s robe from a nun.

A plain nun’s uniform with a black base and white accents.

“Sorry. Unlike us, saints are supposed to wear white clothes.”

“No. I’m okay with this.”

As she said that, she put on a skirt she still wasn’t used to.

Because the sides were open, I had to wear stockings to hide my exposed legs.

It was a feeling I couldn’t get used to, but it was still an unavoidable choice if I wanted to reduce exposure as much as possible.

Maybe it’s because it’s a gay game.

After completing my return and coming out of the convent, the warrior looked at me quietly and tilted his head.

And again, like the part where I had doubts earlier, I made a statement that was suspicious.

“The story moves so quickly that the saint’s clothes haven’t come out yet… ”

It was a whisper to myself, but it was definitely a small sound, but when I heard it, I was convinced and finally opened my mouth.

“… You come from another world.”

Please, say yes.

I thought like that and glared at him.