Her nice clothes, proper posture, and above all, her strikingly pretty appearance led to speculation that she might be a young lady from a noble house.

So the woman without memory or name settled in the village. Thanks to her decent handiwork, she managed to make ends meet by taking on sewing tasks and such.

It was a peaceful life. Until some scoundrel with a liquor bottle started making a racket in the village.

That scoundrel was none other than Vicir Buren, who was right here. He was the youngest son of an aging lord who ruled the area.

Upon seeing the woman, Vicir Buren immediately became smitten, followed her around, and started wooing her. He asked her to become his concubine.

However, the woman, knowing Vicir Buren’s illrepute, naturally shook her head in refusal… Rejected, Vicir Buren’s eyes rolled in anger.

That was the moment when the door to the monsters’ world opened in the village. Seeing the door, Vicir Buren made up his mind.

He would sacrifice the wretched woman who dared to reject him to the monsters.

And so, this situation unfolded.

“I would have forgiven you, especially if you begged for forgiveness now! Fine, let’s see! I can’t wait to see how your halfface distorts in front of the monsters!”

Vicir Buren, hopping in place and shouting, then stormed out of the room. That sort of thing wasn’t frightening at all.

But dealing with that noisy trash can was a bit tiring. I slowly walked to the bed and plopped down.

I wanted to sigh and rest, but…

“Hmm.”

With my body comfortable, my mind filled with worries. It was time to seriously think about my uncertain future.

The mission window that appeared right after I possessed floated briefly in the air that day before disappearing and never reappearing.

Calling for ‘Mission window!’ or ‘Status window!’ didn’t change a thing. Was its sole purpose to inform me of the timelimited status?

‘Then who on earth sent it? Maybe the author of ?’

I didn’t know much, but one thing was certain. If I ignored this mission window, I would really die. My instincts were whispering that. So I decided to attempt this absurd mission of ‘Marry Asphayren.’

“To do that, first… I have to get to Asphayren.”

But how?

In , there are three worlds. The world of Elos where Asphayren lives, the world of Elbas where the main characters live, and Tronos, the world of monsters between the two.

According to the information I heard right after possessing, the place I’m in now is the Grancia Empire in Elbas, the country ruled by Ulysses, the male protagonist of .

So, to get to Asphayren, I had to cross worlds.

“There’s actually one quickest way to do it right now, but…”
It was a reckless adventure that required a great deal of luck, but if successful, one could meet Asphayren Loarkin right away.

I mulled over the contents of , which I had read many times in my previous life.

It seemed possible.

“Want to try it?”

I quickly made up my mind. I jumped up from my seat. Having made my decision, now was the time to lay the groundwork for a large amount of ‘luck.’

The village head moved slowly, rubbing his aching back.

He was holding a tray with a few dishes for ‘that child.’ The village head’s face darkened as he looked down at the bowl of thin soup.

‘Well… It can’t be helped.’

‘Tronos,’ the third world newly discovered between the existing two worlds, Elbas and Elos.

Tronos was a world that defied all common sense and was a realm of ‘monsters’ where normal creatures could not live.

Originally the three worlds were severed, but roughly 500 years ago, doors to Tronos began to open in Elbas and Elos. Monsters poured out through the doors, attacking people.

A monster that could not be harmed without magic or aura was a calamity. Especially in rural areas where wizards and aura users were scarce, the moment the door opened, one could consider it a lost life.

So when the door opened in this village, the head was nearly faint with shock.

Of course, now that the preparations against the monsters are thoroughly made, the royal capital would send an extermination team right away upon request.

But the moment the battle with the monsters begins, the village will definitely become a battleground.

No matter what approach was taken, some damage would be inflicted on the village. People exchanged anxious glances.

That’s when it happened. The youngest lord, who had been flitting about the village recently, appeared, giggling.

[Dash] Why worry so much? No need to request rescue! Just sacrifice a ‘human offering!’

Human offering.

‘Sacrifice a living human offering before the monsters come out of the door, and the door will disappear.’ A method of handling the door that started from an untraceable rumor.

Though it was incredibly cruel, it was an old method secretly used by people because sacrificing an offering usually closed the door seven out of ten times.

Certainly, if a human offering was sacrificed, there would be no chance of monsters coming out, so the village would be safe without any damage.

However, unlike the old times when this was silently permitted, now the newly enthroned Emperor Ulysses strictly prohibited human offerings. If discovered, punishment was certain.

The head hesitated, and Vixir Buren spoke impatiently.

[Dash] Stop being such a coward! How would the Emperor know about something happening in this little village if you just keep your mouths shut?

The head’s mind began to sway to the confident argument.

Moreover, the offering Vixir Buren pointed to was ‘that child.’ A girl without a name or family, whom they had graciously taken in.

In the end, the head and the villagers nodded. It was an unavoidable choice for the sake of many.

‘Well, it’s no big deal to sacrifice just one person if it can save the village. Frankly, isn’t it her duty to willingly offer herself?’

Though he himself would never think of being that one person, the head justified his action.

Finally, when he was near the attic where ‘that child’ was locked up, he saw a girl stealthily coming down from above.

Certainly, the lord must have blocked anyone from coming, so who could it be? The head narrowed his eyes and scrutinized the person.

When he finally recognized the girl’s identity, the old man’s already wrinkled face contorted even more, and he shook his cane, shouting loudly.

“You!”