A blurry orange hue spread across my vision like paint. Hair. Someone’s hair. A middle-aged woman crouched in front of me, chattering excitedly. Qudil, one of the Nine Elders. The moment I recognized her, my mind sharpened. “Look at these eyes! They’re like gemstones! I could sell them for a fortune!” “You’re making such a fuss over something so trivial.” Oops. I had meant to keep that thought to myself. Still, I wasn’t lying. Siora’s appearance was decent, but my original body was far more impressive! “My, my, you’re humble too.” “What a shame. Killing such a beauty…” Qudil clicked her tongue, tapping a dagger idly against the floor. I didn’t respond, instead scanning my surroundings. This wasn’t the same carriage I had been in before losing consciousness. This one was larger and bulkier, though the windows were also covered with thick black curtains. A transport carriage, most likely. But other than that, nothing seemed different. I wasn’t bound. My vision wasn’t obstructed. Ah, but my fingers did feel a little… empty. The ring Cruello had given me was missing. Qudil held up her hand, the ring glinting on her finger. You didn't buy this chapter