Chapter 65 – Daphne POV
It smells like shit.
No, like it genuinely does.
I scrunch my nose, gagging slightly, and pray for death as the carriage lurches again. The constant shaking, the creaking, the claustrophobic walls, and this fucking corset are conspiring to murder me before I even make it to the estate.
A medieval world?
A fucking honest-to-God medieval world?
I could handle the tragic backstory.
I could handle being sold by my father like a rare goat with a birth defect.
But I draw the line at authentic manure aromatherapy.
My eyes are burning—from rage, despair, and that ungodly scent wafting through the tiny window slit. I lean back, trying to rest my head—bam. It hits the wooden panel behind me so hard I see stars.
'I can't do this, System! Take me back!!' I scream mentally, clutching the hem of my dress like it personally betrayed me.
> [Host. Please calm down. This is a low-tier world. You're lucky we even loaded it in full color.]
'Full color?!'
