I hate cults.
My parents dedicated all their wealth to the cult.
That was when I was five years old.
As I grew older and entered elementary school, I couldn’t fit in with anyone.
The kids knew our family’s situation frighteningly well, and thanks to that, I got bullied and isolated because my parents were in a cult… and because we “had no home.”
Then one day, my parents tried to sell me off because they claimed they had no money left to give.
Overhearing that conversation, I immediately ran away from home, and that’s how I ended up alone.
The cold streets were incredibly harsh for a child, but if I got my act together, I could somehow survive.
That was before I entered high school.
As time passed, I gradually became an adult, and on a day when I was desperately earning money,
I collapsed and died while resting at home with a cola in hand.
Probably from overwork.
It was the day of my 29th birthday.
…And that’s the story of my past life.
The world I was reborn into had two differences from what I knew.
First, this world is a fantasy world, different from Earth.
Second, I’m a woman.
“Q-quiet down…!”
Kkang!
And now, I became an Inquisition Officer in this world.
“…Huh?”
On the day of my 15th birthday,
I returned to Earth.
