Chapter 100 The Time Has Come
- ~Rosemary~
- It is dark. The cloth covering my face felt damp and smelled of rotten socks, which made me sick. Someone carried me with my head down. My head became increasingly dizzy as the man walked. I rebelled by moving my body. Even if they caught me, I didn't want to make it easy for them.
- "Don't move, little miss! Or I'll drag you, and it'll hurt even more." The man threatened me.