"It's okay, kid, you did good there. Don't sweat it. He had it coming." Buster quickly catches on to my guilty feelings as he cautiously approaches me so he can embrace me with a warm hug and a pat on the head, which calms my heart rate enough to keep me from crying.
"I don't want to kill to survive, Master. I just want a normal life, but as long as I live in these woods, I will never know peace, yet I don't want to leave you, Master!" I reply to Buster as he comforts me as best he can while keeping a straight face without much emotion.
"It's going to be the same for me now, kid. I've avoided these guys for decades, but destiny also wants me to move along. We don't have to part ways just yet." Buster's words immediately calmed my heart and soul as I did not want to move to another place without him; I just couldn't make it without someone who knew what they were doing, you know?
Sure, I was an adult already when I died in my previous life, but as I said countless times before, I depended on my parents for everything. I never worked a day in my life. I never learned how to be responsible with money or even gained many skills for survival or negotiation, so in short, I never really grew up.
It's a bit embarrassing, but I've grown so much more in the past few months I've been alive in this world than in my 40-year-old past life. I've just been forced to grow up and accept the world as it is, a cruel and unforgiving world that wishes to kill you or exploit you at every turn.
This world is even more unforgiving than the modern world of Japan. This world doesn't care if you're a grown adult or a puny little girl without magic. It will try to kill you equally. I've already had too many encounters with death, and many are more to come with how unlucky I've been.
The poor are destined to be poor forever, and the rich only get richer without caring if their fellow citizens have enough money to buy their next meal of the day. In many ways, this world is like my previous one: the rich get richer, and the poor get poorer no matter how much the poor may work, as hard work never rewards anyone but the lucky few who eventually figure it out.
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Still, even though it was next to impossible in my world, you could at least become someone without needing to have birth rights, but in this world, it looks like your birth parents and family determine everything from your education to your vocation.
In a cruel world that is dominated by these classist societies that look down on peasants and hold royalty in the highest regard, there's just no place for a murdering girl like me who has killed two noblemen; I am sure the entire country will be coming after me if I don't flee.
Having Buster next to me on this next journey to leave the country is the biggest blessing I could ever get. Perhaps the god of fate is not being so harsh now that I've recognized my flaws as a person. I am no hero of justice nor a villainous leader, just a simple guy who wants to lead a better life, but if death follows me, then so be it.
Being a girl has its advantages and disadvantages in this world; most people will come to my rescue if they see me in trouble, but they will also dismiss my ideas right away and tell me to shut the hell up whenever I see an obvious flaw in something they propose which is not a very fair deal.
In any case, now that we have a new purpose just sitting on the floor, I soon propose to bury the body, to which Buster agrees by instructing me to do it myself since he would have to pack everything up so we could leave the area as soon as freaking possible.
I don't like the idea of doing it, but I will still go ahead so Buster doesn't change his mind about coming along with me. I was still in his debt after all, wasn't I? Not that it mattered, but the man's body had some interesting things that I took a second look at, like his pocket knife and little plated armor.
"Okay, maybe not the armor, but I could use a well-crafted metal knife," I say as I steal the knife from the corpse and hide it inside my dress near my breast area, which is a bit weird for a knife but I really didn't have anywhere else to put it since dresses in this era didn't have pockets!
I already had previous experience digging a grave, so that part doesn't take long, so I quickly dispose of the body in a somewhat deep hole that I make with a simple shovel and a sturdy stick in less than two hours. Yet I do not forget to spit on the corpse a couple of times before burying it.
"You're not so great now, are you? You're dead! That's what you are!"