“It feels great to leave the forest. Hah~.”

It took me a lot to get out of that damn place. I understand the place has nothing to do with it, and it’s my stupidity that led to me wasting so much time. At least I didn’t encounter monsters or bandits.

I lost weight. I think my boobs are smaller. I need to reach a town or village to eat meat. I’m hungry.

Cheer up, Uzziye. Now that I’m out of the forest, it’s a matter of time to find other people. I’ll use my beauty to get a warm bath, food, love, and hopefully, a partner. And if I’m lucky, I won’t need to be an adventurer anymore.

What would be a suitable job to do? I’m smart, so I can do things if I’m willing to. If only having sex was a job. If I could be a wife and do house chores and cook, that’s enough for me. But what if my husband, or wife, needs more money so we can raise our kids? As an ideal wife, I can’t let my partner do everything. Thinking more about it, what if I get pregnant, and I’m not married? Then I’d need to do everything. Bring money, raise my kid, cook, chores; I can’t believe I didn’t notice before.

With that in mind, I’m thinking about a job I can do; I’m willing to do.

“I want a job that doesn’t take much time and gives me much money. Something easy to do. A job where the trouble is rare.”

Any ideas? Ah, I also don’t want to sit all day. I’ll feel like furniture in that case.

Mmm… I can give a shot at being a merchant. I’m good with numbers, and everyone will try to buy from a beauty like me. Though, I’d need companions to protect my things from bandits and thugs. And if they want to have sex with me, it’s an ideal situation. But can I have a family that way?

Marriage in that situation seems unlikely. And I’m also worried about my kid not having friends. Making clothes is sitting all day. Being a blacksmith needs strength I don’t want to have. Well, I can look around once I reach a place.

I drag my body towards the horizon, in the direction the sun falls.

Why? I don’t know; it looked like the better path.

I step with difficulty. Since three days ago, my legs hurt a lot. Maybe I’m freaked out, and I unconsciously put too much pressure on my legs. No matter how much I rest, the pain doesn’t leave.

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I continue my journey resting half an hour every two hours, kind of. I massage my legs from time to time. It doesn’t help that I’m too hungry. I hallucinate and get dizzy more frequently. I have no option left.

I draw my bow, aiming at a bird. I close my eyes and shoot the arrow.

It seems Cassandra knows me too well. Ridiculous. I’m so pathetic.

As I said, humans suck at running. It’s unrealistic for me to hunt with my saber. Without this bow, I’d be doomed to die.

I hurry to remove the feathers and start a fire. I chop the bird and cook it with haste, eating most of it raw. Once the hunger is gone, I feel like trash. I killed a bird instead of dying. If only I found more mushrooms.

Cassandra told me that’s how life is. That you have to take everything from others to survive. I disagree. And when I’m put in a situation like that, I prefer to be the one who loses. I don’t want to take anything from anyone, especially lives.

But even then, humans can’t beat hunger. And above all, I want to live.

I don’t think I can achieve anything worthy of taking another life. But I can try. No, I’ll do my best, so killing that bird isn’t just a sin.

Two days later, I arrive at a village. Some people rush at me when I fall.

I finally made it.

“Oi, are you okay?”

“What do we do?”

“Go get some water and call Peter. We’ll take her to see the healer.”

“Got it.”

I see more people approaching before falling asleep.

When I wake up, I see a woman fondling my boobs. She opens her mouth and moves her head closer to my boobs, but when she sees that I’m awake, she steps back.

“I’m sorry. Please don’t be angry.”

She holds her hands together and stares at me with a blush on her face. I close my eyes and move my neck to ease the tension. Then I stretch my arms above my head.

“Don’t worry about it; you can continue.”

“Eh? For real?”

“Though if it’s possible, I’d like something to eat and water, please.”

“I’ll go bring it.”

I watch her rush out of the room. I sigh in relief, knowing I’ll continue living. I’m still tired, but my body doesn’t hurt anymore. It feels as if I went through something worse than just going through the forest. I yawn and rub my eyes.

I love moments like this when other humans act like ones and help you. I don’t know if she’ll ask something from me later, but I’m grateful she helped me. It gives me hope about my future.

Did I mention how scary it was to leave town into the unknown? I could have passed away. Even without monsters, surviving in the forest alone is no easy feat. Humans are that weak; that’s why we live in groups. But it’s over, and I’m alive.