From the perspective of Elize, who has become Erick

It seems I'm being followed.

If I knew it would come to this, I wouldn't have chosen these impractical ballet shoes.

It's already quite a journey as it is.

Oh, having become a girl, I just wanted to wear something cute for the trip home.

Even when I was Erick, I loved cute things.

I glanced at the rabbit-shaped keychain attached to my backpack.

Looking ahead, I saw children around six years old playing soccer.

Carriages were passing by all around.

"Hey! It’s dangerous to play ball here! What if you hit a carriage?"

They were strangers, but I couldn't help scolding them.

The ominous presence behind me vanished momentarily.

It seems the thug didn’t want to cause a scene on such a busy street.

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"Sorry, big sis."

"Look, your nose is running."

I crouched down to the height of the children and pulled out a handkerchief to wipe a child’s nose.

Many people living in this area are poor, and the children's nutritional status isn't good.

Their runny noses too are a sign of malnutrition.

I wish to create a world where children like these don’t have to suffer.

That's why I chose the elite course.

One child’s stomach growled loudly.

"Are you all hungry?"

The boys nodded solemnly.

"That settles it!"

I chanted a spell and conjured bread for each child out of thin air.

It’s a spell that allows me to shop.

The magic purchases are charged to a credit card.

"Eat this and get strong!"

"Thank you, big sis!"

Despite knowing that this won't solve the root issues of poverty, I headed towards Elize's family home once again.

The menacing presence targeted me once more.

I should have asked for help on the main street.

But strangely, there was hesitation in that menacing aura.

Perhaps watching my interaction with the children had sparked a conflict in the assailant's mind.

Could such a person really harbor lethal intentions?

The mystery only deepened.

As I reached a deserted rural road, the murderous intent moved and lunged at me.

I kicked off my shoes and ran as fast as I could, using wind magic to speed up, but the man's pace was unbeatable, and he pinned me down.

I was frustrated by my female body’s lack of strength.

"Elize, it’s been a hundred years since we last met here. Time to die...!"

It appears this person knew Elize, or rather this body, from before.

He pulled out an ice pick from behind his back.

Oh, so this is where I die.

Unable to return to my original body, I would die as Elize.

I looked at the man's face, realizing I was outmatched, glanced sideways, and let the tears flow.

At that, the thug began to tremble.

"I can’t... I can’t kill a woman... someone who has become so thoroughly a woman in her heart!"