Sania’s POV
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So…
I didn’t die when Gavar called one of his demon pets to this world.
I didn’t die in the five years of tricking the demons.
I didn’t die after Gavar tried to burn me with hellfire.
I didn’t die when Darilus’s demon, Rainbow, tried to kill me.
But now I am going to die because a chef will cook me?
Where is the logic in this? Who the hell design my life to be like this? Is my life one giant joke to the Goddess? Come on! I feel like screaming to the sky, a lot of curse words have come up in my mind reserve for that Goddess. Pfft, like she would hear me or even care about me. But hey, at least I get to curse.
The knights grab a couple of black swans near the cage door roughly as soon as the carriage stops. Judging from the length of the travel and the scenery c
