Rose Princess of Hellrage: Although I got Killed for Political Reasons, I got Revived as the Strongest Undead

It was in the summer of 13 that Miriam was to sell herself as a kata of her parents' debt.

My father was originally a poor smallholder, but since his father suffered an epidemic and broke his body, the household became bitter as he rolled down the ramp.

There, one year's murder stabbed Todome. The inflated debt could no longer repay even the interest, and at last the debt was to be liquidated in exchange for Miriam's personal sales.

My parents cried and apologized to Miriam, but Miriam behaved in a temperament and only said she would ask for the sisters to stay later. I convinced myself that if the whole family would help in exchange for one of me, that would be fine.

One thing to say when it comes to 'work' like a daughter taken by a debt cat. A whore.

There was so much disgust that I couldn't help it, but Miriam desperately enjoyed it. There's no way you can disobey or anything. Because I knew what horrible guy was my owner.

Those who bull ear the world of Ciel-Teira night...... "Night Python". My father owed me money, and Nightpython's breath broke.

I heard they would do nothing but flatten things for money. They manipulate officials with bribes and threats, and even the Knights can't get their hands on them.

If Miriam had escaped, even to the end of the world, he would come after me and kill me. That's the kind of fear that binds the whores.

By the time years went by, Miriam had become a full whore.

Even the nauseating 'work' eventually became 'everyday' and I had no idea.

But at some point in time, Miriam began to get turned around by all the troublesome customers.

A guy who gets excited about hurting people. A guy who serves strange drugs to Miriam. A guy who has a strong appetite for exclusivity and won't allow you to take other customers because you're reluctant to pay.

At first I thought it was a coincidence, but no. That's what the whorehouse was pushing on Miriam.

Miriam knew why. Because the least valuable product in a whorehouse with Miriam was Miriam.

For Miriam, who looks like ten people, all she can sell is her youth. The younger you look, the more valuable you are. I desperately learned how to sell Fei and how to wield my love, but even then I stayed on the level of 'made and deserved'.

They concentrated the damage on Miriam, who was relatively worthless, in order not to drain other whores.

Miriam got more injuries. So when there was a day when I couldn't get out of the store, I made less money and my parents beat me up.

Mentally cornered, too. I couldn't take my meal anymore, and it faded. The number of guests has decreased even further.

Still, she continued to enjoy it, but one day Miriam would hear her parents talking about selling herself in bundled sentences.

To be sold was a narcotics workshop where the breath of Nightpython was also hanging. There is always a shortage of laboratory animals to develop new medicines. I mean, that was Miriam's next... and last role. Miriam was cut off as a whore.

I guess I was talking about that in a room where I could easily eavesdrop on what I could do. But Miriam acted fast.

Miriam escaped by pulling out her wallet into the gap where the guest was sleeping and putting it on the road bank. I haven't even been able to reach my family since.

I thought maybe my actions would put my family at risk. But still, Miriam was afraid to die. I was going to flee to another country with my family.

Replacing her clothes with plain cheap items, cutting her hair and hiding her face with a hooded coat, Miriam took over the riding carriage. Praying that the next guest to come on board isn't the Night Python chaser.

I don't know if prayer made it through, but Miriam was able to get home safely to her hometown village, almost opposite the country.

And for the first time in years, I greeted Miriam at home with two shiatsu lined up at the earthly table.

"Huh...?

Miriam wondered why something like this was here.

There were no signs of people in the house.

It tells the story that there were traces that appeared to be palpable, but thick and dusty on them, and that people hadn't even come and gone in years.

My father, my mother, my brother, my sister, where have they gone?

Miriam tried to ask the people of the village what was going on.

The people of the village whom I had not seen in a long time were all surprised to see Miriam, but somewhere approximate, and I did not try to open my mouth, no matter what I heard.

Miriam's house debt was not written off when her neighbor's aunt, who was close to her, prefaced her with saying, 'Never tell me I spoke.'

I thought it was such an idiot, but everything. The contract at that time stated some terms to write off the debt. One of them was that Miriam's profit to the store reached a certain amount in a year after she started working.

Ha, Miriam had a verse in mind.

In the first year, Miriam's salary was disgusting. Well, no matter how much money I received, it was used for clothing, cosmetics and accessories to distract customers (especially clothes were bought until the future minutes), and the senior whore did something about it, so I couldn't even get enough of my savings.

At that time, I had just started working and wondered if this salary was normal, but now I think that the (...) interest (...) profit (...) of the store (...) was not (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...).

Either way, the family left behind was relentlessly pronounced 'irrevocable' and forced to flee at night.

Without telling anyone in the village, the family disappeared… A few days later, only the birth of my father and mother made a silent return.

As a reward for trying to step down on debt, and a show to the others, Nightpython killed them both. I don't know where Miriam's brother or sisters are, but they have merchandise value. Must have been made into a product. In some way.

The villagers couldn't even bury the two of their lives for fear of buying Nightpython's wrath. When did it become just a bone, and today, I welcomed Miriam.

"Oh no..."

Miriam collapsed forward of her parents' accomplishments.

I didn't even cry much of a shock.

I wonder what the years of embarrassment were. My parents thought my siblings were poor but sure to live happily ever after helping each other. That was the only support for Miriam's heart.

How long have you been doing that?

Feeling people's signs behind her back, Miriam looked back.

With the red and black leftovers on his back, someone stood at the door of the house.

A young man in a common travel outfit. Seems everywhere at first glance...... that's why it's a chunk of discomfort man.

Miriam figured out who he was.

Nightpython's unleashed assassin. He's the assassin who showed up to kill and show off Miriam, who escaped the whorehouse.

"Why...?

There is no man's answer to Miriam's spilled words.

He pulls out a tough knife and just walks over to Miriam unconsciously.

"Why did your father and mother have to die?

Why aren't my brothers and sisters here?

Why did I have to die?

The man does not answer.

It's not like he killed his parents, but Miriam couldn't help it.

My father, my mother, what Miriam did.

I lived every day to the fullest, even in poverty.

Even so, the bad guys were exploited for everything and made a mess of it, just to make money.

"Why? Why!?

Miriam stood up.

Not too anxious, pulled out the knife I was looking for as a protection on the road.

"Give everyone back!!

Towards the man Miriam sticks out a knife.

And two knives were piercing Miriam's chest.

"Huh...?

One beat late, the pain is coming.

I didn't even know what happened.

A knife that disappeared from Miriam's hand stood on his chest with a man's knife. In an instant, the weapon was stolen and used.

"Ah... ugh..."

I can't breathe well. Blood comes up from my throat. There is no strength in the body. Miriam fell.

"Back... to..."

No reach was reached, and Miriam's consciousness sank into darkness.

When she suddenly thought her body was lighter, Miriam was looking down at herself sinking into a sea of blood.

- Is this...?

It was just a little floating in the universe.

There's still an earlier assassin in the house to find out what's going on in the house.

When I look at my hands, I see the blue and white and the view on the other side.

- Only the soul appearance...

Yes, Miriam is dead.

Unable to make up for it, a hungry and dry sense of loss irritates my heart.

The soul of the dead is led back to the nostalgia of God by the light that descends from heaven, and he says, to gain peace. And you will be born again.

But Miriam didn't feel the guidance.

Miriam was imprisoned in this world of resentment.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah!!

A blackening flame of resentment burned in Miriam.

What are you doing? How could you!!

With anger, Miriam is hit by an assassin.

But the fist only cut the sky in vain.

"Father... Mother..."

Now that my flesh is gone, I'm crying. Miriam cried barking as she nodded on the floor.

Sorrow, anger and resentment, whether crying or not, sprung up later.

Eventually the assassin man pulls up. Looks like Miriam was looking into it just in case she hid something in the house.

Miriam was staring at the back of the assassin who killed herself with a shooting glance.

But you can't actually shoot him. Like the undead monster I hear about, I couldn't magically attack people. He defied God's logic because of his grudges, and said that he was on top of himself that he had been imprisoned on earth, but he couldn't even do anything like that.

- I can't forgive you... Nightpython...!

But I can't do anything because I can't forgive you.

I wonder how much resentment, blood and tears Nightpython stands on. Miriam, where one resented me, it doesn't make any difference...

"Guh...!

Suddenly, Miriam looked up when she heard a wild scream.

An assassin is falling and lying at the door. Miriam didn't know what happened.

- Is he dead...?

But why did he die?

"hehe... hehe...

You hate me... you resent me... you think I'm gonna die like this... '

Suddenly, there was a laugh from somewhere.

Young, and a giggling, awesome caged girl.

'Then the resentment, shall I clear it up for you? If that's enough wish to offer your soul......!

Zun, and I felt the world tremble.

So much pressure that Miriam's soul is about to bubble and distort with chili.

If I looked up, there was a silver moon out in the blue sky.

- No. Not the moon...

Silver hair fluttering and spreading like angel feathers. Gravity silver eyes that are going to get sucked in when you watch. White skin like snow. White and delicately decorated dress.

There was a beautiful, noble girl standing there, united in white and silver. But she's the same as Miriam again...... soul. He was a dead man.

It soon became clear that she was not the only one.

I feel pressure that is going to crush my soul.

She's something, something that Miriam doesn't even think about.

"You killed this man?

'Oh, because I was in the way. I don't think I saw anything about this one, but it's just in case you need to talk to me.'

The girl's spirit said without incident.

As for Miriam, I was wondering how she killed him more than why she killed him, or rather why she had the power to kill this man.

"What the hell are you..."

When she shrugged, the girl seemed a little confused as to how to name her, but eventually opened her mouth like a petal.

"The Avenger.... René“ Rose Like (Rosie) "- Luvia Ciel-Teira"

'Ciel...... no way!

The whore is also in business.

Many customers tell their stories and rumors, share information within their peers, and topics that are making the public noise generally come to my ears.

Miriam had heard stories of a former princess who had died unemployed, as well as stories of her resurrection as an undead and devastating damage.

"He said he was executed and resurrected as an undead...!

"Huh? Is that quite a rumor?"

Rene laughs at the appearance of not even a nuisance.

It wasn't a childish laugh, it was a sarcastic adult laugh. Somewhere crazy and horrible to have that look on your face.

'Well, you don't have much time, so I'll just go straight in.

You become a resentful spirit, and eventually you become the undead monster of the spirit system. "

'... can you be?

"You want to be?

When Miriam inquired, René snapped his neck.

'Cause... that might clear my grudges...'

Miriam has never seen demons in person, but has also taken adventurers, merchants on journeys that are not uncommon to encounter demons while at work. For this reason, to some extent, he also listens to and possesses knowledge of demons.

I had heard that the undead monster was horrible with or without flesh.

I thought maybe I could avenge Nightpython if I could be something like that.

'I can't. The spirits that bind themselves will soon lose their sanity. You're going to get ravaged without even knowing who to clear your grudges against. Even if you can fight the object of a good grudge... yeah, well, even adventurers around here can defeat the junior undead'

"No..."

Rene's commentary was unforgiving.

In the end, Miriam's grudge never reaches Nightpython.

'So, things are for consultation. The one called Nightpython, shall we put him up for a blood festival? Your soul is fine. [M]

I'm a little over-budgeted, but what, I'm gonna serve you at the opening sale. '

Rene's smile seemed as sweet as poison.