Don’t Remember Me

The sight of a woman wearing her old clothes was unwanted, and the way she walked was precarious as if she was about to fall.
However, no one reached for her.
They only looked at her, frowned while avoiding her.

She is neither an insane woman nor a beggar.

People thought that the woman was one of two things.

In fact, that conjecture wasn’t all wrong.
In the Capital of Guinters, Teraban, she was likely a madwoman or a beggar who had been molested.

The colorful downtown of the capital came into view.

The place was the center of the economy of the kingdom, where all the goods were gathered, therefore all people were wealthy regardless if they were only commoners or respected aristocrats.

Therefore, the appearance of the staggering woman, Rosé, was even more disgusting and distinct unlike them.

“Hey, get out of the way!”

At that moment, she was a bit shocked when she heard the rushing sounds of a wagon with the roar of the horseshoes.
And after walking for a long time, her feet pained her and she trembled, turning around to see what’s behind her.

A chariot pulled by a brown horse was running towards her at a great speed.
At that pace, the wagons would crush her.

Rosé hurriedly avoided the carriage and stepped backwards.

“Aah!”

However, as she was going to the capital, she lacked food and rest, thus her exhausted body didn’t move as she wanted, stumbling on the sidewalk instead.

“Hhhnng!”

“I said to get out of the way! How unlucky!”

The coachman yelled and reprimanded her in annoyance, driving the horse back away, Rosé still managed to avoid being hit and took a deep breath.
As she inhaled the dust from the carriages’ wheels, she coughed roughly.

“Keuluhg! Keuluhg ”

Rosé’s pale face contorted at the burning pain in her chest.
She wrapped her arms around the lower part of her neck and crouched down on the path.
People who saw her like that gave an impression as if they had seen her as plagued, and they soon got away from Rosé.

“… Ugh.”

Rosé slowly got up after her cough had subsided.
A few strands of her dark brown hair, covered in dust, ran down her bloodless cheeks.

As she stroked her tousled hair, tightened her legs, and tried to stand up, she heard the sound of the horn from a distance.

“His Grace is coming, so everyone be polite to him!”