4 Chapter 4| To escape

Marga lifts her hand as she sees the other person over the water reflecting her motion, whilst trying to touch this unknown face she wore.

Usually, Marga's face is supposed to be scarred and rough brown hue. From all those overloaded training they we're given to follow what was instructed by their commander, with the intense sun radiating above them, resulting in getting a darker skin. Somehow Marga's skin magically became a smooth peach: Medium dark brown hair, thin eyebrows, and ruby eyes.

Marga's eyes go wide, and a sweat drips on the side of her oval face.

she feels like- that the person knew once there, isn't there anymore. For she is not the same person who she knew before. But what she can see is a brand new person. By just taking one single sight in the water, she feels like she's no longer Marga Fatima.

Is this me? How did I become like this? She pondered deeply. 

Who is this girl over there? More specifically, who am I? What did I become?! Who did I become exactly?! What is happening to me?!

A slight panic laid in her features. She kept in a shallow thought, minding that there's prince's men that were sooner going to chase her, might be over a minute or seconds. And she greatly does not want to get caught in the way. She hopes to run away immediately, though it leads her to a dead end.

A flash of memories hit her head. The girl on the reflection is strangely familiar with a hint of clue, or what she assumes that's going to be her new look for now on. 

Something that struck her cord inside, shocked her deep. she realizes who she is. 

She had become, The first villainess of the otome game!  

Marga remembers that there are eight villains inside the game, on each selected door, and the first villain would be Thorn Grey.

The viciously prideful villainess, that arrogantly never looks on everyone, maliciously destroys them when one passes her in the side lines. Even she evilly made the heroine her own dog and treat like one.

Marga thinks behind her head, deciphering the other memories that resurfaced; is this what the anime community called this certain situation where the Main lead got transported or reincarnated to another world?!

Marga's eyes shined red. Astounded by this mystery phenomenon, for she only thought it was all just fiction.

So now it finally explains to Marga's confusion, how she is able to meet with the heroine and the male lead face-to-face.

In seconds, Marga's face went gloomy and darkened. She is happy that she met the heroine; But Marga now knows she's trapped inside one of the villainess' bodies and she only realizes she's the villainess!

Another soul replacing the previous soul from this owner's body: means Marga has to take the previous one's mistakes and crimes into her own hands.

Ugh- She's in deep trouble.

And she must mention to herself that she attacked a Royal individual in front of a crowd of eye witnesses. A royal individual! Double trouble.

It's worse that she met the heroine earlier as the villainess. Marga shouldn't have been born as an infant before meeting her, that way she'll be ready to face the rising red flags. Nevertheless, she has no ability to reborn again and still leads herself to doom.

It can't be helped, she has to take care of this owner's crimes on her own hands.

Tsk, how irritating… frowns of knowing this.

So now, what should she do? She has to make an escape plan. Firstly, after the prince announces to her that she's exiled from her birth country, if she didn't know who she was, she wouldn't be so cowardly to run and just accept the chance. Or she has to stay here for a while by disguising herself and earn enough cash, before she can set sail to another foreign kingdom. The second plan sounds simple, however it will be risky if she ever stays long, other chances they'll figure out her identity, unless in contact.

She has to think of a way if she ever encounters each of the royal guards. either to be frolly self-defence or safely run away from them by any luck.

Ah… this is going to be hard on the next following days.

"look everywhere!-"

Hearing the sounds of marching soldiers and orange luminating light can be seen from her distance, She panicked A bit.

they're here!

Marga looked around her surroundings, and she heard them marching almost closer.

The men pass by a large lake, as they hear a splash around here.

Someone among the men, rises their torches to look

He wore a black signature shoulder cape, an armour miraculously made of layers of sorts of ores, doubling the weight and offense. Square chiselled face with a scare across in his left eye, and a slick titanium hair and soulless eyes.

He looked closer onto the surface of the lake, glancing any suspiciousness that'll pop out on the surface. In his perspective, it is clear that after his further investigation. Seeing no floating substance to appear. He told his men to move and look out for another location.

Marga watches the silhouettes above, and swims up. Head sips on the surface, eyeing the shore.

 

She swims back to the shore. Panting breathlessly, eyes rolling to directions. Hoping the men aren't coming back.

If she gets caught, plenty of possibilities will oneday come back to ger, and it's going to be harder to escape.

She has to get out of this forest, without getting in contact with them.

Marga shredded the bottom of her black dress, letting her run excessively better and a chance of tripping herself through is low. She tightly twists her hair to dry out the water.

Marga begins to run into the forest; not giving a chance to take a rest for her fatigue. Whatever the gods above know or where the wind guides her. As long as she's not meeting them again, and get away from here.

She needs to find a place to tuck for the night, and a job that paid quite high. That's the flow for now before she can think anything if danger occurs.

Marga runs deeper into the forest, not knowing where the way out.

She saw a light, and she approached it. 

A long neck with a lantern attached to it.

A candle that flickers inside. There are decorated streets with colorful banners and stalls to sell in different varieties. Marga sees a wave of people running around and she blends herself through.

At least she'll be safe for now.

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