Chapter 2 (1/2)

I met a very handsome man.

He had rare black hair and eyes.

I have seen a light black and a dark black, but I have yet to see a pitch black like this.

In this world, black colors are regarded as something holy.

He is the complete opposite of someone with the appearance of a monster like me. He is like a prince from a fairy tale.

I'd be lying if I said I never imagined such a development.

While I was calling out to the boy who had fainted, I suddenly remembered my deep self-hate for myself because of this wretched appearance.

Even though I know it is impossible, why do I end up getting my hopes up?

Ever since I was born I had been hated. At the village, it was like I was continually living the life of a slave…

Even after leaving the village and becoming a first cla.s.s adventurer, the way people treated me didn't really change.

It is impossible for me to experience things like love.

I usually imagine myself in a place holding hands with a man to console myself.

When the delusion finishes and I come back to reality, I shed tears.

That is my everyday life.

I wanted to be born as a cute girl.

No, I won't talk about such luxuries.

At least average, no, even slightly below average would have been fine.

I wanted a face others didn't hate.

I at least wanted a figure that was to the degree where anyone could be together with me and not mind my face.

Even though I say I am a first-cla.s.s adventurer, if I were to exclude that fact, I would just become an ugly monster that is worst than a demon from the demon forest.

I developed a complex about this face that is said to be worst than an elf, which is the prime example of an ugly existence.

Beauty for women in this world was defined by having a saggy stomach and a flat chest.

I get envious when I look at people with chubby faces, small eyes, or single eyelids.1

They were the complete opposite of me.

This narrow waist. These inflated b.r.e.a.s.t.s. This small face. These large eyes.

They are all ugly and everyone avoids me because of it.

On top of that, if a man were to embrace a thin body like mine, they would surely be disappointed.

No matter how much I eat, I do not get fat at all. I can't hide my jealousy for plump people.

The boy who I saved had a charming appearance, as expected.

He lowers his head to an ugly woman like me.

However, it was just like I thought. This person does not live in the same town as me.

I nearly cried.

That's how it is, isn't it?

Anyone who knows about me wouldn't look at me with such eyes.

Until now, there have been many cases where the instant my appearance is shown everyone's facial expression warps in hate, but I am not used to this feeling.

It's become almost heartbreaking.

I have cried alone at night more than once.

However, that person said they wanted to see my face.

「Eto, A-Ano…」

I was pathetic and ended up becoming fl.u.s.tered.

I didn't want this person to hate me so I severely resisted showing my face.

”I don't want this person to avoid me.”

I thought that instinctively.

「Please.」

But the person was looking over here with an earnest expression.

Even if his face warps in disgust the moment he sees me, I will still have granted his wish.