“Ivyn, youngest daughter of the infamous necromancer family, you are under arrest for blasphemy and will be transported immediately.”
Finally, my time came. I got hit by the so-called “truck-kun” I’d only ever heard about…
And when I opened my eyes, I was a prisoner in a wagon!
I had transmigrated into the body of a hapless extra noblewoman who dies as soon as she appears. According to the original story, the next scene was supposed to be a brutal interrogation!
‘Whatever. Let’s just survive, even if it means groveling a bit!’
“P-please, don’t kill me! I’m really not Ivyn Kinzell! I-I just possessed this body!”
Tears and snot streamed down my face as I begged the handsome male lead to spare my life.
Huh?
‘Could it be… he’s reacting?’
