I choose her as my slave

My head was still hurting.

Dante stood in front of me. There was a small crease between his brows as if he was looking at something mildly annoying. But I knew that he could kill people with a straight face. Was it good if he was frowning a little?

"Your royal highness, if the rumours are right…" The Commander hesitated. He turned his head toward me. When our gaze met, he paled and took a step back. His hand was on the hilt of his sword. He looked ready to strike me if I moved slightly.

If the author thought that I would behave after dying twice, he was so right.

I wasn't the best actress, but I could try to act weak and miserable.

Maybe he would pity me if he saw a helpless woman.

I shrunk my shoulders and lowered my head. Then, I realized that something wasn't right. I was wearing a blue and silver dress.

"..."

Did she steal my clothes?

"Doesn't she look like a Mara?" A soldier questioned.

"But all of them are dead." The second soldier scolded him, "You saw. We looked for the survivors. There were none. All the bodies were burned. There have been two already."

T-Two days? I was a goner for two days. What was I doing here? I touched the back of my head. It didn't hurt. My hand was also working fine. Did she steal my robe? Why would she do that?

I found the answer soon.

"We should burn her alive too," The last soldier, who had been annoying since the moment I transmigrated here, suggested. "She is a necromancer."

Shit! Being a dark sorceress here was worse than being an unlucky transmigrator.

That woman was evil! I shouldn't have saved her.

I looked up at Dante Scheledrus Wyrm. "I am not a necromancer."

"Liar." The Commander pointed the sword at my hand. "We already know who you are."

On my left ring finger, there was a black opal ring. I didn't understand what he was trying to say. What did this ring have to do with my identity?

I couldn't recall anything about this ring at all. All I knew that the black sorcerers were seen as evil beings. They were found and burned at stakes. Obviously, I didn't want to be burned at the stake.

A deathly silence fell in the cave. I was calculating my chances. I wasn't a martial art expert or a secret assassin. Begging wouldn't work either.

"Your royal highness, should I?" The Commander probed the villainous emperor.

Dante had been observing me. The small frown on his face was gone. I had no idea what was going to do. Maybe I was going to die again.

The expressionless emperor tilted his head and said, "She will do."

Do what? I widened my eyes when I saw a ghost of a smile on his lips. My heart skipped a beat -- not because I was enchanted by his smile.

I was terrified by the gleam in his eyes.

He announced, "I choose her as my slave."

Choose me? I wanted to laugh. Did he think that I was a pokemon?

"Your royal highness, she's Aloisia Annaliese Bloodworth!" The Commander reminded him, "She didn't even spare her family."

Did he call me Aloisia? That name… I gasped.

That evil woman was the crazy ex-fiancee.

I sighed.

Perhaps, it was better if I had died.