To Those Who Called Me A Harlot

‘All this misfortune began on my 18th birthday.’

A flower that fascinates people with its fragrance, a cursed being, Flora.

On her 18th birthday, Roellia, who became a Flora, hid from people.

However, the Order of the Holy Knights eventually finds her hiding in the forest.

“Why am I a witch and a demon? I haven’t done anything wrong!”

“Isn’t a demon who hasn’t killed yet still a demon?”

“……”

“Originally, evil is born with the face of someone familiar.”

In front of God’s messenger, a miracle, a saint worthy of praise, she was powerless.

Hugo Brighton, the messenger of God, who captured the harlot Flora, said.

“So, you must cleanse your body and soul, and keep away from the filth.”

If the day comes when you surpass my God,

I will gladly kiss your instep.