“How is it a girl!”
Seeing the imprisoned figure inside the room, Moya couldn’t help but yell.
After the questioning yell rang out, Moya realized something.
She seemed to have substituted the Fake Lord’s image with a beggar stereotype.
“What? Just because she’s young, a girl can’t be a beggar?”
Hearing Moya’s yell, the Fake Lord’s expression clearly turned unpleasant.
He snorted coldly:
“No livelihood, no way out, and in the end, unwilling to sell myself—so I go out begging, isn’t that right?”
“If I could, I’d really want to stay in this body forever, enjoying a lifetime of endless wealth and luxury.”
The Fake Lord’s voice was mournful.
Clearly, after being violently berated by Moya, the Fake Lord gradually regained his original composure.
Awakened by the noise of Moya and the others, the beggar girl slowly woke from her sleep.
The moment she saw the Fake Lord, her gaze instantly turned to a glare:
“You damn beggar, hurry up and give my body back to me!”
“Didn’t I tell you I don’t know how to switch back either? Are you deaf?!”
The Fake Lord yelled back at the beggar girl without showing any weakness.
“F*ck your mother, if this body weren’t mine, do you believe I’d beat you up?”
After his true identity was exposed by Moya, the Fake Lord gradually stopped pretending to have that flawed noble demeanor.
The fierce temperament honed from years of living among street thugs surfaced in his eyes as he glared fiercely at the beggar girl.
‘Damn, so the Fake Lord’s true self is just a bratty kid?’
Seeing that the Fake Lord was indirectly admitting it, Moya, under her cloak, finally started to compose her confused mind.
She quickly turned her gaze to Aide on the other side.
Aide’s expression was calm, as if he wasn’t surprised by this at all.
‘Had he known all along?’
Before Moya could think further, the beggar girl had already lunged at the Fake Lord.
“Give it back, give it back! That’s mine!”
“F*ck your mother, I’m giving you face because I don’t want to beat up my own body. Try pushing your luck again?”
The beggar girl and the Fake Lord were already wrestling on the ground.
Although the Fake Lord was reluctant to punch his own real body, the now-irrational beggar girl was flailing wildly, showing no mercy to the body that originally belonged to her.
Within moments of grappling, she scratched a bloody mark on the Fake Lord’s face.
Stung by the beggar girl’s scratch, the Fake Lord flew into a rage.
He grabbed the girl by the collar, pinned her to the ground, and used the strength of this adult body to press one of her hands down hard.
With his other hand, he restrained her flailing arm.
“That’s enough.”
Seeing that if this continued, the two would likely not calm down enough to talk anytime soon, Aide signaled Moya with a look to separate the Fake Lord and the beggar girl.
Moya, who was eager to get off work, immediately understood Aide’s intention.
As Aide pulled the Fake Lord away, she also pulled the beggar girl back and used the Guardian Angel’s divine magic to soothe the girl’s emotions.
“Th-this is divine magic! Lord, is that you? Have you finally sent a divine messenger to save this ignorant lamb?!”
The beggar girl had originally intended to attack Moya, who was wearing a cloak behind her, but the moment she felt the divine magic Moya cast, she froze, then broke into a fervently pious expression.
It was exactly the same tone as the prayer Moya had heard during her sleepwalking last night.
“Uh, I guess so. Anyway, just be obedient and stay quiet over there. We won’t harm you.”
Seeing the girl’s fanatical look, Moya scratched her head, looking quite embarrassed.
‘After all, I can’t exactly say I’m here to pay off a debt, right? It would be awkward to say that in front of her.’
“Yes!”
The beggar girl instantly stood at attention, respectfully stepped aside, and made no further movements.
“Damn, what’s gotten into her? Possessed?”
Seeing the beggar girl transform from a mad dog that would bite anyone into an obedient little lamb, the Fake Lord was dumbfounded, unable to comprehend what just happened.
“This is faith. A belief that some people rely on to survive.”
Aide, who had pulled the Fake Lord to the other side, pointed at the cross necklace the Fake Lord wore around his neck.
“I don’t get it. Bizarre.”
The Fake Lord looked at his own cross necklace, shook his head after a long while, and said.
In his world, having enough to eat and a warm enough bed were the most important things.
That was his creed for surviving among the streets.
Upon hearing herself being evaluated like that by the Fake Lord, the beggar girl shot him another fierce glare, clearly angered by his insolence.
However, she didn’t speak, because Moya had just asked her to stay quiet on the side.
“It’s fine. If you don’t understand, just respect and bless it. The Lord accepts everyone, even any non-believer.”
Basking in the beggar girl’s fervent gaze, Moya couldn’t be more delighted.
Whether the Fake Lord believed or not didn’t matter; after the incident, he would most likely return to his own body.
But the beggar girl’s faith was important.
Once she returned to her original body and became the true Lord of Sifir, that would be a huge boon for Moya.
With this merit and such strong fanaticism, as soon as she asked, the chance to get a ton of gold and pay off her debt would come, right?
At that point, why would she still need to help this debt-collecting hero complete those damn quests? Just have the Sifir family cough up a bit of money.
“Alright, now tell me, on the night you swapped bodies, did you dream of any strange place?”
After mentally labeling the beggar girl as her future gold stash, a cheerful Moya returned to the main issue.
“Hmm… I think so, but I don’t remember it very clearly.”
Following Moya’s question, the beggar girl began trying to recall her dream from that night.
“I vaguely remember… I think there was a circus?”
Hearing the word “circus,” Moya and Aide exchanged glances.
Now it was certain—this circus dream was definitely not a mere coincidence.
It was inextricably linked to the body swap between these two.
“And then? Can you remember what you did inside the circus?”
Moya asked.
“Nothing much. I just wandered around. I was already bored of those tightrope acts and monster tricks in real life—they were so dull.”
Under Moya’s questioning, the beggar girl gradually recalled more details.
“Later it got too boring—they were all shows you could see for a small fee—so I kept cursing and wandering. Finally, I came to a tent—a small black tent that stood out among all the others. But I couldn’t remember how I got there. I went inside, and a cloaked figure sat there, touching a huge crystal ball, and asked me…”
At this point, the beggar girl hesitated for a long time, not sure what she was thinking.
Under Moya’s fervent gaze, she finally confessed honestly.
“He asked if I wanted to live a more exciting life.”
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