I Became a Regulatory Official for the Poaching of Monsters, but the Rescued Monsters are trying to

That was when Jen was only thirteen.

A few days after her mother, who had been lying on the sick floor for a long time, died and buried her body in a communal cemetery outside the city.

Suddenly a man came to the small, narrow house dressed in fine clothes that were not suitable for the city. The man named himself a messenger from the royal palace and said he had come to pick up Jen.

Jen knew from experience that there was no scumbag in these fine clothes coming to the back town. That's why I was so vigilant about the guy, and I tried to escape.

However, the neighbors who were blinded by men's scattered money grabbed him lightly and forced him to ride in the carriage.

I was brought here by a wagon for days in a deep forest I had never seen before. While on the road, the messenger man, who remained silent no matter what Jen heard, urged Jen to get out of the carriage. Unexplained and confused, Jen's thin arm forced him to grab it and pull it down outside the carriage.

Jen, thrown to the ground and fallen, woke up his upper body and looked around.

Chilly chilly air. I can only see tall trees around me.

It was in a foggy forest.

The pants also conveyed the coolness of the ground as gentle as the bottom chill.

At that time, Jen had short hair and dressed the same way as a man. Trousers with long old shirts and stitches. Jen was usually dressed like a man so that his mother, who was a whore, wouldn't walk the same life as her.

I was raised not only to shorten my hair but also to behave as a man in my usual speech and manners.

She was already thirteen years old, but because she was in poor nutritional status and had lost weight, she had no connection to her feminine and plump body shape. The messenger seemed to think of Jen as a man. If they knew it was a woman, they could have sold it to some whorehouse.

The man handed a vial to the fallen Jen. And then...

"Drink."

And commanded a word with a sharp, low voice. I received the bottle, but this can't be good. Jen knew this was poison before he drank it.

I saw it when I was in the ghetto.

A few people dressed in fine clothes, as depicted in the picture book, came and gave poison food to the poor. I remember seeing people dying in pain laughing and laughing.

I'm sure this is the same thing. That's why I couldn't drink it because I was scared. Your hands tremble and the bottle falls off your hands.

The messenger man slapped his tongue and kicked Jen in the chest.

"Hoo-hoo... hoo-hoo..."

As Jen fell down and coughed, he grabbed Jen's jaw with his hand and forced the contents of the bottle into his mouth. Soon his nose was pinched and Jen accidentally swallowed it.

As soon as he was attacked by the pain of burning his chest from the inside, Jen squatted. I try to vomit, but I can't. I can't breathe. It's as if Jen's chest and throat are clawed with nails as if he's being decimated by some kind of monster.

The man of the messenger asked for help with tearful eyes, but when he confirmed that Jen had drained the contents of the bottle, he got into the carriage and left Jen on the spot.

In the fog. I can't see the back of the carriage right away.

There's nobody around. Jen, who wandered around in pain, was abandoned by the forest.

Your consciousness is gradually fading away in the pain of pushing yourself to the ground. Oh, this is death. That's the last thing I thought. Jen lost consciousness to dissolve in the fog.