Chapter 4

"Has that woman gone mad! She's admitting to murder in front of everyone out in the open?"

"Look at how badly she's dressed. She's probably the type who would stab someone for only a hundred dollars!"

"How did someone this dangerous even get on board? Is the ship's security that lax?"

Hank staggered back in fear and shock. "Lilibeth... You... You have really committed murder? No wonder you're always so cold. What kind of a monster are you?"

I looked at his cowardly face and felt nothing but disdain in my heart. Everyone I killed were animals that deserved it. That included the thugs who once tried to kidnap him. That day, I came back covered in blood and told him I had slipped while cleaning. He looked at me disgusted and told me to wash up quickly.

Meanwhile, that idiot Tiger was rubbing his hands together, thrilled. "Hot dang! This woman has teeth! Winnie, keep going! Drag everything out into the light!"

Winnie no longer bothered to hide the malice on her face thanks to the encouragement. "Second question!"

She stepped behind me, then suddenly grabbed the collar of my uniform and yanked it down, revealing a long, terrifying scar across my back that was more than four inches long.

The crowd started screaming in fear.

Hank's eyes went wide as he pointed at my back, his hand shaking. "What... What is that? You never let me see your back before!"

Winnie turned proudly to the camera. "Look closely, everyone! That's a scar caused by the injury from a blade! Now, Lilibeth, tell me the truth. Did you get that scar when you were prostituting yourself and some jealous wife came after you when you slept with her man in the past?!"

The comments exploded again as filthy words started to fill the screen.

[So she used to prostitute herself? No wonder she reeks of it!]

[She looks like the type that ruins any man she touches. Serves her right for being a homewrecker!]

[Hank must be cursed to end up dating someone who slept around like her!]

I forced down the urge to crush Winnie's throat.

That scar...

I got it three years ago while covering the retreat of a passenger ship full of elders and children on the Wild Oceans. A stray round from a rifle owned by a mobster grazed my back.

Because of that scar, the International Shipping Guild secretly gave me its highest award. But now she was turning it into the mark of a homewrecker.

I took a deep breath and said, "No."

The machine then showed…

Truth.

Winnie's expression froze for a moment, as if she was not very happy with this result. She gritted her teeth and kept trying to ruin my reputation. "Even if it was not from a man's wife, it had to come from fooling around with all kinds of shady men!"

Hank's face darkened with rage. He rushed forward, pointed his finger at me, and shouted, "Lilibeth, you disgust me! I thought you were just some poor but honest woman, but I never knew you were this filthy behind my back! If you don't explain yourself in front of everyone today, we're finished!"