"STOP!" The man screamed before coughing violently. The feathers from the pillow accidentally entered his mouth and chocked him momentarily.

"I'll stop when you're dead!" Inna said firmly.

"I GIVE UP! SPARE ME!" He pleaded. God only knows how many decades ago he last uttered such words of defeat.

Inna paused her one-sided battle.

"Pshhhhh, see, you should always keep this in mind." Inna said condescendingly while still hooked on his waist from the back.

"Never underestimate a woman with something in her hands. She can always turn them into weapons."

She said as she bashed him one more time before getting off and dashing towards the bed.

My dear hubby, I missed youuuuuu~

She laid down on her stomach as she tried to hug the bed with her arms spread apart. She had a contented smile as she closed her eyes.

Meanwhile, the man took one good look at her and began regretting his actions.

Why did I even save this crazy woman?!

I should've left her to get eaten by beasts!

After a few toss and turns, Inna figured out she won't be able to fall asleep again so she sat on her bed and stared at the man.

"Okay first of all, who are you?"

"That should be my question. Who are you?"

"Answer me first. You lost earlier." Inna said with a smug smile.

The man sneered before complying.

"Solomon Bertrand."

"Inna."

Solomon looked at her get up.

"What were you doing in the Miasma forest?"

When Inna heard that question, all the memories came flooding back in her mind.

Oh yeah, she's not in her room anymore!

She forgot she actually died, and then reincarnated..

And then after she reincarnated, Rod, Nol, Renee, and George, her first friends in this world, tricked her for money. And decided to just leave her to die.

Her anger welled up as she clenched her fists.

Those greedy shits better know what's coming to them!

They don't trick her without expecting any consequences!

She stared at her fists and noticed the rips and bloodied cloth and metal in her arms.

Wait, wasn't she injured?

Did she die?

Is this heaven?

She then sneaked a glance at Solomon.

If this is heaven...

Omfg, did she beat up an angel?

She stared at Solomon strangely.

Solomon felt weirded out by her stare and decided to ask her.

"What is it? Why are you staring at me like that?"

Inna suddenly asked out of the blue.

"A-are you an angel?"

What the heck?

What's up with this woman?

Is she really crazy?

Did he just pick up a crazy suicidal beggar?

Suddenly, Inna laughed. "No no. Too impossible. You're too old to be an angel! You're most likely a dead person's soul as well."

"Probably died of old age."

Argh! This! This woman!

"YOU--"

"Don't make me get my pillow again!" She cut him off with a threat.

Solomon swallowed his words and tried to talk gently. But he just ended up spitting his words out.

"I. Am. Not. Dead."

"I. Am. A. Human."

"I. Am. FORTY FOUR YEARS OLD!"

He snapped.

"Middle aged! Not old!"

"But.." Inna inspected him slowly. He had a towering height similar to a basketball player. And he wearing a white robe that fell on his feet which made him look taller and more intimidating. His face looked smooth from afar but it actually had faint traces of wrinkles, especially the area near his brown eyes. Just from looking at these, one wouldn't associate him as an old person.

But the dead giveaway was his hair!

His long black hair had multiple white silver streaks that greatly contrasts its color.

So, to prove her point, Inna pointed at his hair.

"Your hair is as long as mine. But you still can't see the white strands in it?"

"So, your eyesight is also bad? Tsk, tsk, tsk. You're really getting old." Inna sighed in fake dismay.

"You!!" He pointed at her in anger. A moment after, he swallowed his anger with great difficulty.

"My hair is partly white. I see that. But that is a natural result from using too much magic for forty four years and counting."

"Forty. Four. Years." Solomon hissed through his teeth to emphasize.

Inna rolled her eyes at him but didn't comment anything.

"Now, Inna, I'll ask you again. What were you doing in the Miasma forest?" Solomon stared at her with a curious gaze.

"I was on a quest. I'm an adventurer." I think..

He looked at her armor and to the left side of the room where the stack of different weapons he removed from her whole armor were all located.

Sure enough, she was an adventurer!