I no longer had anything to fear after saying the truth. Only, I didn't say everything.
I didn't tell them who I was before my transmigration, because I felt it wasn't necessary but it was secretly a secret I wished to keep.
I didn't want them to know I was such an outcast, and neither did I want them to know that I wrote a novel that was similar to this world.
Maybe it was because I didn't consider it as important as the secret of my identity that I overlooked it like that.
And thus, all of that was exposed as we walked through the shimmering yellow fields of the yellow valley.
I blinked my eyes, confused as I stood in one place. They all stared at me, and I held my head, trembling. What did I just say? I couldn't remember.
All I remember before now was feeling dizzy and swaying a little, and then I said something. Did I say something I shouldn't have? I probably didn't because why else would they be looking at me like that?
