Chapter 2 : Expelled from the Party

On a certain moonless and windy night, the Hero’s party, unable to endure the villainess any longer, finally decided to team up and assassinate her.

Her corpse was even turned into a zombie by the witch, her abilities undiminished even in death, her soul sealed, never to be reincarnated, becoming an undead who followed the party to fight the Demon King.

Readers clapped and cheered, thoroughly satisfied.

Now you know why her title is Zombie Priestess, right?And now, the same thing is about to happen to me.

Damn it, just thinking about it is terrifying.

“Stop playing dead, Samimi, speak up!” The female knight Fabiana slammed the table with a furious roar.

“…”

Her teammate’s rage snapped Samimi out of her thoughts.But she had already come up with a solution—something quite simple, actually.

Her death in the original plot happened because she stubbornly clung to the party.

So if she just *leaves* the party herself, wouldn’t that solve everything?“I apologize for the trouble I’ve caused everyone. I’ll be leaving now.”

Samimi stood up, bowed at a perfect ninety degrees, turned around, slid the door open, and slipped out of the room in one fluid motion—graceful and unflustered, like a practiced escape.

Her apology was so swift that the four party members were left stunned, unable to react before she had already vanished.

“She gave in that easily?” the witch Bemore questioned sharply.

“Hero, something’s not right,” said the knight Fabiana, her face still tense.

Given what they knew of Samimi’s personality, such a drastic change could only mean trouble.

There must be something suspicious going on—they couldn’t let their guard down.

“Samimi’s probably scheming in the shadows, planning how to get revenge on us,” said the elf archer Clos coldly.

“I have an idea. Let’s spread the news that she was expelled and that she likes women. Her reputation will be ruined, and no one will dare help her,” Fabiana suggested.

“That’s a great idea. Our party’s already famous. That damn noble background of hers won’t help anymore. Even nobles have to kneel before us now,”

Bemore agreed.It was clear that everyone hated Samimi—hated her enough to want to skin her alive. Merely kicking her out of the party was actually *merciful*.

But they had to make sure that wretched girl never had anything to do with the Hero’s party again.

They were soon to become world-saving heroes—they couldn’t be associated with a useless cheat who got in through the back door.

After expressing their thoughts, all three turned to the Hero, Laegaeus.

The final decision rested with her.

Laegaeus closed her eyes and thought for a moment.In her mind surfaced Samimi’s nauseating face—the one that appeared at her bathroom window every single night.Goosebumps erupted all over her body.

“Do whatever you want. Just don’t leave behind any evidence.”

Laigaiyas finally opened her eyes, ice-cold and emotionless—there was not a shred of sympathy left for her former teammate.

With the Hero’s approval, everyone’s mood lightened.

They could finally vent the humiliation they’d suffered for so long.

This time, they’d make sure Samimi was publicly disgraced beyond recovery.—Meanwhile, Samimi was sitting at a noodle stall by the roadside, leisurely enjoying her lunch.

Those women had invited her to a death trap of a farewell banquet, so now she was left eating alone.

Her body was still adjusting to this world, while her mind was sorting through memories.

She had inherited all of Samimi’s memories—her most important background, her career class, and all relevant details.

With this, she could now decide what to do after being kicked out of the party.

Since she had already deviated from the original storyline of this light novel, she could now do whatever she wanted. It was time to enjoy this second life and the wonders of another world.

As long as she avoided those weirdos, she’d be safe.

The only thing worth complaining about was that she had clearly been a man before transmigrating—so why did she become a girl? Her whole body felt awkward and uncoordinated. It would take time to adjust.

So for now, let’s just go home.

“You see her? That’s her.”

“She’s that noble lady who got kicked out of the Hero’s party, right?”

“Shh! Don’t say it so loudly. She’s infamous for being petty—that’s why they kicked her out. Don’t let her hear you.”

But as Samimi walked through the streets, she began to overhear whispers and murmurs.

People were talking about her. And she heard every word.

How did news of her leaving the party spread this fast?

“It’s just leaving a party. Is it really that big of a deal?” Samimi muttered, unfazed, continuing on her way.

After all, she wasn’t really an evil villainess, and she wasn’t going to do evil things going forward.

By dusk.Samimi arrived at the gates of a large estate. Inside was a grand castle, clearly reflecting the noble status of its residents.

This was her home—the estate of Count Felling.The old guard at the gate was shocked to see her and froze on the spot.

“Old Wang, what are you doing? Open the gate. It’s me—don’t you recognize me?” Samimi called out.

“Miss Samimi, it’s terrible! Were you really kicked out of the Hero’s party?” the old guard stepped forward in a panic.

“The news just reached the madam. She fainted from the shock. Please don’t go in right now.”

“What? It’s that serious?” Samimi scratched her head, still not fully grasping the gravity of the situation.

“You don’t understand, young lady. Just earlier, envoys from the royal family came to discuss your engagement with the countess. Do you remember who your fiancé is? The *Third Prince*, no less!” The old guard explained patiently, surprised at how calm and easygoing she was—normally she would’ve exploded in anger by now.

“I’m guessing the royal family heard about you being expelled and even the rumors that you like women. They came specifically to break off the engagement.”

Isn’t that… good news?

Her soul was a man—no way she’d ever marry a man.

Though honestly, this was pretty serious.

No wonder her mother fainted.

“You’d best not go home right now, miss. Hide out somewhere until the count calms down,” the old guard advised.But it was already too late for Samimi to run.

“Well, well, who do we have here? Isn’t it our great High Priestess Samimi?”A noblewoman arrived at the gates, leading a whole troupe of knights and guards, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Samimi recognized her—it was her aunt, the countess’s younger sister.

According to her memories, she had always treated this aunt horribly—constantly hitting and yelling at her.

The aunt had always avoided her like the plague, never daring to complain, which showed just how terrified she had been.

So of course now, she’d come to kick her while she was down.This body really had done a lot of evil.