Summary
Chapter 0 I Rise in the Beast World by Smelling Desires When I was cast out into the snow to die, branded as a Useless Female, my nose suddenly picked up the scent of everyone around me. Hunger smelled of rot; lies were cloyingly sweet. And the White Tiger Priest standing on the high platform-the one who appeared most ascetic and cold-carried a scent of frozen snow that masked a heat so scorching it felt as if he wanted to swallow me whole.