This was truly a despair-inducing place. The room was clearly so bright that it seemed filled with holy light.
When the radiance shone down on her, she could even feel its warmth... Yes, it brought warmth.
But Yulia had no further memories of this room.
Every time she entered this place, she could never learn what happened between then and when she woke up in the dungeon again. She had lived like this for dozens of days.
At first, she had silently counted the days, but later, she realized that doing so seemed meaningless.
Counting the days meant she could know what day it was outside—especially that important day. She felt she would truly go mad.
Yulia struggled with unusual intensity today. At least, to those who often dragged Yulia out of the dungeon, her emotions were indeed far more agitated than usual.
But they had plenty of ways to deal with such situations.
For example, a punch to the abdomen.
"What are you doing!"
A scolding voice suddenly rang out.
"What are you going to say if you damage her?"
"She was just too noisy. She only needed to quietly obey..."
"You knocked her unconscious!"
"Isn't that better? We were going to knock her out anyway. This saves us some effort."
Yulia did not move. She knew that she was indeed different today. Ever since the woman newly brought in today had said that the Saint Maiden Ritual had begun—and that there was even a girl named Yulia outside—she had known that she was no longer normal.
She tightly shut her eyes and tried her best to make herself look completely unconscious. She did not know whether it would work, but it seemed to have worked... The people in the room made no further moves.
Relying on her sense