I Was Just an Ugly Girl, But in Another World They Call Me an Angel - 1 - When I Woke Up, I Was in the Forest. And Treated as an Angel

When I woke up, I found myself in an unfamiliar forest.

…No, no, this doesn’t make any sense. I was definitely tucked in my futon just before I fell asleep.

I was still in my pajamas. At first, I thought it might be a dream, but the sound of the wind, the damp scent of the forest, and the air clinging to my skin felt all too real.

“…Could this be one of those trendy isekai transports?”

But I never imagined such a thing would happen to me.

Nonomura Kanako, 17 years old.

A slightly chubby figure with single eyelids. A round nose and frizzy hair—well, to be honest, I’m more on the ugly side.

But my parents are kind, and I’ve never been teased by my friends. Recently, I’ve been getting along quite well with a senior at my part-time job who is three years older than me.

Ordinary but happy. Just a typical high school girl you could find anywhere.

Of course, there was no divine revelation from a god, nor did I have any cheat skills typical of an isekai.

My head was spinning, and at first, I wondered if I had been kidnapped. But I figured I needed to find someone and talk to them, so I ventured deeper into the forest, barefoot.

At that moment—

Rustle.

I heard a sound from behind a tree. My shoulders jumped in surprise.

A bear!? A wild boar!? I braced myself, but what appeared was… a person.

A tall man wrapped in tattered cloth. He must have been over 180 centimeters tall. He had a solid build.

His face was obscured by a hood, but he stopped moving and stared at me.

“…Um, excuse me…”

As I cautiously spoke, he murmured in a trembling voice.

“…Your voice is… cute… angel…?”

Huh? What is this guy saying?

I was the one who spoke to him!? Who’s the angel!?

Despite my confusion, he seemed like an ordinary person, so I took a step closer to ascertain the situation.

Then he stepped back and shouted, “You must not come closer!”

In that moment, perhaps caught on a branch, his hood fell away.

—In an instant, my breath caught in my throat.

There stood the most beautiful man I had ever seen.

With a straight nose, elongated blue eyes, long eyelashes, and silver hair.

His lips were slightly full, and even though they were dirty, they couldn’t hide his allure.

He was truly a “picture-perfect beauty.” And yet, he—

“I-I’m sorry! I’m not presentable!”

He crouched down, hiding his face.

…Okay, I get it now.

This is probably it.

I’ve ended up in a world where the values of beauty and ugliness are reversed—!