Ive crouched in the hallway outside the room, waiting for the conversation between her mother and the villain ajussi to end.
Despite her young age, Ive knew that the atmosphere between her mother and the ajussi was different from before.
That difference made her anxious.
Suddenly, a nightmare she had some time ago came to mind.
“No!”
Without wanting to, scary thoughts entered Ive’s mind, and she tapped her head to chase them away.
A dream where I torment my mother.
A dream of fighting with the villain ajussi.
A dream where my body hurts so much.
A dream of hitting people and doing bad things.
A dream where I want to stop, where it’s so scary and painful, but my body won’t move the way I want it to.
Mother said it was a dream.
There were many parts that didn’t feel like a dream, but since Mother said so, it was a dream.
However, even believing that, the feeling didn’t go away at all.
Pouting her lips sullenly and tugging at the loose threads on the edge of the innocent carpet, at that moment, a shadow fell over Ive’s head.
Looking up, a pretty adult wearing white clothes was standing there.
Ive was startled for a moment and jumped up from her spot.
‘White clothes!’
It’s the clothes that bad people wear!
The person who hit Ive long ago and shouted at Aunt Grita, and also… the person who gave Mother strange flowers and made her have nightmares was the same.
That scary laboratory, the ajussi who tormented Mother.
“You’re Louise’s daughter.”
Giselle looked down at the child whose eyes had widened.
Then the child trembled again and slowly backed away.
Seeing her look at her as if she was a monster, Giselle purposely smiled to soothe the child.
“Come here, little one.”
“I’m not little!”
Ive shouted loudly.
Despite her frightened face, her brazen way of talking back was quite impressive.
She looked young, but her words were very clear.
“Okay, you’re not little, and your name is…”
“Ive!”
Ive, who revealed her name as if giving an order, had eyes full of wariness.
Judging by her rolling eyes, she seemed to be pondering whether to run away or not.
“I’m the Chancellor. I won’t harm you.”
Giselle spoke gently, pretending to have the most harmless tone possible.
However, that only had the opposite effect.
‘Chancellor!’
Ive knew how terrifying that title was.
Because Dietrich, the ajussi who gave flowers to Mother and took her to a strange place, also said he was the Chancellor.
The child, pale with fear, quickly ran down the hallway.
But was it because she ran too hastily?
“Ive!”
Thud! She didn’t go far before she fell and hit her knee.
When Giselle ran to her in surprise, Ive got up again as if nothing had happened and started running away.
Giselle was taken aback.
Usually, children would like her or find her fascinating when they saw her.
But Ive feared her as if she was a monster.
Giselle, who was going to refrain from following the frightened child, saw the direction the child was running and called out to her again.
“Ive, don’t go that way!”
The place Ive ran to was the temporary treatment center set up in the temple.
It was a place where those injured while fighting Dietrich’s forces were being treated, and soldiers and priests were busily moving around in a frenzy.
It was not a place for children to go and cause disturbance.
It was clear that Ive, who was not even knee-high, would literally be kicked by boots if she wandered around there.
Moreover, the sight of injured people lying around was not a place to show a young child.
Giselle chased after Ive, but Ive was so quick and had such good stamina, like a squirrel, that she couldn’t catch her.
Ive, who pushed open the door leading to the corridor and went out, finally saw the temporary treatment center tent set up in the courtyard and stopped abruptly.
Injured people were lying down, groans could be heard from here and there, and the legs of people moving busily passed by in front of her eyes.
Ive spotted the priests in white robes next to the injured people and froze on the spot.
‘The bad people tormented the people!’
Due to her deeply ingrained negative perception, in Ive’s eyes, the priests could only be seen as hurting and knocking people down.
At that moment.
“It’s dangerous to wander around carelessly, Ive.”
Giselle abruptly picked up Ive and held her in her arms.
Ive, startled by the Chancellor’s face at eye level, screamed.
“Please spare me!”
As Ive raised her voice and shouted, the gazes of the people in the treatment center turned towards Giselle all at once.
For a moment, Giselle’s dumbfounded eyes filled with embarrassment.
“What did I do for you to say that…!”
“Please spare me! The Chancellor is tormenting me!”
“Ive…!”
It was the first time in Giselle’s life that she had been so perplexed.
She tried her best to soothe the struggling child, but Ive wouldn’t calm down.
A priest next to them tried to take the child from the troubled Giselle to hold her, but Ive refused even that and kicked the priest’s chest with her foot.
“Ugh!”
“I hate white clothes!”
When Ive completely leaned back and resisted as if she was going to have a fit, Giselle had no choice.
After struggling for a while, Giselle finally put Ive down.
Then Ive ran through the crowd of people and randomly grabbed a soldier who was being treated by a priest.
“Run away!”
“What, what?”
“Everyone run away!”
Ive cried and pulled whoever she could see.
Only then did Giselle realize the remaining trauma in Ive.
The memory left by Dietrich was engraved in the child as a fear of priestly robes.
‘What on earth did he do…’
In the midst of that, Ive tried her best to pull other people to save them.
Seeing the child like that made her heart feel stuffy.
“Ive is innocent.”
Louise was right.
To that child, the priests are demons.
If you blame an ignorant and pure child, that would be the real demon.
Giselle bit her lip as she watched Ive crying among the priests.
But if that child grows up and really becomes a demon, who will be able to stop her then?
If the day comes to regret not cutting off the thorny sprout early…
“Kid, we need to receive treatment here.”
The soldiers, startled by the child’s sudden intrusion, pulled Ive away.
“It’s not treatment! They’re tormenting us! It’s bad!”
Ive glared at the priest with hostile eyes, but as soon as she made eye contact with the priest, she turned around and ran away to the other side.
However, this place was a temple, so wherever she went, she could only run into priests.
Giselle, who was watching her, took another deep breath and approached Ive.
“Ive.”
“Eek!”
“I know why you’re afraid of me. But I’m different from that bad guy. I’m on the same side as your mother.”
Giselle squatted down to meet Ive’s eyes, not caring that the hem of her long priestly robe was getting dirty.
“Liar…!”
“I also helped defeat that bad guy.”
“Bad guy…?”
“Yes. It seems that ajussi wore these clothes and deceived people.”
At Giselle’s words, Ive’s eyes narrowed.
Her rolling eyes still seemed to be looking for a corner to run away to.
“Look. We’re not tormenting people, but treating and helping them.”
Giselle restrained her movements so as not to scare the child and pointed to the priests with a simple gaze.
Ive’s wary eyes also followed Giselle’s gaze to the priests.
The priests, as if to show off, treated the wounds of the injured with holy power.
Ive watched with wide eyes as the wounds healed in the blink of an eye.
“…Is it the same as me?”
“What do you mean the same as you?”
“Blow and it heals.”
Ah, does she think the self-regeneration ability of black magic is similar to the priests’ holy power?
Giselle smiled a little more comfortably and shook her head.
“It’s similar. But we heal other people’s wounds.”
“Yeah! I know! I do that too!”
When Ive nodded her head, Giselle’s nose bridge slightly wrinkled.
Somehow, it seemed that the explanation wasn’t accurately conveyed to the child.
The difference between black magic and holy power is clear.
“I blew on a birdie too and it healed!”
“You mean… you can heal other people’s wounds?”
Giselle asked Ive again, still looking like she didn’t understand.
How can someone with black magic heal others?
“Yeah. So, I blew on Mother’s pain too so it would heal quickly.”
The child’s words were hard to believe.
Lost in thought for a moment, she picked up the treatment scissors next to her.
And she lightly cut the tip of her finger with the scissor blade.
Red blood welled up and flowed down in a red streak.
Giselle held out her wound to the child.
“…Then can you heal this too?”
She didn’t seriously believe the child’s words.
But there was one thing that bothered her.
When she brought the collapsed Ive here, the power felt from the child’s body was a bit strange.
The flow of black magic could clearly be felt, but at the same time, there seemed to be something neutralizing that power…
“You’re trying to catch me, aren’t you?”
The suspicious child looked at Giselle, who had cut her own hand, with narrowed eyes.
“No, I thought you could help more if you have the same power as us.”
“…”
Ive was wary for a moment, but when she saw Giselle’s wound dripping with blood, she nodded her head.
The child approached carefully, gently held Giselle’s hand, and blew ‘ho’ on the wound.
Then, amazingly, the energy spreading from the child’s fingertips flowed into Giselle’s wound and healed it in the blink of an eye.
The eyes of Giselle and the priests watching widened.
The power of black magic had not disappeared from the child.
However, the child clearly possessed holy power as well.
‘To have two powers at the same time…?’
Ive just looked around with pure, wide-open eyes at the gazes focused on her.
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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