I Became the Assassin Family's Foster Daughter (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 2
He was a man of noble appearance.
Black hair, red eyes devoid of any emotion.
Everything about him looked expensive. Merely standing there, his bearing exuded grace.
‘A noble.’
And not just any noble—clearly one of very high status.
For a moment, Agnes forgot her own situation entirely, mesmerized, and stared blankly at the noble.
Then someone grabbed her arm.
It was the noble’s attendant.
The young attendant with brown hair helped Agnes, who had fallen on her backside, to her feet and asked the noble,
“Are you all right?”
The noble’s gaze, which had briefly touched Agnes, shifted elsewhere.
In that indifferent look, Agnes felt as though she had become invisible.
The noble replied to his attendant,
“I’m fine. This alley is still rather chaotic.”
“There should be some reward for you coming out personally, my lord. Young Master has chased away yet another child he brought home this time.”
“Jed.”
“Eek! Sorry, I spoke out of turn.”
The attendant, whose name was Jed, made a playful face and joked sheepishly.
Seeing their calm demeanor, Agnes’s heart pounded rapidly.
She had actually collided with a noble.
She hadn’t expected it to be easily overlooked,
but if they were going to discuss matters as though she didn’t exist, she’d rather they just let go of her arm.
Yet no matter how hard she struggled, the arm held lightly by the attendant wouldn’t budge.
“Let me go…!”
At Agnes’s trembling plea, the two men looked down at her.
A smelly, dirty child. Her face was hidden beneath tangled, unruly hair.
‘Huge…’
‘Like dust.’
That’s what both of them thought.
Moreover, her clothes were too thin for early spring’s lingering chill, her limbs were bony, and her bare feet were covered in wounds.
‘A child from the slums. A completely neglected little one.’
The child wriggled desperately, as if she needed to escape this place immediately.
Suspicious of her behavior, the attendant spoke to the noble.
“My lord, could you have been pickpocketed?”
“No. All my belongings are intact.”
“Really? Then why is this child acting like this…?”
“Hey, mister with the brown hair.”
Just then,
Tamber, who had finally caught up to Agnes, huffed and stopped at a short distance away.
He didn’t step directly in front because he feared provoking the noble standing beside the attendant.
Tamber glared at the pale-faced Agnes.
“Hand that child over to me.”
“Do you know her?”
Jed, the attendant, asked Agnes. Agnes shook her head with all her might.
“She says she doesn’t know you.”
“What business is it of yours—!”
Tamber raised his voice, then abruptly stopped.
He glanced warily at the noble, who was now idly checking his pocket watch with an indifferent expression.
‘Just as I thought.’
Tamber smiled inwardly.
The high-born nobles of this country never cared about commoners’ affairs.
Whether they stole from each other, traded, or even killed one another—
this noble seemed no different from the rest.
All he needed to do was assert his claim over the child to the attendant and take her back.
‘Damn it. All this trouble over a brat worth only 100 dergel.’
If only that vile slave trader hadn’t threatened him with a penalty a hundred times over after discovering the child was missing.
Tamber ground his teeth silently, then raised his voice again to the attendant.
“What business is it of yours! Anyway, I’ve already taken payment and agreed to sell her, so it’s none of your concern!”
“Sell?”
A shiver.
The voice was cold as ice.
The noble’s red eyes locked onto Tamber. Just that brief eye contact sent chills down his spine and cold sweat broke out.
Having never expected the noble to intervene, Tamber clamped his mouth shut as if his lips had glued together.
“…….”
The noble fell into thought as he watched Agnes trembling violently, then asked,
“How old are you?”
“…….”
“Child, His Lordship is asking you.”
“M-me?”
Agnes startled and lifted her head.
She hadn’t imagined the noble would speak to her, so without even pausing to think, she answered honestly.
“I’m seven years old.”
“Younger than I expected.”
The noble murmured.
She looked so emaciated—he’d guessed she was at most six.
‘At this size, Deon probably won’t throw a tantrum.’
The noble’s red eyes drifted into thought.
“She’s seven, so only two years younger than Young Master? If we head back now, we should reach the mansion before sunset.”
Jed, quick to read the noble’s thoughts, chimed in astutely.
The noble tossed a curt phrase toward Agnes.
“Will you come with me?”
Agnes, who had been hunched up with tension, perked up her ears.
Uncertain of his intent and hesitating to answer, she heard the noble’s low, deep voice again.
“If that’s what you wish, I’ll take you.”
Agnes’s eyes, hidden behind her hair, blinked.
‘Take me? Me?’
Though she couldn’t see him, she felt Tamber’s sharp glare.
If she followed this noble, she might at least avoid being sold to the slave trader.
But…
‘This noble…’
Agnes swallowed hard.
Recalling once more the golden eyes deeply etched in her memory, she shook her head firmly.
This noble wasn’t Duke Gerwer.
Besides, she had no better option in her current situation.
“What will you do?”
Faced with the question again, Agnes cautiously asked the noble,
“Will you hurt me?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Even if I say I don’t want to… will you hurt me?”
Even with only one visible choice, Agnes needed hope—
hope that her future with this noble wouldn’t be filled with pain.
“…….”
Meanwhile, unaware of Agnes’s inner turmoil, the two men turned their eyes toward the fidgeting Tamber.
Jed, in particular, looked at him as if he were trash.
‘Anna said never to deal with child abusers.’
Not only had he tried to sell the child, but he’d apparently beaten her too.
A grown man with all his limbs intact—instead of hitting such a tiny child, he should’ve put that strength to productive work.
As Jed clicked his tongue in disdain, the conversation between the noble and Agnes continued behind him.
“If you say no, I won’t hurt you.”
“……Really?”
“I swear it.”
“……Then I’ll go with you.”
“Good.”
The noble, seemingly unconcerned by Agnes’s filthy appearance, picked her up and turned away.
“H-hey! My lord!”
Tamber finally lost his patience and shouted.
He was more afraid of the debt—a hundred times 100 dergel owed to the noble—than anything else.
He couldn’t just sit idly by and drown in debt.
Without even glancing back, the noble spoke in a low voice.
“Jed.”
“Yes. I’ll handle it and catch up shortly.”
Jed approached Tamber as if he’d been waiting for this moment.
The noble, carrying Agnes, walked toward the carriage parked nearby, and a dull thud followed by Tamber’s scream echoed through the street.
Agnes stiffened in the noble’s arms, her heart pounding, desperately wishing to leave this place as quickly as possible.
[This is the timeline separator]Inside the jolting carriage.
The noble looked at the child seated across from him.
Her feet dangling in the air, her back unnaturally straight, her shoulders hunched tightly, and her hands glued to her thighs as if stuck with adhesive.
“Anyone would think I’m about to eat you alive.”
At the noble’s words, Agnes tensed up even more.
She’d been holding her breath carefully, afraid of offending him, but now she couldn’t even breathe.
“…….”
Beneath her messy hair, Agnes’s unseen face slowly turned red.
The noble glanced at her, then pinched both her cheeks with one hand.
“Hwah!”
The breath she’d been holding escaped through her fish-like lips.
Embarrassed at having made such a strange sound, Agnes’s face flushed for a different reason than before.
Her cheeks, soft like dough, stuck gently to the noble’s hand.
‘Why is he doing this…?’
Agnes stole a glance at the noble.
He didn’t let go. His expressionless face gave nothing away.
“U-um….”
When Agnes called out to him in a trembling whisper, his hand finally released her.
The noble stared at his own hand for a moment, then said abruptly,
“Call me ‘Your Grace.’”
Apparently, her earlier “hey” had been problematic, so he’d clarified the proper address.
At those words, Agnes’s heart pounded.
‘So he really is a duke.’
She’d suspected it from the very beginning.
The tangled aura radiating from the noble’s core—
not large, but murky and dark, as if it hadn’t been purified in many years, covering about half his upper body.
The fact that she could see this aura meant the man was an Ability User.
There were only four noble houses that produced Ability Users.
“Which one are you from—Serdia, Rodwick, or Hibetsman?”
At Agnes’s trembling question, emotion finally flickered in the noble’s eyes.
Interest.
She looked like she’d never received basic home education, yet upon hearing “duke,” she immediately named the great houses without hesitation?
He didn’t know why she hadn’t mentioned Gerwer, but he had no desire to hear that gloomy man’s name anyway, so it didn’t matter.
“You’re clever for your age. I’m Rodwick. Blake Rodwick.”
He deliberately added his full name, curious about the child’s reaction.
If she knew the ducal houses, she’d surely recognize his name—
the name infamous across the entire Loksha Empire as a killer. How would she respond?
‘I hope she doesn’t cry.’
He hated noise.
But to Blake’s surprise, the child merely murmured his house name once and nodded.
Just as he felt a pang of disappointment at her unremarkable reaction, she spoke to him.
“…Your Grace, may I ask you just one question?”
This time, she used the proper title.
‘She even knows to ask permission before questioning.’
Was she simply a quick learner, or had she received education despite appearances?
Though it didn’t show on his face, Blake’s interest in the child was growing steadily.
When he nodded to grant her permission, she spoke.
“What happened to my uncle…?”
“That man from earlier is your uncle?”
“…Yes.”
Blake’s eyes narrowed slightly. He hadn’t known they were related.
So she worried about her uncle, a child abuser and human trafficker.
“Your uncle—”
Blake paused briefly.
He’d sent Jed, so that scum would be bedridden for months.
By now, he’d probably signed a statement, accepting suitable compensation and agreeing never to seek the child again.
‘What should I tell her?’
Blake looked at the child.
“I made sure he’d never appear before you again.”
“…Is he dead?”
The child’s voice was utterly emotionless as she asked.
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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Oh.. so they needed a play mate for the boy with a hard character. I wonder how she’ll manage the situation. Through the pity or with the strength? I hope for the later one.
So.. they’ll win her over through kind treatment and she will promptly fall for it?
Let’s see…- That her presence would be discovered because an ability user was purified — is a serious miscalculation on her part.
At least that will make her discovered sooner by her new family.
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‘These aren’t just an ordinary child’s eyes.’
That’s why I like regressors. They hit as different and people get unexpected reactions towards them.
“Tuariche Rodwick. It suits you well.”
That felt unexpected though. I thought she would hide her reading skills, for safety reasons. Also the new status came really fast!
Deon turned his head, his voice annoyed, as if asking why she dared call him bro
Woow. How did she learn manipulating skills with the life she led?
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Kitsune
It becomes even better now. The interest in the story is building up! 👍🏻