I Became the Assassin Family's Foster Daughter (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 3
He deliberately threw out a statement prone to misunderstanding, but the child’s way of thinking was unusual.
‘You wouldn’t interpret “not being able to appear” as death, would you?’
That’s what a normal child would say.
Blake neither confirmed nor denied it and instead asked another question.
“Your parents?”
“…My father wasn’t around since I was born, and my mother passed away two days ago.”
So she was an orphan. With her guardian gone, they’d sold her off.
Blake clicked his tongue inwardly. He’d been about to say her uncle wasn’t dead, but the child nodded as if it were no big deal.
“So my uncle is dead, then.”
“Why do you think that?”
“Because you didn’t deny it.”
Blake’s eyebrows twitched.
Ever since the child spoke of death so casually, he’d felt distinctly uneasy.
“Do you even know what ‘dying’ means?”
“Dying… is when everything ends. If you die, you can’t do the things you planned to do later. Just like my uncle can’t sell me anymore.”
“…Aren’t you afraid of me or anything?”
“Why would I be?”
“If I’m the one who killed your uncle, I could kill you too.”
Blake’s eyes suddenly turned chillingly cold.
The child, without the slightest flinch, calmly opened her mouth.
“If that’s what you want, then go ahead. You bought me, Lord Duke.”
Blake, who’d only meant to scare her a little, now felt as if he’d been the one struck.
What kind of child was this?
Whether good or bad—
the death of someone she knew wasn’t something a seven-year-old should accept so calmly.
For a moment, he wondered what expression the child was making.
Blake gently lifted a strand of hair covering her small face with his index finger.
‘Huh.’
What he saw was completely unexpected. Though her face was as grimy as her hair, one thing shone brightly amidst the dirt.
Clear silver eyes, like dawn dew. Fearless and bright, they stared straight back at him.
‘These aren’t just an ordinary child’s eyes.’
Agnes quickly averted her gaze from Blake’s and spoke in a precise, crisp voice.
“You bought me and brought me here. A slave must follow her master, no matter what he does.”
At those words, Blake felt a dull throb in his temples.
Forget about interest—he was now utterly exasperated.
He’d asked if she’d follow him, not that he was buying her.
What kind of education had she received to think this way at such a young age?
Meanwhile, Agnes was desperately trying to hide her emotions from the nobleman before her.
‘Don’t offend him. Don’t let him see that I’m scared.’
Blake Rodwick.
Agnes had known that name for a long time.
She’d first heard it shortly after being sold to Duke Gerwer in the past, during the half-year she spent receiving noble instruction.
“The Rocksha Empire is maintained not by the Emperor, but by the balance among the four Great Duke Houses. The Gerwer, Serdia, and Hibetsman families are praised by the Empire’s people—but one alone, the Rodwick House, bears a fearsome reputation.”
The tutor paused briefly, then frowned.
It was as if he’d caught a whiff of foulness from his own words.
“The Rodwicks have historically practiced assassination using their hereditary abilities. Each head of the house built their position atop countless corpses. The current head, Blake Rodwick, is no different—a cruel, bloodthirsty killer.”
“A killer…?”
“Remember this: Your place is here, in House Gerwer, and nowhere else.”
The Agnes of that time, terrified, had nodded obediently at her tutor’s words.
If asked that question again now, she’d kick him in the shin and run away.
‘Just because he promised not to hurt me doesn’t mean I can let my guard down. Like Duke Gerwer, this man could change at any moment.’
And he was none other than the infamous Killer Duke himself.
Even if she didn’t expose herself as a Ltiom, he could still hurt her in ways other than purification.
‘I knew he was a duke, but I didn’t know he was a Rodwick. Should I not have agreed to follow him? …No. Either way, I couldn’t let myself be sold at a slave market. Escaping would be too hard.’
Even knowing he was a Rodwick, following this nobleman had still been the best choice in that moment.
So for now, she had to flatter him to survive.
No matter how frightening this noble before her might be.
“So even if you say you killed my uncle, I—”
“Enough.”
Blake cut Agnes off.
As he withdrew his finger, her hair fell back over her eyes.
“Say no more. Your uncle isn’t dead.”
At Blake’s words, tears welled slightly at the corners of Agnes’s eyes.
She must have already offended him.
“…….”
“…….”
After that, the carriage fell silent.
Blake closed his mouth, and Agnes stiffened her body even more than before, determined not to make another mistake.
Amid the lengthening silence, sleep soon found Agnes.
Having been on edge since morning and already weak from exhaustion, the little girl had run herself ragged—and now her fatigue caught up with her.
She fought to keep her nodding head upright, but eventually succumbed to sleep.
Watching her, Blake sank into thought.
‘This child is to be Deon’s playmate…’
Rodwick children were naturally indifferent toward others.
So much so that they couldn’t distinguish between a rat on the roadside and a human being.
A powerless child with slight social deficits might not be a problem, but the Rodwicks, possessing immense strength and authority, couldn’t afford that.
At the very least, they needed enough morality not to kill humans as casually as rats—otherwise, fearful people would unite against them.
‘Social skills are necessary. To lead our house and survive in this empire.’
Thus, the Rodwicks had always brought children of similar age into their mansion as playmates for their own heirs from a young age.
Deorcedion Rodwick, the current heir and Blake’s son, was no exception.
But…
“Master, the child brought as young master’s playmate fainted in the middle of the night…”
“Master, the one who came this time says they’re going to die…”
“Master…”
None of the children brought as Deon’s playmates lasted even a full day.
Blake wasn’t unaware that Deon was behind it.
So many children now suffered convulsions at merely hearing the name “Rodwick”—likely because they’d been frightened when driven away.
“The nobles say they can no longer send their children as playmates.”
That was why Blake had visited a commoner village today.
He’d planned to go to a school he sponsored to find a suitable playmate.
But…
“…….”
She was dirty and smelled.
The child who’d bumped into him clearly didn’t look like someone who’d win Deon’s favor.
“Will you come with me?”
Yet he’d still said it—because he felt pity for her situation and her young age.
A seven-year-old girl.
“Blake, I’m sorry.”
When his wife had died in childbirth, if their child had survived, she’d be this age now.
Perhaps that was why the words “death” and “slave” from the girl’s mouth earlier had scraped so uncomfortably at his heart.
‘Was bringing her along the right thing to do?’
Sigh. Sigh.
From beneath her tangled hair came the soft, steady breathing of the sleeping child.
Blake turned off the carriage lamp and leaned back against the seat.
[This is the timeline separator]Agnes awoke quite some time later.
Coming to her senses, she bolted upright and swiftly turned her head left and right.
‘Huh…?’
This wasn’t the carriage.
She was on a sofa in a lavishly decorated reception room.
“Oh, you’re awake?”
Someone spoke to Agnes as she looked around.
A young woman with brown hair and a bright, gentle beauty.
Agnes asked her, “Where am I…?”
“The Rodwick Mansion. I’m Anna, and I work here. What’s your name?”
“…….”
Agnes hesitated and couldn’t answer right away. Then, startled by the feel of velvet against her palm, she leapt off the sofa.
“What’s wrong?”
“I—I shouldn’t sit on the sofa.”
In the carriage, she’d sat across from Blake only because he’d told her to, to stay in his sight.
But Blake wasn’t here now.
“Hm?”
Under Anna’s puzzled gaze, Agnes walked across the room and settled beside the bucket holding fireplace ash.
“I’m dirty, so I’ll sit here.”
“What…?”
For a moment, Anna doubted her ears and widened her eyes.
She’d thought the shy child was wary of a stranger—but instead came this utterly baffling remark.
‘What kind of child says something like that?’
She’d heard Jed brought back a child sold at a slave market, but what treatment had led her to call herself dirty and sit in such a place?
She should probably get the child back on the sofa first.
But Anna stopped in her tracks after only a few steps.
A thunderous rumble had just erupted from the child’s stomach.
“Are you hungry?”
“…….”
At Anna’s question, Agnes lowered her head deeply and said nothing.
She really was too embarrassed to speak.
‘I’m so embarrassed. I haven’t eaten anything since yesterday…’
She’d eaten nothing since waking in the attic.
Though her stomach felt glued to her spine, of all times, it had to growl like that in front of a stranger…
“Hmm…”
Meanwhile, Anna watched the crouching Agnes and pondered.
Should she get her seated on the sofa first, or feed her first?
Judging by how tightly the child hugged her knees, she probably wouldn’t budge easily.
“I’ll go get you something to eat. Can you wait here alone for a bit? It’d be even better if you waited on the sofa, though.”
With that, Anna left the reception room.
Now that the room was quiet, Agnes had a chance to assess her situation.
‘I fell asleep in the carriage. That was a mistake.’
Not only had she offended him, but she’d also dozed off.
At this rate, if the duke decided she was useless and cast her out, she’d have no argument.
‘I can’t be thrown out. At least… not until I’m old enough to survive on my own.’
The outside world was too harsh for a seven-year-old to live alone.
In a world where orphans were routinely sold into slavery or starved to death, she needed the duke’s protection.
‘I’ll need to be at least fourteen to find work that earns real money. Until then, I mustn’t reveal I’m a Ltiom. After that, I’ll leave and find somewhere with no connection to dukes.’
Clutch. Her grip tightened on her own arm.
Just then, another voice entered the reception room where Agnes sat alone.
“Hey.”
“…….”
“Can’t you hear me?”
Lost in thought, she hadn’t heard.
Only when irritation seeped into the voice did Agnes realize someone was standing before her.
“Y-yes, I hear you!”
She snapped her head up—and through her hair saw a boy dressed in fine clothing.
Sharp red eyes and neatly combed black hair.
The handsome boy, resembling Duke Rodwick, looked two or three years older than she was.
‘Ah.’
Agnes instantly recognized who he was.
A presence coiled near her heart.
‘He’s an ability user.’
Given his appearance and attire, he was likely Duke Rodwick’s son.
Confirming her suspicion, the boy glared down at her and scowled.
“Father brought home another useless thing, huh.”
Agnes paid special attention to the word “another.”
Had Duke Rodwick brought other children here before?
“Hey.”
“…Me?”
“Who else would be here?”
There was more to consider.
From the boy’s tone and demeanor, he clearly wasn’t friendly toward her.
Shouldn’t she try to make a good impression on Duke Rodwick’s son?
Just as Agnes parted her dry lips to speak—
Male lead says he’s pregnant — and it’s female lead’s child
Something seems a bit off about this world.
Wang Zhao thought as she watched a pregnant man walking towards her…
Intro
Female lead finds herself in a world where the men who possess the ability to bear children.
As she navigates this unfamiliar reality, she is caught off guard by the sudden appearance of her boyfriend, who reveals that he is pregnant.
Is this truly her boyfriend?
Why can’t she recall any details about their time together?
She begins to doubt whether the child her boyfriend is carrying is even hers.
Is there a hidden reason behind her amnesia, or could it be a side effect of her sudden arrival in this strange new world?
Just when it seems the protagonist’s life couldn’t become any more entangled, her ex-boyfriend makes an unexpected appearance, raising questions about the protagonist’s past.
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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. Oh no! An enemy. How did she get discovered so fast?
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“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?
“Did you forget I was going to give you to monsters? Leave me. If you run until
As expected.. You are 9y.o. , just how big of a genius do you think you are? 🤣
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Kitsune
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.