I looked at the leader, filled with suspicion, and inwardly tilted my head. Upon reflection, the boy who had gripped my hand earlier had surprisingly strong grip strength, with no visible injuries or scars.

“The atmosphere feels suspicious,” I thought as I stared at the defiant leader boy, blinking.
I stared at the defiant leader boy, tilting my head slightly, and then blinked. Perhaps it was the sunlight, but his bluish hair kept shifting in shades, sometimes appearing brown and then back to bluish.

“For now… let’s try to open these kids’ hearts, and set my original goal straight,” I thought to myself.

I took a few steps back and then gestured discreetly to the maid sister. After that, I leaned in close to her ear and whispered carefully, revealing my sinister inner thoughts.
At that moment, I saw the maid sister, Deldri, widen her eyes.

“How could you even think such a thing?” she exclaimed.

I nodded in response.

Tears welled up in Deldri’s eyes, and she hastily wiped them away with the back of her hand, perhaps worried about losing her composure. But I could see it clearly.

“It’s just that you’re… like a little soft bean cake, so admirable…”

I wondered if there was any need to cry, but Deldri nodded vigorously with a moved expression.

The chefs from the Mirmod family’s kitchen appeared in the orphanage. They entered confidently, carrying large bags of flour and butter, and respectfully bowed their heads at a 90-degree angle to me.

“We greet Lady Sien!”

As I blushed and felt embarrassed, they chuckled softly.
However, true to their professionalism, they not only adored me but also tidied up the kitchen, filling it with bread and butter. All of this was witnessed by the orphanage children, and they exchanged glances while watching me.

I chuckled to myself, remembering today’s plan.

It was none other than “Sien’s Daily Bakery”!

The conversation I had earlier with the orphanage director came to mind.

“Mirmod… a noble family’s heir?”
She quickly knelt down. I clapped my hands towards her and said,

“You want to create a daily bakery here for the Gypsies? Making bread together with the children and giving it away to the Gypsies for free… Is that the idea?”

“Yes! The reward is on Sien!”

“We might need a few pastries…”

I said with a cheerful smile.

“We’ll bring them from home!”
“Haah, it would be nice if the children could become friends through this opportunity.”

“Really? Will the kids become well-behaved?”

The daycare center director replied to my words with a bitter smile, as if she were someone with a hidden secret.

I thought she wouldn’t reveal it to me, so I focused on my own plans.

To be precise, here is my plan:

In the prison, young people are encouraged to make bread as part of their rehabilitation.
There is research that shows making and eating bread not only gives a sense of accomplishment and improves mood but also reduces aggression.

From what I’ve heard, the children at the Gypsy daycare center are said to have a lot of information since they roam around various neighborhoods.

So, getting closer to them through this plan and making them a source of information in the long run is a good idea.

If the rumor spreads that we’re giving away free bread at this daycare center, the chances of shamans visiting here would be high.
According to the original work, the words of Melodia, this shaman is a hungry individual who lives in the back alleys.

So, as planned, Acid, Ted, the daycare center director, and the maids gathered in the kitchen.

While the Patisiers were diligently transporting ingredients, these individuals, limited in their praises of me, were acting as if they were currying favor with me.

I stepped back hesitantly.

“Someone so tender-hearted has such a noble thought.”

“And at such a young age…”

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“It seems you were concerned after witnessing the children at the daycare center fighting earlier.”

“I didn’t think it would affect me so much, but as the director, it’s made me reflect. Even though they’re just children…”

In their conversation, I was portrayed and packaged as something like a “saint helping children with their rehabilitation and reform by creating a daily bakery due to concerns about violence.”

Especially Acid…

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“I also lived on the streets, but Siyan picked me up.”

The voice was so loud that even the boys who were watching us from afar, including the ones who bullied the captain, could hear it.

I nervously stroked my tangled hair and covered my reddened face. It seemed like I had blushed too much due to excessive exaggeration.

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No one in the room paid attention, but there were some who were deeply impressed here, excessively so.

It was Pat and Matt, who were tasked with monitoring Siyan at Matthias’ command.

Pat and Matt saw and heard everything Siyan did.

They scrutinized every word as well.

And they couldn’t hide their amazement all day today.

How could this be?
That little child, the daughter of the greatest villain, Matthias Mirmord, from the villainous family!

Not only did she save the orphanage children, but she also gave away bread for free.

As villains, they had never witnessed such a purifying sight before.

But they swallowed their saliva. They were by no means such inept villains to be swayed by the charitable acts of a child with pigtails.

It was only when Pat and Matt finally regained their composure and bit down on the inside of their cheeks.
Siene, who had rushed over, firmly grasped the hand of the young leader.

Pat and Matt watched with wide-open eyes.

They wondered if Siene, the daughter of Matthias, might mock and insult the young leader, who had insulted and mocked herself.

If she was that ‘Matthias’ daughter, she would be able to insult with venom. He was the kind of person who could kill with words and with a knife.
The memories of Matthias defeating the demons when the demon gate opened came coldly to Pat and Matt’s minds.

But… Siene was different.

“Leader!”

With a cheerful smile, she reached out her hand to the young leader first.

Could it be that she’s trying to reconcile with this young leader?

They both thought that simultaneously, unaware of each other’s thoughts, and hastily cleared their throats.
However, thoughts that unconsciously arose and the actual words spoken can be quite different.

“Well, I’ve never been fond of kids.”

When Pat, who didn’t realize that he had stumbled over his words, mumbled,

“…Um… yeah. I feel the same way.”

Matt, who didn’t realize he had struggled with his speech, continued with the next words.
Their inner selves, still tainted by evil, calmly ignored this fact. Pat and Matt made an effort to maintain their wicked expressions and muttered slowly, one after the other.

At this moment, they didn’t know consciously that they were trying to continue disliking Sienn, their last stronghold.

Once this stronghold crumbled… they couldn’t predict what would happen.

They fixed their gaze on Sienn.
However, something they hadn’t noticed while staring at Sienn all this time suddenly came to mind.

“That kid they call the captain.”

“Huh?”

“Doesn’t it feel familiar?”

As they looked at each other, their expressions twisted. Having traveled far and wide, they should have known who it was. However, they couldn’t recall.

It was undoubtedly a familiar face… but it seemed like someone had painted it pitch black in their minds.