Reforming the Villain Family (5 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 181

A week before the ritual. In a deserted alleyway, a notably large man trudged in with heavy steps.

The middle-aged man who had guided him there halted before a house that looked exceedingly old. Its roof had faded with time, and yellowish moss clung to its walls.

“Has no one lived here since then?”

“Well… honestly, I wouldn’t know much myself. Though it’s my hometown, I left sixteen years ago. I’m only back briefly because of some business nearby…”

The man clicked his tongue, glancing around.

“I never expected it to become such a ruin. It doesn’t sit well with me.”

Despite these words, the middle-aged man didn’t seem truly sorrowful.

He had come to visit his hometown and happened to meet a stranger who asked him many questions about it, causing long-suppressed memories to pour out without pause.

“This place was always shabby. So a poor, husbandless widow must’ve moved in alone. Thinking back now, she really was an odd woman in many ways. Her skin was snow-white, and rumors flew everywhere—she was a half-breed from foreign lands across the sea, or perhaps the daughter of a fallen noble from those parts. But since she never confirmed anything herself, who could’ve known the truth?”

“…”

“Then, suddenly, she had a child and lived in utter silence for a while, as if dead to the world. She received no visitors. Ah, right—she worked as a prostitute. People even doubted whether she’d really had a child or not, but I know for certain. My wife helped her deliver the baby.”

“…”

“Tsk, but that woman’s life was truly tragic. She’d told me she wanted to work hard for her child’s sake and asked me to find her a job. I told her to start the next day—but the child died the very next day.”

At the word “died,” the man wavered for a moment.

Unaware, the middle-aged man kept recounting the sorrowful tale of the woman he remembered, clicking his tongue in pity yet showing no real concern.

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