And even the last young maid who spent time with her was old enough not to be called a child.
In other words, there was no connection in her life that could be linked to a child.
She had rushed to save the saint, but she had no knowledge at all about how to deal with the child.
Lucia, whose thoughts had stopped, stood still and looked down at the child.
Worn cloth stained with time.
Hair tangled with filthy feathers soiled with filth.
A child trembling so much that it could not be distinguished whether it was cold or fear.
The pitiful appearance of such a child was so miserable that she thought she had the right to resent God more than anyone else born into the world.
Lucia looked at the lantern in her hand.
The only light in this place.
When the sound of the lantern being placed in front of her was heard, the child was startled and retreated further into the corner.
Lucia suddenly remembered a child she had picked up from the battlefield when she was seventeen.
The situation was similar, but even that child was older than the saint.
‘His……. Now he must be around 18 years old.’
The eccentric guy who became her squad member with his innate talent passed through her mind.
As she sat silently in front of the child, thinking about this and that, there was a rustling sound.
Perhaps, since Lucia had just been watching for a long time, the hidden child lowered the cloth she had been covering to see the situation.
And finally, one clear eye that had been hidden by long hair met hers.
“……Mom?”
Lucia’s body stiffened for a moment.
She remembered the clear golden eyes from her memory and the last words that child said before letting go of her hand.
[Star Icon]Imperial Year 4.
Geruachi Province, an orphanage in a small rural village.
Late at night, when all the lights were out.
The moonlight came through the worn window and illuminated the full room of 2story beds.
And from somewhere on the edge of those beds came a small groan.
On the first floor of the bed where the sound came from, a small blackhaired girl seemed to be having a nightmare, with cold sweat on her round forehead.
Squeak
It was the sound from the second floor of the bed where the blackhaired child was lying.
The shabby bed shook a little, and a girl who looked about 10 years old came down skillfully and approached the little child.
“Annie, wake up. Annie.”
The girl, who looked quite neat for growing up in an orphanage, whispered into the ear of the dreaming child and carefully woke her up.
“……Hu, Huaa!”
“Shh.”
“……Si, Sister.”
“Yes. That’s right. It’s Mia, your sister. Did you have another nightmare?”
The child who had been sweating in sleep woke up in shock, but a girl named Mia seemed familiar with such a child and comforted her.
“…….”
Though still a young child and unable to pronounce properly, Ani knew the word nightmare.
However, she could not tell whether it was a good dream or a bad dream, so she gave no reply.
The dream was precisely of her mother coming to find her in a splendid carriage.
A nightmare, yet the happiest dream.
“Now.”
Mia extended her hand.
The reason the girl naturally reached out her hand was due to the child’s habit of desperately holding her small hand after always dreaming.
Having wandered through many orphanages, Mia met many children with this habit.
From what she had observed, losing the warmth of a mother’s hand was one of the habits that developed when a child was abandoned here.
But strangely enough, Ani had been abandoned since birth and lived here all her life.
“……Get scolded.”
Ani spoke, seeming to worry about Mia lying next to her.
In the orphanage, there was a rule that even in such a small and shabby place, everyone had to use different beds.
A somewhat cruel rule, but it was to prevent children who would someday leave the orphanage from becoming attached to each other.
“Don’t worry. When you fall asleep again, I’ll go back to my place.”
“……Uhm.”
The child nodded weakly, as if tired.
“Ani, was today’s work that hard?”
Mia, who felt Ani fidgeting with her hand as if having trouble falling asleep again, quietly asked.
“……The vile trash director. Filling the void by using a young child like you since I’m getting adopted by the Lady Countess.”
Mia’s harsh words seemed to express her guilt, perhaps because Ani had to take her place due to her impending adoption tomorrow.
“When I succeed someday, I’ll come to get you. It won’t take long, so hang in there until then. We’ll definitely meet again.”
At Mia’s vow mixed with guilt and anger, Ani just nodded her head slightly.
“And I told you, right? When the bratty village kids bully you, throw the shovel at them. Got it? They’re really nothing.”
‘Dirty Ani! Smelly Ani!’
At Mia’s words, the sound of the village children mocking her echoed vividly in Ani’s mind, and she closed her eyes tightly.
The orphanage in this small village had made the children do the village’s menial work when the sponsorship from Count Geruachi waned.
It was the job of cleaning the communal toilet in the village, a job even the adults detested and avoided, but it was the best job to entrust to the pitiful children who had lost their parents.
The village children, who resembled their parents in such ways, always went there to torment the orphanage children.
“Sigh. You’re too nice to do it properly. Go to sleep.”
Mia pretended to sleep, closing her eyes as if showing off.
As soon as Ani, holding her hand, closed her eyes, Mia, who had been harshly swearing, opened her eyes again and looked at the child with a worried expression.
Ani knew, even with her eyes closed, that Mia was worried about her.
However, more than what Mia was worrying about, the fact that there was no one to hold her empty hand now was what made Ani feel lonely.
But Ani believed.
Mia, the smartest person she knew, had said once that dreams are the opposite.
Though she had lost her mother’s hand in her dreams many times, someday she would appear before her and firmly hold her hand together.
So even if she was always sad and missed her, this was not a nightmare.
When yandere male lead believes she loves him — but she never did
“How dare you!”
“How dare you make me love you, only to cast me aside as nothing more than a friend?!?
“I will never accept that.”
“I will never let you return to him.”
“Even if I have to burn myself to ashes.”
“Even if I must shatter my purity, my dignity, my very soul.”
“I will never let you escape me!”
This was the first novel that introduced me to the matriarchal genre. I’ve read it three times already!
At first, the male lead despised the female lead. Later, he misunderstood that she liked him, so he condescendingly and reluctantly reciprocated her feelings.
Then, he suddenly discovered that she was kind to everyone in the same way, and there was already someone she cherished in her heart, and that person was not him.
The male lead couldn’t believe it, he became angry and crazy. He was determined to capture her body and heart by any means necessary.
Synopsis:
Want to see how a green tea bitch male lead falls in love with the female lead?
Want to see how he flirtatiously pursues the female lead?
Want to see how he gets slapped in the face repeatedly?
The male lead is a green tea bitch, a poisonous lotus, jealous, ruthless, unscrupulous, with a venomous heart, and he’s also a delusional maniac.
The female lead is righteous, positive energy-filled, kind, a holy mother.
Let’s see how two people with extreme personalities come together~
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