“What? What are you talking about??”

Mia was baffled.

The existence of a child who wants to be scolded in this world.

A fierce reaction from the girl caused the little child’s eyes to well up with tears.

“Ivonne… Mom scolds me all the time. But she’s my real mom, so she won’t kick me out. Is that why…?”

The girl’s mouth gaped at the child’s words.

It was nonsense.

“…My goodness. Why would you think that? Who would kick you out? Really, never, never! I guarantee it!”

“Ivonne. I’ve been a bad child all day. But she won’t scold me because I’m not her real daughter. It’s different with Ivonne.”

The child seemed to have no intention of listening.

Although she knew the child had always been stubborn, she never expected it to manifest like this.

However,

‘I can’t tell her that she can’t be kicked out because she’s a saint.’

What the innocent child wanted was simply to be scolded for leaving food or not doing homework. Ah, maybe eating snacks as if it’s a meal?

Mia, who knew exactly, finally started to use her head.

“Sigh, fine, Ivonne. If you’re so suspicious, then do as I tell you.”

This is what’s called, creating a delinquent Ivonne.

Writing on the wall, bursting pillows to let feathers fly, messing with toys, spilling juice on the carpet, etc.

The child spread out all sorts of scoldworthy actions.

‘This should anger her dull personality.’

Now, all that was needed was for Lucia to come up to this room.

However,

“Oh, oh, how, how do I…?”

But before Lucia could come up, Ivonne seemed flustered as if the fire had dropped on her feet.

The bedroom, dirtied to an annoying extent to anyone’s eyes.

“Tsk, you have to do this much if you want to be scolded. You wanted it, right?”

Mia quickly took a deep breath, and as if inducing floor noise, she began to stomp around.

It was the sound calling Lucia.

“Ah, sister, no, quiet, quietly…!”

In the end, the helpless Ivonne began to move her small hands quickly and started putting the feathers back into the pillow.

And then finally, the door opened.

“I can’t…! I can’t!!”

The child hugged the pillow and ran to close the door, but unfortunately, she tripped, and the feathers poured on Lucia’s face.

“…”

As the foglike feathers settled, the view that became visible.

Lucia, who saw it, said nothing.

The sight made Mia cautiously glance around the room.

Mia’s clumsy drawings scribbled on the wallpaper, small feathers stuck in juice, crumpled quilts scattered everywhere.

‘…Did I go too far?’

However, even noticing Mia’s feelings, Lucia was just recalling the words written in a childcare book right now.

‘First, when a child makes a mistake, empathize with them. So,’

“…It’s a great, mural, right?”

“Uwaaaaah!”

Eventually, the praise made Ivonne’s cry burst out.

“It’s not me again! It’s bad Mia! What do I do…?”

As Ivonne cried and blamed, Mia was quite choked up.

And somehow, she felt the need to make the woman in front of her angry.

The girl glared at the dull Lucia and swept the top of the dresser with her arm.

As a result, a vase fell and the floor became wet.

“Even like this?”

“……?”

Once again, Lucia just stared, so Mia tore the curtains off the bedroom.

“Even like this!?”

‘Why is she doing that?’

Lucia just rolled her eyes, unable to grasp the girl’s strange behavior.

‘Was working in the palace more tiring than I thought?’

In fact, Lucia not getting angry was due to her lack of life experience.

That means she didn’t expect to clean up the mess that had spread.

So rather, the one who was angry at this moment was Ivonne’s small fist clutching the swab.

“You can’t! Stop it. Mia, you’re bad. Stop it!”

“Ah, ow. Why are you doing this! You stay still! Lucia, you too. With all this mess, don’t you feel anything? Why aren’t you angry!”

Mia ran around the bedroom avoiding Ivonne’s swab, and the feathers flying chaotically turned the room into a nest.

Lucia, who was watching, was still assessing the situation.

Get angry? For what reason?

But more than that question,

“Stop. Assume horse stance. Execute.”
The stern tone of Lucia’s voice momentarily halted the children’s fidgeting gestures.

Then Nia, sensing something, grumbled.

“……Ready…….”

“……What? What’s a riding posture?”

Ignoring Mia’s question, Nia glanced around and moved to a corner to assume a riding posture.

‘What, what is this? A punishment? This isn’t a typical reprimand, is it? What does she know?’

Perhaps because she saw Vernon, Gilly, and Hiss do it every day, Nia was familiar with the posture.

Puzzled, Mia went over and awkwardly followed suit.

Then Lucia, who had been sternly observing, finally nodded her head.

‘In any case, friends shouldn’t fight.’

Watching her mother take out a watch to time them, Nia bowed her head.

Then, trembling with her small arms and legs in the difficult riding posture, she finally revealed her front teeth in a satisfied grin.

Strangely, someday she will blush at the memory of this day.