Isabella hung her head with a gloomy face.

Isabella only mingled with the young children, who were seven years old, for a reason.

She didn’t want to rely solely on Casius’s popularity by playing hero in front of them.

However, the children of Isabella’s age, who were just beginning to learn about the world, would not deal with her.

They wouldn’t listen to her and only sent cold stares.

“Isabella. Remember your lineage. No one can break your pride. You are a Lotera.”

She recalled her father’s firm and gentle voice.

Isabella clenched her fist.

“I am a Lotera.”

Isabella nodded her head vigorously.

She rushed towards the children who ignored her and chatted among themselves.

Isabella gathered her courage and blocked their way.

“Tell me the reason.”

She lifted her chin haughtily.

“If you must know, I am of Lotera’s lineage, and I am the owner of this land. If you wish to continue living on the land that my family owns, you must listen to me.”

Isabella’s faded gray eyes sparkled firmly under the sunlight.

In fact, thinking about it, this was nothing.

Hadn’t Isabella overcome death several times to get here, even with her young body?

Isabella clenched her small fist.

She did not want to rely on busylooking adults.

She should be able to handle this herself.

“I’m speaking as a Lotera. Tell me the reason.”

To create an oppressive atmosphere, Isabella’s lips tightened.

Imitating her father or grandfather, Isabella’s eyes quivered thinly.

“You’ve grown up eating and wearing nice things like a princess.”

Isabella turned her head sharply.

“While Lotera left us, my sibling starved to death. But you were wellfed and wellliving!!”

One child screamed.

“How can we hang out with a princess like you? Do you know what hunger is?”

Another child shouted.

“Do you know what dying is? Little kids might not know anything, so they idolize you! Princess, princess. But we’re not like that! While you were living well…… our family was…….”

“Who says? You, you know me that well?”

Isabella retorted with a trembling voice.

“Who says I ate well and lived well? Did you see?”

Isabella took off the headband she was wearing and threw it to the ground.

“Hungry? I know that. I chewed rocks because my stomach hurt so badly. I peeled trees and ate them too! Do you know who cut this hair? Me. I had to act like a boy to survive! I lived comfortably like a princess?”

Tears rolled down Isabella’s round cheeks.

The emotions she had been holding back burst out wildly in the face of injustice.

Isabella’s voice rose higher and higher.

The rough hand that tore her dress to reveal her neck scars was relentless.

Showing the scars on her back to the children, Isabella turned her body again.

“I came here by overcoming death!”

The children’s faces turned pale.

The maids who were taking care of Isabella also turned pale and tugged at her clothes.

Isabella pushed them away.

“And you have a mother to comb and braid your hair!”

Isabella pointed at a girl.

Once the emotions erupted, they couldn’t be controlled.

It was a feeling of running wild, out of Isabella’s control.

This emotion was unfamiliar. Isabella trembled with anger.

“I don’t know if my parents are alive or dead! Do you know what dying is? I survived by hiding in a pile of corpses. Do you know what the smell of rotting corpses is? You know what it’s like to think you’re going to die like this? You don’t know anything!!”

Isabella’s face turned bright red.

Isabella gasped for breath.

“I originally had pink eyes. They changed color when I survived death. Have you ever experienced that?”
“I, I am…….”

The children stammered as they faced Isabella’s wrath.

Their retreating eyes were filled with terror.

No one had expected Isabella to react like this.

The maids quickly surrounded the swaggering Isabella.

“Miss, you shouldn’t do this……!”

“The mistress will be upset.”

Tears burst from the maids instead.

The children exchanged glances with defeated expressions.

“……I didn’t know…….”

“Adults usually don’t tell us these things. Like how I knew nothing until right before I parted with my mother and father.”

Isabella spoke flatly.

The maids sobbed as they smoothed Isabella’s clothes.

One of the children picked up the headband that Isabella had thrown to the floor.

The child hesitated before extending it to Isabella.

“……We didn’t know.”

Isabella snatched it with a cold face.

Tears welled up in Isabella’s eyes as she looked at the ruined headband.

Isabella bit her lip.

“……I know it was hard for you too. But nobody can think as they please. Our aunt too…… our aunt suffered a lot. Our grandparents are gone, and my parents are missing. No one’s without pain…….”

The children nodded their heads with awkward faces.

They had thought it was all Rotera’s fault.

The children had thought of the situation only partially, unable to access as much knowledge as the adults.

Just entering their teens, the children judged everything by their own standards.

Thus, anger and hatred were directed towards Rotera.