Chapter 2
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Shortly after my birthday, my aunt and uncle took me out of this small room, and suddenly, I was given a proper bedroom and clothes. No matter what, I didn’t want to go back to the small room, so I did whatever I was told.
This was the start of my first terrible dream.
A day not long after I left the small room, I wore a wig to cover my black hair and sneaked into a victory party at the Imperial Palace.
“See that boy over there, right? Go and give this drink to him.”
“…yes, a-aunt.”
“It’s good for the body, so you definitely have to give it to him. Alright?”
The person I was directed to was not a boy, but not an adult either. He looked probably about 17 years old.
His name was Abel Durndevre.
In fact, I didn’t quite understand.
The butler taught me that the ‘Eblanc family’, that had given birth to me, had enemies.
The Grand Duke of Durndevre, called the head of the devil, was said to be a great sinner against El-Hala’s will and followed the devil’s religion. No, I think it was even said that he was the center of the devil’s religion.
The Eblanc family, on the other hand, listens to the word of God and carries it out.
It was said that the Durndevres had sold their souls to the devil.
So they were labeled as villains no matter what kind of person they were in actuality. The devil was the archenemy of God, and therefore, the devil’s family Durndevre was the archenemy of the Eblancs.
The butler instilled this fact into me as if it was an irrefutable truth.
In hindsight, I should have thought for a moment as to why they would give the much-hated Durndevre’s second son a drink. But at that time I really couldn’t think straight due to my fear of my aunt.
I’ll get in trouble if I don’t do as I’m told. I’ll get hit again.
“Excuse me, This…..”
“Huh? Are you giving it to me?”
“Yeah.”
“Thank you.”
Abel was impressive with red hair that shone like the sun in stark contrast to my black hair. He had gleaming eyes and an unrestrained smile.
But Abel, who drank the beverage I gave him as a young child without any doubt, coughed up blood on the spot.
“Cough! Kugh…!”
“….!”
Crimson red blood gushed out like a fountain.
I still get goosebumps every time I thought of him convulsing and bleeding from all seven orfices.
While everyone was startled, I managed to escape from the spot and returned to my aunt.
At that time, my aunt accused me.
“Murderer.”
Although I’d done that because my aunt had told me to.
The face laughing at me was no different from a monster’s.
She shouted nervously, “Did you really kill him?” “No matter how stupid you are, to think you were that stupid.”
And a few months later, I found out exactly what I had done.
The outbreak of the Great War.
All the families who followed and worshiped the devil centering around the Durndevre family took up their swords to avenge Abel. They declared war on all who believed in El-Hala, saying they couldn’t have not known the Eblanc family would poison Abel.
The Eblanc family, the Holy Knights, and the Congregation fought against them
Countless people were sacrificed.
In order to block the power of the furious devils, the holy knights stepped forward and gave their lives.
‘Finally, I found out that it was a war started by my uncle on purpose.’
My uncle obviously knew it would lead to war although I couldn’t figure out why he would want to start one.
‘I don’t even want to call him uncle.’
I’d never called him uncle in my whole life.
To me, he was just Count Eblanc.
What made me even angrier was that nothing changed about me after using me like that, reverted back to being locked up in the Eblanc mansion. For a long time. For a really long time.
Without being able to go out into the outside world.
The family fell, and I was weakened to the point of near-death. The feeling of guilt that it was all because of me swallowed me whole, and around that time, I started seeing hallucinations.
‘The best thing about it was the climax, of course.’
If my dream had ended there, I wouldn’t have been able to make any plans.
But thankfully, the dream continued.
Outside, I saw a world that was irreparably broken and in the middle of the ruins, stood a man. Feeling my presence, he slowly turned his head soullessly. The scarlet eyes that glittered like glass beads filled with undying ember looked straight at me.
The scene was so heartbreaking it almost brought me to tears.
And the words that came out of the adult’s open mouth were something I could never forget.
“So, you’re my daughter.”
I undeniably looked like him.
Black hair and scarlet eyes. Even the nose, chin, and lips bore a striking resemblance to my own features. And in that moment, I realized my biological father was Grand Duke Durndevre.
In other words, my mom’s beloved partner was the Grand Duke of the antagonistic family.
Only then could I guess why Count Eblanc kept my existence a secret. He never, ever wanted me to meet my biological father.
‘After all, I murdered my half-brother with my own hands, knowing nothing of this.’
The first dream ended there.
In my second dream, I refused to do anything that I was told to do.
‘And not long after that, the Count killed me.’
Stab.
The feeling of being stabbed by my uncle sword that was as big as myself remain vivid in my memory.
It was either kill or be killed.
So full of despair was my future, even though at this moment, I was merely a five-year-old.
‘I hate sharp things.’
I shuddered when I thought of my second dream.
Count Eblanc deliberately threw my corpse, which had been torn apart by a hound, to the doorstep of the Durndevres family. And since it was a dream, I could see my own corpse, and how nauseating it looked. It still gives me chills thinking about it.
It was plainly murder fueled by resentment. After that, well, there’s nothing to explain. Another war broke out.
‘The third dream was…’
At the very least it was the most ordinary one.
I cleverly figured out my maid’s weaknesses and provoked her.
The maid, who unbearably hated me, grabbed me and dragged me to the laundry room on the morning of the victory party. That’s where she roughly bathed me to vent all her misgivings.
But in that moment, I ran away from the mansion.
The opening I found in a wall was small, but my body was much smaller, so I was able to crawl my way out.
I then started living on the streets since I could never go to an orphanage for fear that House Eblanc would find me. Even so, I could not enter the back alley which was full of thugs, I was too young. So what I chose to do was to find a master who had little compassion and work.
I sold the expensive clothes that I wore at a low bargain and bought clothes that looked like commoners with the money I received.
People would never think I was a daughter of a noble family.
A common commoner orphan, that was me.
Regularly wiping the dust off the shop floor with my small hands, it became known that I never stole anything and worked diligently. Later on, I was promoted to an important managerial role in charge of checkout and inventory management in several stores.
The third dream was so long and tiring I tossed and turned, wanting to wake up.
‘And lastly, the fourth dream.’
It was a bit special and short.
My biological father patted my head and comforted me.
A husky and warm voice called me ‘Mel’ although my name was ‘Mia’.
Mel.
Somehow, this syllable sounded incomparibly sweet. I woke up from my dream just as soon as I heard this name.
I was accustomed to pain. But it was very strange to feel ticklish in my heart like that. My mother died because of me, so why does my father care about me? That was just ridiculous. It must be a trap.
“Such nithe tings cawnt hapwen to me.”
With beads of cold sweat dripping down my body, I pulled on a torn blanket, covered my body, and curled up. This was my life and it would be fine as long as it doesn’t get any worse.
I decided not to let the first or second future nor whatever else I saw come true.
But if what I saw really was the future, if it was really one of the many futures…
Maybe I can run away from here.
My plan was simple.
For sure, I needed a guardian because I’m a baby.
My biological father was the enemy of the Eblanc family, so I figured he would definitely help me if I visited him and told him about their weaknesses or bad plans.
Couldn’t I just let him know that Abel is in danger of getting killed? Except that I was the one who would be used to kill him.
‘And in my dreams, my dad never threatened me. I wasn’t scared.’
I would have to on that kindness I experienced very briefly in the last dream.
‘If the devil has a god, please, I pray to you, let my Dad be a kind person.’
I won’t ask you to raise me. But I don’t want to face a terrible ending.
I forcefully put strength into my small shoulders and stuck out my baby-like little fingers one by one.
1. I sell my uncle’s evil plans to my dad.
2. Charge him child support fees plus information costs.
3. Ask him to help find an agency or hire someone to protect me while I’m still a kid.
4. Bravely find a way to live somewhere else with money!
The only problem was this baby-like pronunciation, but it’ll work out well because I practiced hard.
I clenched my small fist.
Chapter 2
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Shortly after my birthday, my aunt and uncle took me out of this small room, and suddenly, I was given a proper bedroom and clothes. No matter what, I didn’t want to go back to the small room, so I did whatever I was told.
This was the start of my first terrible dream.
A day not long after I left the small room, I wore a wig to cover my black hair and sneaked into a victory party at the Imperial Palace.
“See that boy over there, right? Go and give this drink to him.”
“…yes, a-aunt.”
“It’s good for the body, so you definitely have to give it to him. Alright?”
The person I was directed to was not a boy, but not an adult either. He looked probably about 17 years old.
His name was Abel Durndevre.
In fact, I didn’t quite understand.
The butler taught me that the ‘Eblanc family’, that had given birth to me, had enemies.
The Grand Duke of Durndevre, called the head of the devil, was said to be a great sinner against El-Hala’s will and followed the devil’s religion. No, I think it was even said that he was the center of the devil’s religion.
The Eblanc family, on the other hand, listens to the word of God and carries it out.
It was said that the Durndevres had sold their souls to the devil.
So they were labeled as villains no matter what kind of person they were in actuality. The devil was the archenemy of God, and therefore, the devil’s family Durndevre was the archenemy of the Eblancs.
The butler instilled this fact into me as if it was an irrefutable truth.
In hindsight, I should have thought for a moment as to why they would give the much-hated Durndevre’s second son a drink. But at that time I really couldn’t think straight due to my fear of my aunt.
I’ll get in trouble if I don’t do as I’m told. I’ll get hit again.
“Excuse me, This…..”
“Huh? Are you giving it to me?”
“Yeah.”
“Thank you.”
Abel was impressive with red hair that shone like the sun in stark contrast to my black hair. He had gleaming eyes and an unrestrained smile.
But Abel, who drank the beverage I gave him as a young child without any doubt, coughed up blood on the spot.
“Cough! Kugh…!”
“….!”
Crimson red blood gushed out like a fountain.
I still get goosebumps every time I thought of him convulsing and bleeding from all seven orfices.
While everyone was startled, I managed to escape from the spot and returned to my aunt.
At that time, my aunt accused me.
“Murderer.”
Although I’d done that because my aunt had told me to.
The face laughing at me was no different from a monster’s.
She shouted nervously, “Did you really kill him?” “No matter how stupid you are, to think you were that stupid.”
And a few months later, I found out exactly what I had done.
The outbreak of the Great War.
All the families who followed and worshiped the devil centering around the Durndevre family took up their swords to avenge Abel. They declared war on all who believed in El-Hala, saying they couldn’t have not known the Eblanc family would poison Abel.
The Eblanc family, the Holy Knights, and the Congregation fought against them
Countless people were sacrificed.
In order to block the power of the furious devils, the holy knights stepped forward and gave their lives.
‘Finally, I found out that it was a war started by my uncle on purpose.’
My uncle obviously knew it would lead to war although I couldn’t figure out why he would want to start one.
‘I don’t even want to call him uncle.’
I’d never called him uncle in my whole life.
To me, he was just Count Eblanc.
What made me even angrier was that nothing changed about me after using me like that, reverted back to being locked up in the Eblanc mansion. For a long time. For a really long time.
Without being able to go out into the outside world.
The family fell, and I was weakened to the point of near-death. The feeling of guilt that it was all because of me swallowed me whole, and around that time, I started seeing hallucinations.
‘The best thing about it was the climax, of course.’
If my dream had ended there, I wouldn’t have been able to make any plans.
But thankfully, the dream continued.
Outside, I saw a world that was irreparably broken and in the middle of the ruins, stood a man. Feeling my presence, he slowly turned his head soullessly. The scarlet eyes that glittered like glass beads filled with undying ember looked straight at me.
The scene was so heartbreaking it almost brought me to tears.
And the words that came out of the adult’s open mouth were something I could never forget.
“So, you’re my daughter.”
I undeniably looked like him.
Black hair and scarlet eyes. Even the nose, chin, and lips bore a striking resemblance to my own features. And in that moment, I realized my biological father was Grand Duke Durndevre.
In other words, my mom’s beloved partner was the Grand Duke of the antagonistic family.
Only then could I guess why Count Eblanc kept my existence a secret. He never, ever wanted me to meet my biological father.
‘After all, I murdered my half-brother with my own hands, knowing nothing of this.’
The first dream ended there.
In my second dream, I refused to do anything that I was told to do.
‘And not long after that, the Count killed me.’
Stab.
The feeling of being stabbed by my uncle sword that was as big as myself remain vivid in my memory.
It was either kill or be killed.
So full of despair was my future, even though at this moment, I was merely a five-year-old.
‘I hate sharp things.’
I shuddered when I thought of my second dream.
Count Eblanc deliberately threw my corpse, which had been torn apart by a hound, to the doorstep of the Durndevres family. And since it was a dream, I could see my own corpse, and how nauseating it looked. It still gives me chills thinking about it.
It was plainly murder fueled by resentment. After that, well, there’s nothing to explain. Another war broke out.
‘The third dream was…’
At the very least it was the most ordinary one.
I cleverly figured out my maid’s weaknesses and provoked her.
The maid, who unbearably hated me, grabbed me and dragged me to the laundry room on the morning of the victory party. That’s where she roughly bathed me to vent all her misgivings.
But in that moment, I ran away from the mansion.
The opening I found in a wall was small, but my body was much smaller, so I was able to crawl my way out.
I then started living on the streets since I could never go to an orphanage for fear that House Eblanc would find me. Even so, I could not enter the back alley which was full of thugs, I was too young. So what I chose to do was to find a master who had little compassion and work.
I sold the expensive clothes that I wore at a low bargain and bought clothes that looked like commoners with the money I received.
People would never think I was a daughter of a noble family.
A common commoner orphan, that was me.
Regularly wiping the dust off the shop floor with my small hands, it became known that I never stole anything and worked diligently. Later on, I was promoted to an important managerial role in charge of checkout and inventory management in several stores.
The third dream was so long and tiring I tossed and turned, wanting to wake up.
‘And lastly, the fourth dream.’
It was a bit special and short.
My biological father patted my head and comforted me.
A husky and warm voice called me ‘Mel’ although my name was ‘Mia’.
Mel.
Somehow, this syllable sounded incomparibly sweet. I woke up from my dream just as soon as I heard this name.
I was accustomed to pain. But it was very strange to feel ticklish in my heart like that. My mother died because of me, so why does my father care about me? That was just ridiculous. It must be a trap.
“Such nithe tings cawnt hapwen to me.”
With beads of cold sweat dripping down my body, I pulled on a torn blanket, covered my body, and curled up. This was my life and it would be fine as long as it doesn’t get any worse.
I decided not to let the first or second future nor whatever else I saw come true.
But if what I saw really was the future, if it was really one of the many futures…
Maybe I can run away from here.
My plan was simple.
For sure, I needed a guardian because I’m a baby.
My biological father was the enemy of the Eblanc family, so I figured he would definitely help me if I visited him and told him about their weaknesses or bad plans.
Couldn’t I just let him know that Abel is in danger of getting killed? Except that I was the one who would be used to kill him.
‘And in my dreams, my dad never threatened me. I wasn’t scared.’
I would have to on that kindness I experienced very briefly in the last dream.
‘If the devil has a god, please, I pray to you, let my Dad be a kind person.’
I won’t ask you to raise me. But I don’t want to face a terrible ending.
I forcefully put strength into my small shoulders and stuck out my baby-like little fingers one by one.
1. I sell my uncle’s evil plans to my dad.
2. Charge him child support fees plus information costs.
3. Ask him to help find an agency or hire someone to protect me while I’m still a kid.
4. Bravely find a way to live somewhere else with money!
The only problem was this baby-like pronunciation, but it’ll work out well because I practiced hard.
I clenched my small fist.
