Chapter 3
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I wondered how much time had passed.
Click, rattle.
I listened to the sound of the lock being released, and my ears perked up. It wasn’t the usual sound I would hear from the opening at the bottom of the door, I mean, the rice hole.
The whole door was opening.
As I sat far away, my mean uncle, who was looking down at me, approached with a disapproving look on his face. It never made a sound when I walked, but whenever my uncle took a step, the poor floor of the storage room creaked.
I looked my aunt whose lips were trembling from forcibly smiling and then my uncle whose cold eyes flashed.
After that, I cleverly squeezed out my tears and smiled brightly.
“Auntie, awngcle!”
Lowering their guard is the top priority in order to escape.
I stood up and expressed my obedience by bowing politely.
“I mishd you.”
The count’s eyes glistened cunningly at the child that was bright, helpless, and was begging to be loved.
Did they really think it would be a good idea to use me?
“Follow me.”
“Pawrdon?”
“Your residence has been changed.”
“Oh-owkay!”
What change of residence for a child, change of residence you say.
I thought so inside, but I nodded my head with tears in my eyes. Then I covered the rising corners of my mouth and pretended to sob.
At least I felt like I was a better actress than my aunt.
On this day, I was given my first set of proper clothes and a bedroom.
It was still a worn-out room, but it was luxurious compared to the warehouse wherein I was previously locked up.
There were carpets on the floor and and a bed. It wasn’t cold enough to make my bones ache, and my feet didn’t get pricked by splinters every time I walked.
I should’ve been sitting next to my aunt in the dining room, but I was still in my room during this dinner time because I refused the maids who came to wash me at the end and caused a disturbance.
“I don wan two! Don toush me!”
When I was about to go crazy, ready to bite one maid, they were finally told to leave by my aunt.
“Give that beast some time to adjust.”
As expected, Count Eblanc said this, clearly annoyed.
Thanks to my acting, I was able to sit on my own in an empty bedroom for a while.
‘What a relief.’
I fiddled with the scruffy but pretty yellow dress I was wearing. So far, things were progressing like the third dream. It was so similar to the dream that I was almost at a loss.
Will the maid bring in a meal just like in the dream? Then I have to do my best to turn the maid into my enemy, right?
My heart was pounding.
I was nervous and uneasy.
I thought I should wear something expensive to talk to the Grand Duke, so I stayed calm when they changed my clothes. If I looked like a commoner, I won’t even be able to get near him.
Well, if it didn’t work, I could just sell the dress at a pawnshop just like I did in my third dream.
The pawnshop in the back alley didn’t ask my story nor tried to do anything bad to me.
In the dream, I just discovered it by chance, but now that I thought about it, there was a big sign of the devil religion on the wall of the pawnshop.
Perhaps that was why he bought my clothes without saying anything more?
My hair color was pitch black, so maybe he thought we were on the same side.
I’m not really sure… for now, everything has to be like the dream until I run away. Please.
There was only one chance to run away from this mansion. I couldn’t miss it.
Then I’ll have to do my best to look pitiful. Even if the devil archduke was terrifying enough to actually destroy the world, he still wouldn’t kick a poor child out.
Besides, in my dream, my dad already knew I was his daughter.
I didn’t know when he found out, did he already know and did he have plans to pick me up? Anyway, they probably wouldn’t turn a blind eye to my black hair.
Even if he already knew and just chose not to get me, that would have to change because this hair color is proof. Indispensable proof that the blood of the devil flows. On top of that, the eye color was probably the same as his as well?
So I will ask for child support that you should have given, but didn’t.
I’ll raise myself, so I’m the one who deserves to receive the child support, not my aunt.
“Chwild suppowt.”
“Chwilld suppowt.”
While attempting to pronounce ‘child support’ correctly, I wagged my feet.
At that moment.
“Please eat.”
The door opened without even a knock.
She was the maid who I’d almost bit on the arm earlier and I could feel her anger when she brought and put down the food. The maid roughly set this and that, raising the corners of her trembling lips and forcing a smile.
I was a little surprised inside, but I didn’t let it show.
I-it’s really happening just like in the dream!
That maid was the one who tormented me the most in those dreams.
It may look fancy on the outside, but she would either bring a meal that has cooled down or pour a lot of water into a bowl to make a soup. She used her role of watching me to bully me like that.
As expected.
I stared at the supposed piece of meat that was still steaming and felt like throwing up because it smelled disgusting. There was mold stuck to it and even had maggots crawling below.
The very hot-looking red soup next to it had no solid ingredients. It was only boiled with spices and water, even my nose could feel how spicy it was.
Both were definitely dishes not suitable for a five year old.
In addition, there was something else that was supposed to be there but wasn’t; the maid hadn’t brought me any cutlery.
It’s an animal that has never learned, so it’ll probably eat with its hands, is that it? If I eat this, I’ll have a stomachache for days. I’ll never be able to run away.
Terrible. It’s terrible.
Usually, there were only two choices a child can make in the midst of adult harassment and pressure.
‘Eat’ and ‘be forced to eat’.
But in my third dream, I didn’t eat it.’
Rather, I even fed the maid a spoonful.
I opened my mouth with an innocent face.
“That, blow it and fweed mwe.”
“Pardon? Miss, you have to eat by yourself.”
“Nwo, if you don’t fweed mwe , I’ll twell the cwount.”
The Count held all the power in this family. And this Count wanted to take advantage of me. He wouldn’t do anything that was against my wishes right now.
The maid sighed deeply and tried to turn away.
“Then please wait a moment. I’ll go out and get a fork and a knife. I wonder if you know what they are.”
“Nwo. Ush your hwands.”
Did I have such bad personality? Perhaps I did. Speaking like I did in my third dream, I wasn’t afraid, and instead became more and more confident.
“Then miss, my hands will be burned.”
Thinking that she was being forced by me, the maid sighed and answered irritably.
“Ish dat swo? Dwen why would I eat wid my hwands?”
“T-that’s because I forgot…”
“Den does dat mean you cwant do your work pwopely?”
I looked straight at the wavering maid.
The maid glanced at my scarlet eyes, then flinched and shuddered.
“You’ll be cuwrse if you caiwie on dis way.”
I think I said something like that in my dream too.
I spit out one word at a time.
“Ged out. Knock, after makwing it again and bwing it back.”
“What? Miss, do you know how long that will take…!?”
“Will you reallwy be like dis?”
Hmph.
I’m perfectly prepared to tell on you. In a little while, Count Eblanc will be here to see what’s going on and I definitely had to take advantage of that.
“T-this devil… Who does this devil’s spawn think she is!”
“Hng, Cwoount urf—”
The maid covered my mouth and stopped me from screaming. This was proof that abusing me was not ordered by the count nor my aunt, but was by her own volition.
I smiled brightly at the maid who was breathing roughly. Then pointed at the meat and ordered.
“You cwan eat it if you don wike it.”
Even a baby can have a maid’s hand cut off, you know.
But the maid did not obey my orders and merely just stared at me motionlessly.
Of course, you wouldn’t want to receive orders from a little kid.
I nodded, fully understanding the maid’s intentions. Then it’ll be harder for her in the future, so I’ll have to let her off this time. But as the daughter of a saint and a demon archduke, I fired one last shot with a clear tone to provoke the maid.
“You’re going to get fired.”
Oh, I really wanted to say this so this one’s pronunciation came out well.
The maid’s expression turned green.
“No I won’t! Just because I call you miss, you must think a devil’s spawn can really became something.”
The maid’s threats entered my ear.
“Do you think someone like you can continue to be treated like a lady?”
Of course not. I didn’t really think I’d ever been treated like a lady, nor did I expect to be treated like one in the future. So the maid’s threats had zero chances of frightening me! Hmph!
“Eek, hey, the count is on his way here.”
“What?”
The door burst open and the maid who was keeping watch outside ran in.
Me, who was reading the room, immediately inhaled then…
“Uwaaaaaaaaah!”
I started crying as loud as I could
Chapter 3
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I wondered how much time had passed.
Click, rattle.
I listened to the sound of the lock being released, and my ears perked up. It wasn’t the usual sound I would hear from the opening at the bottom of the door, I mean, the rice hole.
The whole door was opening.
As I sat far away, my mean uncle, who was looking down at me, approached with a disapproving look on his face. It never made a sound when I walked, but whenever my uncle took a step, the poor floor of the storage room creaked.
I looked my aunt whose lips were trembling from forcibly smiling and then my uncle whose cold eyes flashed.
After that, I cleverly squeezed out my tears and smiled brightly.
“Auntie, awngcle!”
Lowering their guard is the top priority in order to escape.
I stood up and expressed my obedience by bowing politely.
“I mishd you.”
The count’s eyes glistened cunningly at the child that was bright, helpless, and was begging to be loved.
Did they really think it would be a good idea to use me?
“Follow me.”
“Pawrdon?”
“Your residence has been changed.”
“Oh-owkay!”
What change of residence for a child, change of residence you say.
I thought so inside, but I nodded my head with tears in my eyes. Then I covered the rising corners of my mouth and pretended to sob.
At least I felt like I was a better actress than my aunt.
On this day, I was given my first set of proper clothes and a bedroom.
It was still a worn-out room, but it was luxurious compared to the warehouse wherein I was previously locked up.
There were carpets on the floor and and a bed. It wasn’t cold enough to make my bones ache, and my feet didn’t get pricked by splinters every time I walked.
I should’ve been sitting next to my aunt in the dining room, but I was still in my room during this dinner time because I refused the maids who came to wash me at the end and caused a disturbance.
“I don wan two! Don toush me!”
When I was about to go crazy, ready to bite one maid, they were finally told to leave by my aunt.
“Give that beast some time to adjust.”
As expected, Count Eblanc said this, clearly annoyed.
Thanks to my acting, I was able to sit on my own in an empty bedroom for a while.
‘What a relief.’
I fiddled with the scruffy but pretty yellow dress I was wearing. So far, things were progressing like the third dream. It was so similar to the dream that I was almost at a loss.
Will the maid bring in a meal just like in the dream? Then I have to do my best to turn the maid into my enemy, right?
My heart was pounding.
I was nervous and uneasy.
I thought I should wear something expensive to talk to the Grand Duke, so I stayed calm when they changed my clothes. If I looked like a commoner, I won’t even be able to get near him.
Well, if it didn’t work, I could just sell the dress at a pawnshop just like I did in my third dream.
The pawnshop in the back alley didn’t ask my story nor tried to do anything bad to me.
In the dream, I just discovered it by chance, but now that I thought about it, there was a big sign of the devil religion on the wall of the pawnshop.
Perhaps that was why he bought my clothes without saying anything more?
My hair color was pitch black, so maybe he thought we were on the same side.
I’m not really sure… for now, everything has to be like the dream until I run away. Please.
There was only one chance to run away from this mansion. I couldn’t miss it.
Then I’ll have to do my best to look pitiful. Even if the devil archduke was terrifying enough to actually destroy the world, he still wouldn’t kick a poor child out.
Besides, in my dream, my dad already knew I was his daughter.
I didn’t know when he found out, did he already know and did he have plans to pick me up? Anyway, they probably wouldn’t turn a blind eye to my black hair.
Even if he already knew and just chose not to get me, that would have to change because this hair color is proof. Indispensable proof that the blood of the devil flows. On top of that, the eye color was probably the same as his as well?
So I will ask for child support that you should have given, but didn’t.
I’ll raise myself, so I’m the one who deserves to receive the child support, not my aunt.
“Chwild suppowt.”
“Chwilld suppowt.”
While attempting to pronounce ‘child support’ correctly, I wagged my feet.
At that moment.
“Please eat.”
The door opened without even a knock.
She was the maid who I’d almost bit on the arm earlier and I could feel her anger when she brought and put down the food. The maid roughly set this and that, raising the corners of her trembling lips and forcing a smile.
I was a little surprised inside, but I didn’t let it show.
I-it’s really happening just like in the dream!
That maid was the one who tormented me the most in those dreams.
It may look fancy on the outside, but she would either bring a meal that has cooled down or pour a lot of water into a bowl to make a soup. She used her role of watching me to bully me like that.
As expected.
I stared at the supposed piece of meat that was still steaming and felt like throwing up because it smelled disgusting. There was mold stuck to it and even had maggots crawling below.
The very hot-looking red soup next to it had no solid ingredients. It was only boiled with spices and water, even my nose could feel how spicy it was.
Both were definitely dishes not suitable for a five year old.
In addition, there was something else that was supposed to be there but wasn’t; the maid hadn’t brought me any cutlery.
It’s an animal that has never learned, so it’ll probably eat with its hands, is that it? If I eat this, I’ll have a stomachache for days. I’ll never be able to run away.
Terrible. It’s terrible.
Usually, there were only two choices a child can make in the midst of adult harassment and pressure.
‘Eat’ and ‘be forced to eat’.
But in my third dream, I didn’t eat it.’
Rather, I even fed the maid a spoonful.
I opened my mouth with an innocent face.
“That, blow it and fweed mwe.”
“Pardon? Miss, you have to eat by yourself.”
“Nwo, if you don’t fweed mwe , I’ll twell the cwount.”
The Count held all the power in this family. And this Count wanted to take advantage of me. He wouldn’t do anything that was against my wishes right now.
The maid sighed deeply and tried to turn away.
“Then please wait a moment. I’ll go out and get a fork and a knife. I wonder if you know what they are.”
“Nwo. Ush your hwands.”
Did I have such bad personality? Perhaps I did. Speaking like I did in my third dream, I wasn’t afraid, and instead became more and more confident.
“Then miss, my hands will be burned.”
Thinking that she was being forced by me, the maid sighed and answered irritably.
“Ish dat swo? Dwen why would I eat wid my hwands?”
“T-that’s because I forgot…”
“Den does dat mean you cwant do your work pwopely?”
I looked straight at the wavering maid.
The maid glanced at my scarlet eyes, then flinched and shuddered.
“You’ll be cuwrse if you caiwie on dis way.”
I think I said something like that in my dream too.
I spit out one word at a time.
“Ged out. Knock, after makwing it again and bwing it back.”
“What? Miss, do you know how long that will take…!?”
“Will you reallwy be like dis?”
Hmph.
I’m perfectly prepared to tell on you. In a little while, Count Eblanc will be here to see what’s going on and I definitely had to take advantage of that.
“T-this devil… Who does this devil’s spawn think she is!”
“Hng, Cwoount urf—”
The maid covered my mouth and stopped me from screaming. This was proof that abusing me was not ordered by the count nor my aunt, but was by her own volition.
I smiled brightly at the maid who was breathing roughly. Then pointed at the meat and ordered.
“You cwan eat it if you don wike it.”
Even a baby can have a maid’s hand cut off, you know.
But the maid did not obey my orders and merely just stared at me motionlessly.
Of course, you wouldn’t want to receive orders from a little kid.
I nodded, fully understanding the maid’s intentions. Then it’ll be harder for her in the future, so I’ll have to let her off this time. But as the daughter of a saint and a demon archduke, I fired one last shot with a clear tone to provoke the maid.
“You’re going to get fired.”
Oh, I really wanted to say this so this one’s pronunciation came out well.
The maid’s expression turned green.
“No I won’t! Just because I call you miss, you must think a devil’s spawn can really became something.”
The maid’s threats entered my ear.
“Do you think someone like you can continue to be treated like a lady?”
Of course not. I didn’t really think I’d ever been treated like a lady, nor did I expect to be treated like one in the future. So the maid’s threats had zero chances of frightening me! Hmph!
“Eek, hey, the count is on his way here.”
“What?”
The door burst open and the maid who was keeping watch outside ran in.
Me, who was reading the room, immediately inhaled then…
“Uwaaaaaaaaah!”
I started crying as loud as I could
