chapter 03
âI was finally born into a good family, survived an incurable illness⌠and now I might die because of monsters?â
It was so hard just to be born into a family where I didnât have to overwork myself. And parents who came to my room every day and hugged me with love? That kind of thing wasnât common. At least, not in my experience.
âHmmâŚâ
My favorite character in the story had successfully stopped the monster, but ended up dying in the process. Wasnât there a way I could help stop the monster earlier and also save him?
âIf only he had survived, the kingdom wouldnât have gone down such a destructive path.â
He was a legendary knight and a national hero, but he died a pointless death because of poison he was given as a child. If he had lived, the kingdom probably wouldnât have fallen.
I played with my little fingers and wrote his name on a piece of paper.
Schroitz Procyon
Honestly, it was a name I had thought about thousands of times since being reborn into this world. Before dying in my previous life? I mustâve thought about it tens of thousands of times.
ââŚBut how do I even get to him?â
I fell into deep thought. Schroitz was the strongest person in the world, but his past was terribly tragic.
âRight now, he should still be in the slumsâŚâ
Originally, he was the legitimate son of a well-established noble family. The problem was his fatherâhe was absolute trash who cheated on his wife while she was pregnant. And when the woman he was cheating with got pregnant, he tried to replace his wife with her.
And how did he do that?
âYour mother had an affair. You are not my son.â
He falsely accused Schroitzâs mother of cheating. In the royal capital, noble familiesâoften called âTower Housesââhave unique inherited abilities. But Schroitz didnât show any signs of his power until he was five.
Using that as an excuse, his own father kicked him out. Though he couldnât completely throw Schroitz away because of social scrutiny, he still banished him to a dangerous area called the Red Zone under the pretense of military service. Usually, this was where failed heirs were sent.
âEven though he was the one who fed him the poisonâŚâ
Exactly. Schroitzâs insane father had been giving him special drugs mixed in his baby food to suppress his powers from the time he was a baby. But that truth only comes out much later, after Schroitz rises from a discarded child to the top general of the military through a series of major events.
I let out a sigh.
Eventually, the drug that suppressed his powers starts to wear off. But the real issue was the fatherâs mistress.
âTrash attracts trash.â
Because the father didnât outright kill Schroitz but only banished him, the mistress grew anxious. She secretly bribed the family steward to poison Schroitz bit by bit. That poison built up in his body. Later, while saving the male lead from a crisis, the built-up poison kills Schroitz.
Now picture this:
Schroitz stands in the cold wind. The monsters have crossed the border, and the military has declared a full emergency.
Just earlier, he had saved a rookie soldier from a monsterâs attack. His arm was broken during the rescue, but he didnât care. What truly hurt was the spreading pain from the dark marks on his chest. The poison that had tormented him since childhood was now paralyzing his arm.
He knew he would probably die here.
It wasnât that he clung to life. But⌠maybe it wouldâve been nice if it had lasted a little longer.
âCommanderâŚâ
A teary voice called from behind him. Schroitz sighed. The rookie he had just saved was circling around him instead of retreating as ordered.
âReturn to your post.â
âButâŚâ
âDidnât you join the military because you wanted to live?â
âI⌠IâŚâ
âYouâre too young to die.â
He let out a soft sigh and said:
âThat means donât die. You werenât born just to die.â
That last line mightâve been something he was saying to himself.
Remembering the smile Schroitz had just before dying, I suddenly felt a wave of heat rise to my head.
âThose bastardsâŚ!â
âAh, Miss, why are you crying all of a sudden?â
One of the maids asked me with a trembling voice.
âAre you hurt?â
âNo⌠Itâs just⌠the unfairness of the worldâŚâ
I couldnât exactly say âIâm just mad as hell,â so I rephrased it.
âI was feeling⌠angryâŚâ
The maids all widened their eyes at my words. Then they squealed and hugged me tightly.
âOur young lady speaks even better than the young master already!â
âWhere did you learn such difficult words?â
âCould she be a genius?â
I felt a little shy as the maids laughed softly. I always told myself to speak more like a child, but because I still remembered my past life, grown-up words sometimes slipped out without me realizing.
âStill, please donât cry, my lady.â
The maid who was hugging me gently wiped my cheeks with a soft handkerchief.
âIf you cry, the lord and lady of the house will cry with you.â
âThen… I wonât cryâŚâ
âYouâre such a sweet girl.â
I couldnât speak long or fluently yet. My vocal cords responded a bit slowly, so my speech was also slow. But I wasnât worried. I was getting better little by little, and I believed that by the time I turned fourteen or fifteen, Iâd speak just as well as others.
âNow that my bodyâs mostly betterâŚâ
Since my condition had improved quite a bit in the last few days, it was time to go see Shuloitz. I knew I should probably still be resting, but bad things would happen to him too soon.
âHeâs probably already taking the poison⌠He must be in pain, and thereâs no one he can talk toâŚâ
The more I thought about it, the more my heart ached. I had to go see my beloved favorite character now. I clenched my small fists with determination.
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âIt’s noble!â
âA nobleâs here!â
I could hear people murmuring through the open windows of the carriage. I had purposely opened the glass windows and curtains to listen better.
Peeking out from under the curtain, I looked at the outside world. It was filled with grey and gloomâthis was the slums. More specifically, it was one of the darker districts on the edge of the capital known as the âRed Zone.â
Not only were the people here poor, but the lack of law enforcement also made the area full of illegal activity. No wonder there were shady-looking thugs standing around. But those small-time gangsters were easily intimidated by the sight of a fancy carriage and noble knights.
âIâm glad I could come.â
There was an orphanage in the Red Zone that was sponsored by the Lefebvre family.
âI was so worried I wouldnât be allowed to visitâŚ!â
To get permission to visit, I had to think hard and plan carefully.
First, during my daily tea time with my parents, I casually mentioned hearing rumors about corruption at the orphanage. I made it sound like something Iâd overheard somewhere. Since I was once seriously ill, my parents were very soft toward me and didnât take my words lightly.
Because of that, an inspection team was soon planned to be sent to the orphanage our family supported. As soon as I heard that, I clung to my motherâs leg.
âI want to go! Please, let me goâŚ!â
I said I wanted to go help other kids since I was getting better now. I told her how lucky I was to have such loving parents, and how sad it must be for kids who were sick and had no one to take care of them.
My mother, surprised by my sudden plea, looked emotional.
âOur little Blan is just too kind.â
She even smiled and joked about how I sounded more mature than Enricor (my older brother). After talking with Father all night, she finally agreed to let me go with the inspection team. Officially, I went using the name of a distant noble branch.
âPlease step down, my lady.â
As I stepped down from the carriage with the footmanâs help, a large, proper-looking orphanage came into view. Its name, âUnfading Spring,â didnât match the corruption happening inside.
âW-who might you be? Which noble family are you fromâŚ?â
The orphanage headmaster clearly hadnât expected a noble carriage to stop here. He ran out, flustered, looking at me with a panicked face.
âIt says⌠100 kids live here⌠but why are there so few babies?â
âW-well, thatâsâŚâ
âAnd the food amount⌠is this it? Is that all babies eat?â
âActually, the kids ate a lot at breakfast, soâŚâ
I stared up at the sweating headmaster with big eyes.
âLiar.â
ââŚâŚ!â
I could tell. They were clearly involved in accounting fraud, keeping double records, and doing every kind of corruption they could. But of course, I couldnât say it outright. I spoke in the most childlike way I could.
âMy brother said⌠something about bun⌠bun-sik? Anyway, he said that.â
One of the familyâs inspectors standing behind me added:
âShe must mean ‘accounting fraud’. Did the young master explain that to you?â
âUh-huh.â
âDid he also mention something called double bookkeeping?â
âYup.â
âThen this will be easy to explain. It seems theyâve been splitting one proper meal into seven small ones for the children.â
It was funny how the inspector reported everything to a child like me, but this world had strict social hierarchies.
The accountants sent from my family were extremely capable. Honestly, they looked like grim reapers with pens and paper.
The orphanage quickly turned into chaos. I glanced between the account books they brought and the frightened children peeking around nervously.
Originally, my goal was just to see Shuloitz. But seeing the skinny and poorly kept children in person made my heart ache. Just how much of the Lefebvre familyâs donations had they stolen for the kids to end up like this?