Chapter 7 - I'm not a good samaritan

Right now I'm in the playroom, playing with my brother Julius...

"Gilda, are you going to miss me?"

Ah... My brother is going to enter school tomorrow, the school is for the nobles and royalties so, at the age of 11-12, children with noble blood are required to enter this school... And that school is where the setting begins, that school called "Gildony School" (the name of the school is sucks, the author has a unique sense of naming... ) and it's a boarding school...

"Yes, brother but don't worry when I turn 12 I'm going to enter that school too..."

And when I turn 16 I'm going to die because of that school... D*mn!

"Waaaahhh... I promise I will visit you when the summer comes."

He hugs me tightly... Urgh, this brother really dotes this child-I mean me...

"Gilda will wait for you brother... I love you brother."

I kissed him on the cheeks and he squeezed my cheeks... I gave you a kiss and you just hurt my cheeks? This brat...

"Your sooooo cuuuuuuteeeee Gilda"

Yeah, I know...

After babysitting, I have my tea time right now... This is bliss...

If someone saw me right now, they will think I'm a little weird because I move like an adult... I don't have an etiquette teacher right now though kids this age already study this but for me, I don't have. It's because of what happened last week and they think it's too much for me. *sigh Those doting parents...

Because I want to learn this world and its rule, I requested to have a teacher and they gave up easily it's because of my cuteness...

And next week, I expect my teacher to come.

Oh. If you ask about my children, they are learning right now to serve me in the future... I said they are too young to learn that old Sebastian look-alike tell me they should and that's how they repay me for my kindness like what the f-

*sigh

My two younger babies are too young and I feel guilty because they are forced to learn...

Wait. Speaking of babies...

I put my teacup down suddenly. And gasp for the thoughts I have now.

The f*ck! I forgot the children that are still in the hideout of that smugglers.

Why did I forget that?!

I got off the chair with difficulty. I quickly went to my room and immediately entered. I immediately thought of a plan on how to destroy their hideout. Should I bring bombs? No, there are children inside but before that how I infiltrate their hideout? He said it's a pub and children can't ent- wait! I'm a child! Should I make myself the bait!?

"Bwahahahahahaha!!! Why I'm so good with this!?"

If you wonder why I bother myself to save them even I plan to have a relaxing life. It's not because I'm a good Samaritan, I just don't want to sleep thinking that other children are being captive. it's not my conduct and top of all my guilt will overwhelm me and my relaxing life is no more...

So yeah, I'm doing this because of that besides I want to level up- speaking of leveling, I should check my stats later...

I only wait for the night to come again. And the Mask Knight, urgh!!! That cheesy name again!!! Why did I give that name to Dianne?! *sigh That Dianne... Waaaaaahhhhh!!! Why do I think so much? I'm just an 8 years old kid.

I should play outside right now!!! That's what a normal child does!!

"Vennette?"

I call my personal maid...

"Yes, Young Miss?"

"Can you call my chi-I mean my four friends? I want to play with them..."

"Understand Young Miss, I'll call them right now..."

"Vennette! Bring them to the garden, I'm going there first."

"But Young Miss, I should accompa-"

"I'm okay, I can go there on my own... I don't want to make you tired. And besides, I'm an adult now."

Vennette laughs at what I said. I'm not joking though.

"Pardon me, young miss, I'm just happy..."

She smiled at me and she looks at me warmly... Maybe, she's proud because I think like an adult now... If someone saw me, they tell that my cheeks are burning because it is! I'm not used to it. I just smile at her... My charm is indeed dangerous even I'm just a side character.

I capture many people right now... Indeed the power of being reincarnated is frightening.