A/N: In a dimly lit chamber, a solitary monk was engrossed in transcribing an ancient and sinister script for his devoted followers. Unexpectedly, a small head popped up between his hands, revealing a curious onlooker—a little girl of merely five years old.
"Hmm...." she emitted a cute purr, her eyes holding complexity beyond her tender age. "Daddy, why do people despise you so? I believe you're changing for the better. You are no longer the evil person you once were." With surprising candor, she referred to herself as the monk's daughter.
A faint smile graced the monk's lips as he gently patted her head. "Go and have your meal," he kindly replied.
With a quick, adorable nod, the little girl hurriedly exited the room. However, upon reaching the entrance, a lingering question arose in her mind. "Daddy, why do we two live alone in this house? Don't you have any relatives?" she inquired.
