The baby girl was left beside a splashing fountain, her sounds mingling with the rush of water as sunlight cast rainbows over the waterfall. She smiled, playing with her fingers, her tiny fists clenching and unclenching, interspersed with bursts of happy laughter.
Mr. Idiot, having completed his task, tucked the letter given to him by the mother into the swaddling clothes. He began to retreat step by step… His duty was done.
All that remained was for someone to come by, discover her, and report to the staff at the academy. Once the staff were informed, the news would surely reach the ears of the headmaster, who, upon finding the envelope, would know the identity of the infant and ensure she was raised to become a beautiful and respected lady of distinction.
His mission, he believed, was over.
The boy's steps faltered as he moved away from the girl for the first time, his hands unconsciously tightening into fists, trembling slightly.
