deep

The stomach was punctured.

"Ah, ship, good ship...why...(Ah, Earl•••••••Why•••••)"

"This is a family matter, you stinky girl. Go and die."

No, I'm afraid. So scary. So scary.

I don't want to die!

"Catch it."

Gudong, Gudong!

A huge, drooling hound barked and pounced on me.

"uh]mil"

I••••

I was bitten on the ankle and fell as I tried to run away while blocking the place where I was stabbed.

"Ah, it hurts. Apa..."

The burning pain made me breathless.

Everything was dark.

The hounds' sharp teeth and dripping saliva threatened me.

This was not a fear a kid like me could bear.

His whole body trembled, and tears welled up in his heart, blurring the front. He looked down at the dry palms soaked with bright red blood.

"You are a despicable demon seed."

Those were the last words I heard before I died.

The usually cold face looked at me, who was frightened and trembling and smiled for the first time.

My uncle grabbed my hair and dragged me away. After a while, he threw me in a corner.

No matter how much you swallow the pain, you can't get used to it. Even if you struggle to believe it's not true, the pain doesn't change.

I saw a silvery flash in my eyes as I lost my energy and died black.

I was still beheaded.

"I'm going to put the poison in!"

I used the piece of rotten wood with an orange-red mushroom growing on it as a puppet, placed it in front of me, and hummed another sentence I had practiced 666 times.

Is it due to nutritional deficiencies or other reasons?

Is there any?

I am five years old, but my body is still small.

The tongue has not grown taller, and I no longer have the baton, even if I want to pronounce it normally.

I choked up, but once again, I opened my mouth step by step and started babbling.

"Fanny Everland Byrono! (Fanny Everland Count No.)"

Although it was difficult, I am very happy I did it. This sentence is very important to my survival. I have to practice it if I want to avoid death.

I kept reciting the next sentence.

"Gold, Dongze Ye Sa'er. Mine is white."

This sentence is difficult to say with a baby's tongue.

I extend my hands humbly and practice my most important words.

"Give me goat's milk skin. (Give me child support.)"

It must be gold coins.

People look at it and ask me if I'm crazy about money.

You ask, if you accuse someone of a crime, do you get money?

But I was a little kid, only as tall as a grown man's calves.

No matter how much I like money, with a body like this, I can't be entrusted by others.

I kept mumbling so hard to save my life.

"Another rag…

Only in this way can you sit at the negotiating table and push and pull. It's not convenient to pronounce it like this at all.

I thought my body would grow up around five, and everything would be easy, but I still didn't grow up until I was about three or four.

I was unhappy and sat down on the spot.

who can stop me

Neither.

I'm the only one in this room anyway.

I looked down at what I was doing and sighed for the 667th time.

Her long hair, which had never been cut since birth, covered her face, making it difficult to see ahead. The clothes were so worn that they were torn apart by dust, and even their original color was unrecognizable.

At this level, even if he were arrested for child abuse, there would be nothing to say.

But no one can save me.

Yes, lock it up and prevent it from getting out. Who knows?

I mean, I'm here.

I didn't dare eat. I stared at the dilapidated door and let the air out of my thin cheeks, bulging them.

I had never walked out of that door in my life.

Although living in this house, it is like a ghost.

"But it should be happening today."

A dog hole at the bottom of the door turns out to be the door through which the family's hounds can enter and exit.

But now, my job has become an opening.

So now it's time to call it a rice hole.

I was locked outside and wouldn't let me out, so I couldn't escape.

You only know this after trying it.

He doesn't even have enough physical strength to open his eyes, so it's best not to use the extra dragon.

Because my hand is as small as an ugly duckling's foot, and I can't do anything.

Gurgling.

Just as the belly was stuck, it made a tightening sound. I pinched my belly, which had no flesh at all, and gave it a good beating.

"Gemiaoha!"

When the baby is hungry, he should eat.

But an unloved baby will go hungry even if it is hungry.

Through the sunlight streaming through the tall windows, I noticed that there was still a long way to go until "that time" arrived.

'It's better to practice your pronunciation more.'

The important day is about to begin. Hold on to the present for the events that begin today.

I held back tears from hunger, and my mouth turned purple.

She opened another glass of wine.

"Even Jig is here to collect Anjun's goat milk, Abba. (He has always been here to collect Anjun's raising fees, dad)"

I was once the daughter of a saint.

But why are you locked up in this circle?

The reason is simple. A child cursed for killing his mother right after birth.

But that's not the only problem.

"Yes."

According to the teachings of Al-Hala, "the religion followed by half of my people," God said to mankind after creating the world: "Your Repim will protect you."

The Nerepims are angels who use divine power to live in a paradise of God inaccessible to humans.

Such Nerepim will personally select humans and give them "A" numbers. They are called "Saints" or "Paladins".

He is a special person who can draw on your strength.

The direct descendants of the Saint and the Paladin were born with dazzling silver hair.

The opposite is 'demon'.

According to the teachings, they are the long-time enemies of the Nerepim and those who harbor wonderful evil powers.

People who believe in Satanism also exist in the empire, and they are also half of the citizens of the empire.

There are also those humans who embody the power of demons, the ugly enemies of the Nerepim, characterized by their jet-black hair.

The ninth daughter of God, Saint Alcira Avram, descended to earth to kill the devil and save mankind.

That means my mother is as beautiful as Lily, with silver hair.

But one day, my mother showed up at the door, pregnant.

This is impossible to happen.

She said that no matter how much the family asked, the mother never said who the father of the child in her belly was.

But the secret was unlocked the day I was born.

Because he is his mother's child, he should have silver hair to prove that the Nerefim blesses him. But I...have black hair.

Because it was so crazy, the family was overthrown, and I was hastily hidden away.

To the outside world, I was never born, and my mother died suddenly due to a sudden illness.

"I didn't have black hair because I wanted to be born with black hair..."

I poked my mouth, a little dissatisfied.

My uncle and aunt hated me. No, this family hates me.

My aunt said, "The devil's seed ruined my mother," and was disgusted from the beginning and wished me dead.

My uncle said it was because I failed to get a promotion in the Chenghuang Temple. I could have been a cardinal, but it was all over, and I was angry.

Because of the sudden death of her mother, the time of the ninth daughter of God has passed.

The Ebrand family's dream of having more power disappeared with the ninth saint, and the tenth daughter of the god was about to arrive.

A new saint will be born within ten years if the previous saint dies.

In technical terms, my uncle was a duck egg floating on the Nustav River.

Accordingly, heating was neglected.

The maid who changes diapers only comes once a day. The article is for tutoring once a week. Otherwise, the cabin has no visitors.

"They're bad people. Treating kids like this."

My cheeks puffed up.

"We have to leave now. Otherwise

He was going to die. Or kill them. "

Wait until the legs grow! If one can walk for a long time!

Then go farther.

But where are we going? I have no money.

I was a pretty rational and calculating baby. He is a world-weary five-year-old who is worried about life.

He's not reckless, nor does he believe that he'll be immersed in sensuality and everything will be fine.

money!

Every time the housekeeper and maid see me, they compliment me and ask me if I know how much it costs to raise a child.

Of course, I don't know how much money it is, but I know I need money to survive.

"Then give me the change!"

But in this small room, I can't even get out; what should I do?

No one in this house is on my side. I smiled warmly at people who came to see me, only to be ignored when I returned.

A child who shouldn't have been born.

Why do you have to let me live? I didn't know the reason until my birthday earlier this year.

"I was wrong. Wrong...ah!"

The snow was falling heavily, and it was common to fall asleep shivering in the morning. My birthday was nothing special; it was just as cold as usual.

That morning, my aunt visited me for the first time in nearly three months.

"Because of you, my sister's life is ruined! Go to hell! Go to hell"_•••••

My aunt, who was standing by the door and staring at me, suddenly yelled, hit, and scratched me.

The face that curses with all its strength is really scary.

My face was still soft baby skin, which couldn't resist my aunt's nail marks and was red everywhere.

"Because of you. If it weren't for you, my sister wouldn't have died. It was you who killed her!"

"Aunt, aunt...reincarnate." Here...write about the maternal body well...! "

I knelt on the ground, rubbed my hands together, and begged and begged.

"Come on, do it. I killed my mother. Because I was born, my mother died. Let me do it!"

But no matter how much you cry, the violence never ends. I had not reached that level when I was four or three.

In the end, I could only tremble, huddle on the ground, and obey my aunt's compulsion.

"I, I, mom, mom...

"I killed him."

"Kill...yes."

"Yes, you killed him. Write it down on this piece of paper. You can write. You learned."

Auntie smiled with satisfaction and handed the paper to my nose.

"ah...

I looked at the ball of paper with a vain look.

Yes, I learned it. The first words the deacon taught me were not my name or my family's surname.

"Before I wrote a hundred letters of repentance, I knew there would be no food. You wouldn't be hungry on the day you eat my mother. You wouldn't be so heartless. Right?"

The night I was tortured longer because I grew up.

I lay on the wooden floor, staring at the dusty ceiling with empty eyes.

[I am the daughter who ate her mother. ]

I have written the same article more than a hundred times, and I don't know how painful it is to write a hundred times. Then I couldn't feel my hands anymore.

"I killed my mother. That's why I'm being punished."

I'm a bad boy.

You were not supposed to be born a demon.

You must die.

Just die...

'I don't want to die...'.

I also want to live.

"Mother•••••••"

Got a fever.

I held my wrist and fell asleep as if in a faint. I had four long dreams that were so vivid that I couldn't forget them.

All four dreams begin the same.