This situation in front of me felt like a dream, no, it was really dreamlike so I was slow and stupid for playing along all this time, but only after hearing the director yelling did I realize that this was reality.
But the slippery warm blood flowing between my fingers still felt vivid.
No matter how much I thought about it, I couldnât figure out why my life, which was supposed to have ended in the Duke of Elrad, continued in this way.
Perhaps God took pity on me for not being loved by anyone until the end and gave me a chance.
âEven though I came back to my helpless eight year old selfâŚâ
âLia, what are you doing?â
âHuh?â
âArenât you going to eat your bread?â
I was deep in thought and didnât even eat the bread I was holding, so Emily, who was sitting beside me, asked.
A voice mixed with nervousness and anticipation for some reason.
Seeing Emily unable to take her eyes off the bread I was holding, a bitter smile came to my lips.
âEmily, do you want to eat this bread?â
âYes? Ah, no! Lia also needs to eat!â
âIâm not very hungry today. So you can eat this, Emily.â
âReally? Can I really eat this?â
Feeling relieved by Emilyâs reaction, someone suddenly intervened.
âHey! If youâre not going to eat it, give it to me. Youâre short and weak, so you can eat a little, but Iâll have to eat more.â
When I turned my head at those ridiculous words, Thomas, the largest and oldest in the orphanage stood proudly.
âDonât make me laugh. Why are you eating mine?â
âWhaă Ą? What?â
Thomas may have never imagined that I would come out like this, who was usually scared and quiet, so his face turned red at the other childrenâs gaze, staring at him while his mouth was stiff and couldnât answer.
âWhy are you talking back? If I say so, I will eat it! Do you want to get in trouble?â
Then he approached me with one arm moving threateningly.
It looked like heâs going to hit me straight away, but I raised my chin instead.
No matter how big he was, heâs among the starving children who grew up unable to eat as much as they wanted.
I wasnât scared at all of that 10-year-old kid, heâs not an adult man.
âDonât make a fuss.â Then a dark gray-haired boy in one corner said.
It was Jack, a boy of the same age as Thomas.
âWhy is this parasite interfering?â
Thomas, who was usually very jealous of the handsome appearance of Jack, glared at once.
The fight was when he shook his head to say that he was not big enough.
It was when he shook his head, saying that the size of the fight was not everything.
âDonât let your guard down! And Iâll eat this!!â
Thomas, who approached before I knew it, sticks out his tongue, grabs my bread and hurriedly runs away.
âThat little bastard!â
I screamed and tried to follow him, but Emily quickly caught him.
When I looked around, all the children were looking at us, as if it was strange that I confronted Thomas.
Even JackâŚ
Feeling very embarrassed by their sudden gaze, I sat down coughing.
Not knowing that I would regret not chasing Thomas all day long.
Growl~
While sitting crouching and cleaning the floor with blisters on my hands, I held my stomach.
Ugh! I was so hungry.
âI shouldâve followed that bastardâŚâ
After saying that, I heard someone clicking their tongue.
âThen why did you yield your bread for nothing?â
It was Jack, sitting on the window sill and wiping the window.
âWhat did you just say?â
Iâm already hungry, so why was he picking a fight?
When I threw the mop I was holding and stood up looking straight at him, Jack paused and continued.
âIf you hadnât yielded the bread from the beginning, none of that would have happened.â
âThen is it my fault?â
âYes.â
âHah!â
Strictly speaking, there was nothing wrong with what Jack said, but it only made me more angry.
It could be embarrassing getting angry at a child when I know Iâm older, but I couldnât stand the anger because my mind seems immature because of my young body.
Besides, I know well what kind of adult Jack would become when he grows up, so I thought that now might be the only chance to win a fight against him properly.
âAre you rushing in?â
(T/N: Lia meant that if heâs going to attack.)
In a moment when I was seriously contemplatingâŚ
âHuh?â
I looked down at my hands in amazement.
Half of a black bread from the morning breakfast was placed in my hand that had been holding the mop a while ago.
âHuh? Are you giving me thisâŚ?â
âIf you donât want to eat it, throw it away.â
âNo, Donât-! I wonât throw it away!â
Why would you throw away food? No matter how hard the black bread was, once it goes into the stomach, itâs all the same.
âJack, youâre also⌠Youâre a good kid, arenât you?
I stared at Jack, shouting to myself, the immutable truth:Â âHe who gives food, is a good man!â
Then Jack squinted and said,
âYou⌠Youâre a little weird today.â
I was startled by those words.
Although Jack and I were from the same orphanage, we hadnât talked to each other that much.
But how did he know that I changed?
I was so excited that I changed the topic in a hurry.
âBut why are you giving me this?â
Thereâs only one meal a day in the orphanage, so Iâm sure you saved it for later, but I donât know why you gave me this bread.
âThe growling sound of your stomach is so loud that Iâm going to die, so please be quiet.â
âOops!â
This time, as I glanced at Jack to say something as rebuke, I just stiffened.
Through the window, a man and a girl were walking into the front yard of the orphanage, covered in white snow.