1STKISSNOVEL. DO NOT STEAL MY TRANSLATION!\nAs the officials, led by Rita, pushed for the confiscation of Baron Paisley’s property and the deprivation of his estate, I remembered the feather that I had completely forgotten about for a while.
Even if I missed the timing, my determination to tell Aedis about my past life hasn’t changed.
But when I went to collect the clumps of feathers, there was nothing on the terrace.
I thought they were blown away by the wind, but Sarah gave me a hint.
“Feathers? Oh, what the cats are playing with these days?”
With a bewildered expression on my face, I summoned Daisy, a maid for the cats.
Daisy came in with the cats in her arms and Maximus, the tuxedo cat, had the feathers in his mouth.
It was the perfect toy and treat.
I don’t know when he entered my room or how he even got onto the terrace.
Anyway, I took the feathers away from him.
“Good job. Take him away with you now.”
“Ah… yes! Thank you! I respect you! And I…I…I will be good at discerning things!”
Daisy’s eyes were moist. She bent her waist to a 90-degree angle and ran out frantically before I could even show a puzzled expression.
What…you’re going to make your cats get sick and forget about feathers?
I wrinkled my eyebrows slightly and waved the feathers in my hands.
The feathers glowed blue, as if filled with moonlight, and were covered with cat saliva.
It was definitely a person.
A boy who seemed to be only one or two years older than Regen was locked in the cage.
His face was obscured by the muzzle he was wearing.
How dare you lock a child like this in a cage and put a muzzle on him.
It was a sight that made me nauseous even in my dreams.
I wanted to take him out somehow, so I grabbed the cage and shook it, but it didn’t move.
I glanced with a frown on my face, swearing.
There was no way to get him out and no way to get in. It was only the iron bars that were regularly arranged, and they were overflowing with malice.
There wasn’t even room to push a bowl of food in.
I don’t know what kind of crazy bastard does this kind of thing in other people’s dreams
Realizing that I couldn’t open the cage, I turned my attention to the boy.
The boy’s skin was pale as if he had not seen the sun for a long time, and his skinny body was just bare bones.
The bruises were visible through his tattered clothes.
However, rather than from being hit, it looked like the blood vessels had ruptured because of a needle being forcibly inserted.
The boy stood still, like a corpse numb to all pain.
His hair, silvery as if intertwined with moonlight, was clinging to the boy’s bloodless cheeks.
My heart was pounding, thumping.
‘It’s not Gilbert…not even Regen.’
I have to call you. Are you alive? I’ll find a way to save you.
My fingertips trembled and my eyes became hot.
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