That was why, my mind and heart somewhat calmed down.
He must have already heard about our friendship through Madam Mimosa, and he must have understood that I cherished Heinrich.
Besides, Gerard told me this.
[It has to be you. Iâm not interested in other kids.]
I would remember that, Gerard knew.
Under this circumstance, the reason for ordering Heinrichâs adoption papers to be shown to me first was obvious.
âEither to intimidate or to ask for a deal.â
[I will probably be the worst kind of father who abuses children.]
He was asking if I wanted to send my beloved friend to the worst kind of father.
And in the rulebook of the Forest, there was something like this.
[If the adoptee withdraws his/her intention to adopt, re-adoption is not possible. (However, except for cases where the Tree side requests for adoption again.) ]
He was asking me to voluntarily request for adoption.
Or my friend would be abused.
âThatâs right.
âDid the author focus only on his âdespicableâ stats when creating this character?â
I thought that Gerard had as much goodness as a rotten cabbage leaf, but at this level, it was time for a downward revaluation.
âAnnette, youâre not as upset as I thought.â
At Madam Mimosaâs words, I shook my head and raised it.
Then I blinked and answered calmly as usual.
âI thought that something like this would happen.â
ââŠHuh, I see.â
Perhaps my answer was interesting, as Madam Mimosaâs golden eyes lit up.
She spoke to me in her usual cold, polite voice.
âAnnette, I know how much you care for Heinrich. But nothing is more important than your own future. You know that, donât you?â
ââŠâŠâ
âSend Heinrich, if you donât want to be adopted.â
From Madam Mimosaâs point of view, it seemed to be sincere advice.
âYou can stay and look after Sislin.â
ââŠâŠâ
âAnyway, you have to make a choice.â
Yes, I had to make a choice anyway.
âBut my options arenât among the ones that damn bastard gave me.â
Heinrich, or me â there was no such option as to push either one of us into the abyss of misery.
âShall we decide on Heinrichâs adoption?â
âNo, Madam.â
I answered with my eyes wide open.
âI will save Heinrich, and I will save myself.â
âI am going to be adopted. Please make a ârequest for adoptionâ to the Prince right now.â
ââŠâŠ!â
With this in mind, it was time to launch âPlan Bâ.
***
Pak, pak, pak. Pak, pak.
I was digging with a shovel as small as a baby moleâs paw.
Then I looked around, swish, swish-
âGood. There is no one around.â
Then, bang bang! I dug into the ground
âCome on, come on. My treasure!â
Whoo-hoo, was this how a corrupt wealthy man who buried billions of won in a garlic field felt? As the earth was dug little by little, it seemed you were one step closer to a hopeful future, and youâd get very excited⊠Was I too capitalistic at just the age of 12?
At night like this, digging in a corner of the Forest Hall (the forest surrounding the mansion) with a shovel, like a villain trying to bury a body secretlyâ
I couldnât help it.
âI donât have much time.â
As soon as I requested for re-adoption earlier, Madam Mimosa contacted Gerard through correspondence.
And Heinrichâs adoption withdrawal and my adoption were decided at the same time on the spot.
âThe Prince said he would come to pick you up tomorrow morning, congratulations on your adoption, Annette.â
ââŠâŠâ
âHmm, isnât it something to celebrate? But youâre not in the mood.â
Madam Mimosa seemed to feel a little bit sorry for me.
âAs you know from experience, the Prince is a very scary person, Annette.â
ââŠYes.â
âNever go against him. Good luck.â
âBut I shall bet against it.â
You might think I had already lost at the point of choosing between the two of the proposals presented by the other party.
Because it meant that the other personâs intentions were going to happen.
But I had no intention of acting as Gerard intended.
If my plan succeeded, tomorrow morning Gerrard would probably be a cotton candy-washed raccoon.
Pak, pak, pak, pak, pak!
âOh, itâs out!â
I pulled out the leather pouch that had been buried in the ground with a cry, âHooo-hah!â
The pouch, which had been buried like a ripe radish, suddenly came out.
âWow, itâs heavy.â
I opened the pouch with a pounding heart.
It was filled with the treasures of the dwarves who had this forest as their home.
From gold coins used in ancient times (because of the craftsmanship, the value was higher than current gold coins)â
Of course, swords made from dragon bones (the materials were rare, and thanks to the special crafting skills of the dwarves, warriors would be delighted)â
All kinds of jewelry and ornaments were mixed carelessly to the extent that they were just âseasoningâ.
âHeh heh.â
The mere sight of it made me proud, and I couldnât get rid of my capitalist smile.
âItâs well hidden, my bakery funds!â
As soon as I came to the Forest, what I did was to find the treasures that the dwarves who lived in this forest had gathered.
âIn the original work, Sislin finds it.â
There was a feeling that I intercepted it, but umm, I didnât even like Sislin at the time.
Besides, in the original, Sislin found this and got beaten up.
This was because the chihuahua, the hell of destruction, who could not miss the golden opportunity to torment Sislin, falsely accused him by saying âThief!â.
âThese are treasures that he canât touch anyway, so itâs good to use them as my future funds, right?â
I smiled happily while holding the treasure bag.
My Plan B has always been buried here.
In the first place, I wasnât an ignorant person.
If I had to leave the Forest one day, in a lonely state since I wasnât adopted, shouldnât I be prepared for such a future?
I was pretty realistic, so I didnât simply say that I wanted to be a bakery owner.
I made a detailed future plan, as much as I possibly could.
Among them was âfinancingâ.
âSome of them can only be cashed out as an adult, but⊠Hmm, the rest is enough.â
A treasure with a high value like a dragon sword would be difficult for a 12-year-old to turn into money, but ordinary gems were possible.
It was enough for me to open a small bakery.
My heart was pounding again.
ââŠI am finally moving forward to the future I have planned for a long time.â
A step toward achieving a small and precious dream that I have dreamed of since my previous life.
I was hit by a motorcycle in my previous life, and it was now my turn to live my life properly.
âIâll open a bakery that always smells warm and hands out bread to the hungry.â
âSo that no one will ever go hungry in the town where my bakery is.â
âIâll put up a cute little signboard.
If I have regular customers, I should always be kind to them.
My heart was as sweet as castella while I was imagining those delightful thoughts.
âIâm sure the boys will be happy too.â
If I disappeared, Gerardâs interest in the children would be cut off, and Sislin and Heinrich would have a happy ending, just as I had arranged for them.
âOf course, itâs a bit depressing to part with Sislin and Heinrich, butâŠâ
I took a deep breath and then exhaled.
âIt was going to happen one day.â
However, it was only a little earlier than planned.
Even if we parted after a year, it wouldnât be any less sad than now. Because parting would always be sad.
Now that only a flower road remained in front of the children, it was the best time to leave.
âAnd shouldnât I also walk on my flower path?â
All thatâs left wasâ
âHow do I screw Gerard up and escape?â
ââŠâŠ.â
âLetâs think about this.â
Because there was still time until morning.
***
Tuk, tukâ
Water dripped into the sink. The boyâs face was wet.
However, Heinrich couldnât come to his senses no matter how cold the water he used to wash his face was.
Because he overheard some deadly secret.
This morning.
Heinrich finally completed his invention.
An âInvisibility Cloakâ.
It was in the form of a simple cloak, but it hid the person wearing it like a ghost.
Wow, it was a first-class magic tool.
The higher the crafting difficulty, the higher the level of the magic tool, but the fact that a boy who had just started making magic tools made a first-class magic toolâ
It meant he was a âgeniusâ.
As Annette had believed, the boy became a genius.
âThis is the final test. Just do this and Iâm done!â
Heinrich was in the best mood until he walked around the hallway wearing an invisibility cloak for testing.
But there were some voices that took Heinrich down from his high.
It was a voice he heard by chance, leaking from the room where Madam Mimosa and Annette were.
âThe Prince said he would come to pick you up tomorrow morning, congratulations on your adoption, Annette.â
Clankâ
Heinrichâs pale hands, as it touched the sink, filled with strength.
âSister.â
His low voice resounded in the bathroom.
There was heartbreaking sadness and anger in that voice. He couldnât even breathe properly.
In the mirror, the boyâs wet eyes burned brightly.