Rosie hated the poverty-stricken house and the village children who wouldnât leave her alone.
What I hated the most was the incompetent mother.
Why did you give birth to me?
Mom has no powers and I donât have a father.
âMom, I want to eat chocolate.â
âI know. Mother has no money.â
Aaron, the richest man in town, boasted that his parents bought him expensive chocolates.
â⌠I want to eat it, too.â
âI want to eat chocolate too! Not this tasteless food!â
It was one day when I couldnât stand the wretched poverty and avenged my anger on Celine.
That day, Rosie stormed out of the house.
But the 10-year-oldâs wanderings didnât last long as night fell and she had nowhere to go.
She returned home with no energy and fell asleep, sniffling as usual.
I hope tomorrow doesnât come
I donât want to see my mom like that.
She fell asleep with all kinds of hatred and dissatisfaction.
When morning came, Rosie was desperate.
âRosie, are you sick? Why do you keep screaming?â
A dark unconscious sucked in Rosieâs soul.
She watched her mother and the woman who took her body away from her in horror.
âMy daughter, why are you doing this? Tell your mommy. Okay?â
Mom, thatâs not me! Iâm here!
Rosie screamed at the top of her lungs.
But my mother, as if she hadnât heard a thing, hugged the thing that had taken my body.
âI love you, my daughter.â
Mom, why canât you see me?
Rosie woke up at the title they were calling her.
When I was a child, I wanted to become a noble person who received ecstatic gazes like a saint.
From what Iâve experienced, itâs nothing.
But I didnât hate the way everyone looked up to me.
People who used to look down on me act like they would kneel for me, how canât you hate that?
Rosie felt euphoric for a moment.
But then, a person who shouldnât have been seen caught my eye.
She shunned those who called her and hurriedly left the banquet hall.
Chasing after the black figure, she turned her back on the fancy party hall and ran into the dark garden.
She hurriedly called the man.
I hoped the man would stop at my words, even though I could catch up if I ran.
As she spoke the name, the man paused and finally turned his head.
â⌠It was you too.â
My voice shook as I recognized the manâs face.
The jet-black hair and dark eyes were unusual.
Above all, the manâs distinct facial features had a fascinating corner that drew peopleâs attention.
Iâve been with that man for so long, thereâs no way I canât recognize him.
âWhy are you here? You shouldnât be here.â
âWhy do you think I shouldnât be here?â
The man she knew couldnât get out of the âCursed Landâ.
This is because the moment you come out of the cursed land, your body is enveloped in burning pain.
If he stay out for a long time, this man may die.
So it was only once that a man came out to the cursed land.
âYouâve done quite a bit of work thinking Iâm not going to come out of the Cursed Land.â
Rosie couldnât keep her eyes on one spot and moved around. Like a child worried about getting in trouble.
But, contrary to Rosieâs thoughts, the man smiled kindly.
The manâs words meant so many things that Rosie couldnât answer right away.
Was he asking about killing Rose and trying to kill her again?
Or that I had taken Roseâs place?
if not⌠Taking her place, is he blaming me for being the savior?
âAre you here to take my place, or are you here to reveal that Iâm not the Savior?â
â⌠Yes. Thatâs because you love her so much!â
The moment when all the nobles had turned their heads to me seemed like a dream now.
This man in front of me is going to ruin her place and her revenge.
But the manâs words were short, sarcastic, and surprising.
âNo. That seat is yours..â
âIf you really want it, you are the savior.â
âAre you dissatisfied even if I let you do it?â
Savior meant a lot to the man, so Rosie questioned.
âWhy are you just giving it to me? Itâs not like youâre going to do anything good for me, is this the one thatâs good for Rose?â
Instead of answering, the man looked at Rosie with an incomprehensible gaze.
The black eyes were shiny on the outside like black pearls, but they never showed the inside.
âI thought that if I saw you again, you would try to kill me, for killing Rose, whom you love so much.â
Still unable to understand the manâs heart, Rosie said something that could shake him.
The manâs eyelashes trembled for an instant, and as always, he regained his composure.
âI made you, so why would I kill you?â
âI donât want to hurt you.â
âYouâre lying, youâll kill me if I get in your way.â
The man smiled briefly as if she wasnât wrong.
âYou like flashy things. Iâll be happy to give you that place, and give up on revenge. Then I will help you enjoy that glory forever.â
The words were wrapped in colorful meaning. When you look inside, you feel disgusted.
âYou say that when you know why Iâm doing this?â
Sheâd been trapped in the darkness for so long, with no one to save her.
Every time she would wake up, she would have to face a painful scene.
The moment someone took over my body, stole my momâs love, and took my life.
âFor that stupid thing, my mother died miserably.â
The thief was so busy taking care of herself that she didnât even realize what was happening to my mom.
Rosie wandered around her like a ghost.
Without being able to escape from the darkness. I couldnât cry because I didnât have a body, and I cried in a way that I could express.
It was Lee Si-eon who saved her then. it was this man
âYou are the one who made me. You didnât expect something like this, and you saved me?â
The man had appeared one day.
He saw her when no one else did, pulled her out of the darkness, and built her a body.
âThank you for making this body. Iâll use it wisely.â
Rosie turned her back on Si-eon.
For a moment, she ran after the manâs gaze.
It wasnât a sexual feeling.
Savior. It was the desire to receive one glance and one attention from the man who saved me.
As she took her steps back to the banquet hall, at that moment she ran into a tall man.
The green eyes of a man with fine blonde hair swaying in the wind looked down at her.
Did you hear the conversation?
The manâs lips twitched.
In my dream, I walked through a pure white space. It was all white and there was no end in sight.
As I walked, I picked up an object that had fallen to the ground.
It looked familiar, and I realized it was the one Iâd thrown away three years ago when I was told I could sense the energy of a devil worshiper.
My mom gave it to me, I remember it.
Memories were mixed and forgotten.
As I fondled the pendant with a nostalgic feeling, I heard a voice.
â Do you still want to forget your memories?
What? Where is that coming from?
I looked down at the source and saw the pendant.
The pendant twitched as if the lid was about to open. I opened it, mesmerized.
Inside it was a picture of a smiling woman with pink hair.
Seeing her gave me a strange feeling.
â I asked if you still want to forget your memories.
Then the Pendant spoke to me again.
I hesitated for a moment before answering.
Otherwise, I think Iâll cry all day.
I donât want to cry anymore
I want to go back to my college days when I had no thoughts.
At that time, my mother wasnât sick and it was all goodâŚ
The opened lid was closed.
pen the lid to see Celineâs face again, but it didnât budge.
But soon my memories were also sucked into the pendant, and I forgot what I was doing.
When I closed my eyes like that, I was in reality.
âDid you have a good dream, wife?â
The silver-haired man ruffled my hair with an ecstatic smile.