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Originally MTLed by: soxfxia (in Cheesecake Scans)
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Chapter 3
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I wonder how much time has passed.
Click, rattle.
My ears perked up as I heard the sound of the lock being released. It wasn’t the usual sound I would hear from the opening at the bottom of the door—I mean, the rice hole.
The door itself was opening.
My mean uncle approached with a disapproving look on his face when he saw me sitting far away.
It never made a sound when I walked, but whenever my uncle took a step, the poor floor of the storage room creaked.
I looked at my aunt whose lips were trembling from forcibly smiling and then my uncle whose cold eyes flashed.
After that, I cleverly squeezed out my tears and smiled brightly.
“Auntie, uhncul!”
Lowering their guard is top priority in order to escape.
I stood up and expressed my obedience by bowing politely.
“I mishd you.”
The count’s eyes glistened cunningly at the child that was bright, helpless, and was desperately begging to be loved.
Did they think it would be a good idea to use me?
“Follow me.”
“Pawdon?”
“Your place of residence has been changed.”
“Oh-owkay!”
What place of residence for a child? Place of residence you say.
I remarked on the inside, but I nodded my head with tears welling in my eyes. Then I covered the rising corners of my mouth and pretended to sob.
At least I felt like I was a better actress than my aunt.
On this day, I was given my first set of proper clothes and a bedroom.
It was still a worn-out room, but it was luxurious compared to the warehouse I was previously locked up in.
There were carpets on the floor and a bed. It wasn’t cold enough to make my bones ache, and my feet didn’t get pricked by splinters every time I walked.
I should’ve been sitting next to my aunt in the dining room, but I was still in my room during dinner time because I kept refusing the maids who had come to wash me.
“I don wan two! Don toush me!”
When I was about to go crazy, ready to bite one maid, they were finally told to leave by my aunt.
“Give that beast some time to adjust.”
As expected, Count Eblanc said this, clearly annoyed.
Thanks to my acting, I was able to sit on my own in an empty bedroom for a while.
‘What a relief.’
I fiddled with the scruffy but pretty yellow dress I was wearing. So far, things were progressing like the third dream. It was so similar to the dream that I was almost at a loss.
‘Will the maid bring in a meal just like in the dream? Then I have to do my best to turn the maid into my enemy, right?’
My heart was pounding.
I was nervous and uneasy.
I thought I should wear something expensive to talk to the Grand Duke, so I stayed calm when they changed my clothes. If I looked like a commoner, I wouldn’t even be able to get near him.
Well, if it didn’t work, I could just sell the dress at a pawnshop just like I did in my third dream.
The pawnshop in the back alley didn’t ask my story nor tried to do anything bad to me.
In the dream, I just discovered it by chance, but now that I thought about it, there was a big sign of the devil religion on the wall of the pawnshop.
Perhaps that was why he bought my clothes without saying anything more?
My hair color was pitch black, so maybe he thought we were on the same side.
‘I’m not really sure… for now, everything has to be like the dream until I run away. Please.’
There was only one chance to run away from this mansion and I couldn’t miss it.
Afterwards, I’d have to do my best to look pitiful. Even if the devil archduke was terrifying enough to actually destroy the world, he still wouldn’t kick a poor child out.
Besides, in my dream, my dad already knew I was his daughter.
I’m not sure when he found out, had he already known and had plans to pick me up?
Anyway, they probably wouldn’t turn a blind eye to my black hair.
This hair color was the ‘proof.’
It was an indispensable proof that the blood of the devil flows in me. On top of that, my eye color was probably the same as his as well?
‘So I will ask for child support that you should have given, but didn’t!’
I’ll raise myself, so that I’m the one who deserves to receive the child support, not my aunt.
“Chiwd suppowt.”
“Chiiiwd suppowt.”
While attempting to pronounce ‘child support’ correctly, I swung my feet.
At that moment.
“Please eat.”
The door opened without even a knock.
She was the maid who I’d almost bit on the arm earlier and I could feel her anger when she brought and put down the food. The maid roughly set this and that, raising the corners of her trembling lips and forcing a smile.
I was internally a little surprised, but I didn’t let it show.
‘I-it’s really happening just like it did in the dream!’
That maid was the one who tormented me the most in my dreams.
It may look fancy on the outside, but she the meals she brought would either be cold or water-downed into a soup. She used her role of watching over me to bully me like that.
‘As expected.’
I stared at the supposed piece of meat that was still steaming and felt like throwing up because it smelled disgusting. There was mold stuck to it and even had maggots crawling below.
The very hot-looking red soup next to it had no solid ingredients. It was only boiled with spices and water, and even my nose could feel how spicy it was.
Both were definitely dishes not suitable for a five year old.
In addition, there was something else that was supposed to be there but wasn’t; the maid hadn’t brought me any cutlery.
Ha, so you’re telling me to eat like an uncultured beast?
‘If I eat this, I’ll have a stomach ache for days. I’ll never be able to run away.’
Terrible. It’s terrible.
Usually, there are only two choices a child can make in the midst of adult harassment and pressure.
‘Eat’ and ‘be forced to eat’.
But in my third dream, I didn’t eat it.’
Rather, I even fed the maid a spoonful.
I opened my mouth with an innocent face.
“Dat, blow it and fweed me.”
“Pardon? Miss, you have to eat it by yourself.”
“Nwo, if you don’t fweed me, I’ll twell the cwount.”
The Count held all the power in this family. And this Count wanted to take advantage of me. He wouldn’t do anything that was against my wishes right now.
The maid sighed deeply and tried to turn away.
“Then please wait a moment. I’ll go out and get a fork and a knife. I wonder if you know what they are.”
“Nwo. Ush your hans.”
Did I have such a bad personality? Perhaps I did. Speaking like I did in my third dream, I wasn’t afraid, and instead became more and more confident.
“Then miss, my hands will be burned.”
Thinking that she was being forced by me, the maid sighed and answered irritably.
“Ish dat swo? Den why would I eat wid my hwands?”
“T-that’s because I forgot…”
“Den does dat mean you cwant do your work pwopely?”
I looked straight at the flustered maid.
The maid glanced at my scarlet eyes, then flinched and shuddered.
“You’ll be cuwsed if you cawwy on dis way.”
I think I said something like that in my dream too.
I spit out one word at a time.
“Ged out. Knock, after makwing it again and bwing it back.”
“What? Miss, do you know how long that will take…!?”
“Will you weawy(really) be like dis?”
Hmph.
I’m perfectly prepared to tell on you. In a little while, Count Eblanc will be here to see what’s going on and I definitely had to take advantage of that.
“T-this devil… Who does this devil’s spawn think she is!”
“Hng, Coownt urf—”
The maid covered my mouth and stopped me from screaming. This was proof that abusing me was not ordered by the count nor my aunt, but was by her own volition.
I smiled brightly at the maid who was breathing roughly. Then pointed at the meat and ordered.
“You cwan eat it if you don like it.”
Even a baby can have a maid’s hand cut off, you know.
But the maid did not obey my orders and merely just stared at me motionlessly.
‘Of course, you wouldn’t want to receive orders from a little kid.’
I nodded, fully understanding the maid’s thoughts. Since she’s keeping this up, it’ll be harder for her in the future, so I’ll have to let her off this time. But as the daughter of a saint and a demon archduke, I fired one last shot with a clear tone to provoke the maid.
“You’re gonna get fired.”
Oh, I really wanted to say this so this one’s pronunciation came out well.
The maid’s expression turned green.
“No I won’t! Just because I call you miss, you must think a devil’s spawn can really become something.”
The maid’s threats entered my ear.
“Do you think someone like you can continue to be treated like a lady?”
Of course not. I didn’t really think I’d ever been treated like a lady, nor did I expect to be treated like one in the future. So the maid’s threats had zero chances of frightening me! Hmph!
“Eek, hey, the count is on his way here!”
“What?”
The door burst open and the maid who was keeping watch outside ran in.
Me, who read the room, immediately inhaled then…
“Uwaaaaaaaaah!”
I started crying from the top of my lungs.
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