As I opened my eyes, I saw a shabby attic ceiling.
ââ¦Today was the start.â
I got up quietly, took off my only pajamas, and changed into a rag-like dress.
Pajamas were the only clothes I had left that werenât torn apart. And the rest were made up of clumsy sewing skills.
I quickly left the attic and went into the kitchen before the director came screaming.
âOh, Iâm tired alreadyâ¦â
Iâm used to going to bed late and waking up early, but that didnât mean I wasnât tired.
I hurriedly took out a large pot and put all the vegetables I had yesterday.
The soup was the only thing that I could cook with these limited ingredients.
On the other hand⦠Iâm just a nine-year-old child, but the director seems to think Iâm already 19 years old.
Taking turns preparing meals, that was then, but from some point on, I was in charge of it.
It was exactly what the other kids put me to, and the director pretended not to see anything regarding it.
âHeh. Does he think Iâm better off doing what other kids do than eating? Do I have to think of it positivelyâ¦?â
Well, I simply tried to rationalize and chew those negative thoughts inside.
The good news was that I know how to cook to some extent.
As I peered into the boiling pot, I tried to close my eyes.
ââ¦â
At that moment, there was a small rumbling sound from my stomach.
But even though the soup was being cooked right in front of me, I couldnât be the first to eat.
Because what was given to me was all that was left after taking the share of the other kids.
The evil director was my rice bowl.
It was a very unhappy setting, no one takes care of me unlike the other kids.
One time when I was so hungry, I got caught trying to eat a piece of bread first, then I faced the director who turned into a beast.
âIt was up to me anyway.â
However, I never want to receive a nagging bomb with a shrill voice under the guise of the directorâs discipline.
âIâm not going to eat because itâs disrespectful?â
After a while, the children started coming down one by one with a loud noise.
The way the children sat, rubbing their sleepy eyes, was starkly different from my situation.
And even when the children and the director started eating, I couldnât sit down and eat with them.
After I showed my portion of the plate to the director, only then I was able to eat.
My meal didnât take that long to finish because it was only a small amount in the first place.
âWhen youâre done, go ahead and clean up.â
I shrugged at the harsh words of the director.
If I donât obey, he would glare at me again and scold me.
After quietly leaving the dining room, I took out a broom and started cleaning.
The orphanage, which wasnât very spacious, always became dirty, even if I cleaned it every day.
Cleaning should be done with the other kids, but Iâm the only one actually doing the job, cleaning the place with all I could.
It was only me.
The others were mopping it up and making it twice as dirty by walking on it.
âCough, cough⦠Itâs dirty.â
When I swept away the dust in the corner, I coughed on my own.
The cleaning was familiar enough to be worn out. Iâve had enough of it in my previous life.
âI could work as a cleaner when I grow up.â I muttered to myself.
A year ago, when I woke up from this childâs body, how absurd it was.
I thought I was killed in a car accident, but now Iâm an eight-year-old girl.
Now, Iâm a year older, currently nine years old, but the fact that Iâm still a child, it hasnât changed anyway.
Thatâs the same as when I was a child.
âAyla was lovely.â
It was the Helsion Empire. After hearing the name of this place I found out that it was from the novel I was reading in my previous life.
Fortunately, I remembered clearly the year the original began.
Imperial year 1220. The male leadâs birthday was also December 20th, whether it was the writerâs intention or whatever.
Anyway, it was just 10 years before the original began.
Iâm an extra who didnât even appear in the novel. I took a deep breath and continued cleaning.
âHey, black hair!â
Then a ringing voice called me.
Oh, here we go again. âYes, why?â
I pressed down my annoyance and answered mildly.
It would have been a mess if I ignored their call or talked back.
Lily, whom the butler adores, was also an orphan.
âThe director was calling you.â
â..Why?â
âDonât ask me? Maybe Itâs because you donât clean properly. And donât talk to me!â
Lily, who shot with a vicious expression, ran away.
Who always talks to me first? I donât want to talk to you either.
There were no words to compare with her audacious manners.
âTell me whatâs going onâ¦â
With the broom I was holding on one side of the wall, I washed my hands in cold water and headed to the directorâs office.
Knock, knock~
âDirector, itâs Rita.â
There was no answer beyond the closed wooden door.
âWell, sir, Iâm the black haired kidâ¦â
I knocked on the door again, saying that I have black hair, not my name, because I hate being called by my name.
Then, I heard rough footsteps and the door burst open.
âYou! I told you! you didnât have a name!â
Thatâs right.
The directorâs face, when he opened the door, was distorted like an ugly beast.
Even if my hair was black it doesnât mean I harm people.
Of course such complaints were only swallowed up.
âIâm sorry.â I gently bowed my head and said.
The director nodded his head telling me to come in, it seems heâs not angry anymore.
He would normally have yelled right away, but what the heck?
âYou, go to the market and get me todayâs ingredients.â
Cancel everything I said that he was getting better! I tried to evaluate the expression on his face which was about to crumple again.
âWell, todayâs Lilyâs day toâ¦â
âI told you not to argue with me! Lily needs to get her new clothes tailored today, so you should go! You have nothing to do anyway.â
I tried to rebut it carefully, but all I got back was yelling. I couldnât believe thereâs nothing I could do with my situation.
He was so terrifying and arrogant.
âI am the busiest person in the orphanage, Iâm in charge of cleaning and dining.â
How was it that they are so similar?
Whether from my past lifeâs orphanage or here, the vicious orphanage director seemed to be everywhere.
Because thereâs no such place to be called good with empty words.
ââ¦Yes, I got it.â
âThen get out!â
I bit my lip, bowed my head, and left the directorâs office. Iâm the one who brought the ingredients the day before and yesterday.
My arm hurt from carrying heavy vegetables for two consecutive days.
Then the resentment came, but I didnât have the courage to go back to the directorâs office and say that I didnât want to go.
In an orphanage where a child like me couldnât escape, if I go against the directorâs decisions, I would only be locked up in a warehouse.
So, it wasnât that I hadnât tried to run away from this place.
Although itâs a childâs body, my mind wasnât that of a child, so I thought that I could somehow make a living.
So, when I woke up and realized where this place was, I tried to escape while everyone was asleep.
But things didnât work out as well as I thought, and the escape attempt was unsuccessful.
I tried, I really didâ¦
But I was caught by a villager coming down from the mountain and was brought back to the orphanage.
Not to mention, I was locked up in a narrow, dark warehouse for a week.
After that, I gave up running away. I knew Iâd be persecuted wherever I went.
At least until Iâm old enough to take care of myself.
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After putting on my shabby robe, I grabbed a basket and left the orphanage.
When I squinted and looked up at the sky, the sun was blazing above my head.
I felt a little better doing this when I was depressed.
âThe director said heâs going out with Lily today, so I could take it slow.â
Normally, I ran back and forth because of the director who would get angry if I didnât go back quickly, but today thereâs no need for that.
Thanks to it, I walked a little leisurely.
The shoes I am wearing now are about one foot smaller than mine, so if I walk for a long time, I often get blisters.
If I walk fast, my feet hurt.
âCome on!â
âWe sell fresh fish!â
As I entered the market, loud voices rang everywhere.
ââ¦If possible, I wish I could have an ordinary child with a normal family.â
Itâs like all other novels. Why couldnât I get out of being an orphan?
Looking at these things, it seems to be true that people have different fates.
âOh, my! Look over there. Itâs cursed black hair!â
Although the setting wasnât described in detail in the original, there was a myth that black-haired people are descendants of demons.
People easily rejected and despised others based only on myths that werenât known whether they were true or not.
So every time I went out, I used a ragged robe to cover my head, but the villagers who already knew me didnât care.
âHey! Do you want to stop doing business in the morning? Donât look at things like that.â
âWhy are you coming out and making a fuss?â
Until earlier I was walking slowly, and then I hurried as I heard their words.
Even though I covered my hair, they couldnât stop criticizing me.
It was sad that I couldnât even afford to enjoy my time alone.
It was a moment ago that I felt a little better because of the nice weather.
Arriving at the store in the alley, I carefully called the owner.
âWell, uncle, Iâm here to get ingredients again.â
Fortunately, Uncle Philip greeted me with a smile.
âRita, are you here again today?â
âYes, the director said he was going to buy new clothes with Lily.â
âI see. I think Iâll just have to get you your own clothes rather than Lily⦠Now, at least eat this. Iâll take care of you in a minute.â
âThank youâ¦â
I carefully received the plums the uncle had brought out.
By the way, wasnât this my first time eating this?
Fruits like plums are so popular in orphanages but I havenât even tasted it.
I took a bite of the smooth, pretty plum, and the sweet and sour juice came out.
ââ¦So delicious!â
âHaha! Wasnât it? Iâve got it from my wife to give it to you when you come.â
âAunt Meghan?â
Oh, sheâs so very generous to offer me the prettiest one.
Those words warmed my heart.
Not everyone in the village liked me, but Uncle Philip and Aunt Meghan were really nice to me.
Erita liked those feelings, even if it was sympathy.
âNow, todayâs potatoes, onions, and meat
âThank you, Uncle Philip. Please tell Aunt Meghan Iâm thankful.â
âIâm sorry that this was the only thing that I could do for you.â
At the words of the man while stroking my hair, I almost shed tears like a child.
Perhaps itâs because I pretended to be a child in order not to appear strange. My emotions trembled easily.
Although Iâm older than what I look like, I still feel like a child in front of my uncle everytime.
âNo. Iâm still thankful enough.â Erita said Iâm a calm voice.
âWouldnât it be heavy to carry alone?â
I smiled and shook my head at his friendly words.
âItâs okay. You have to take care of your business, too.â
âHey, if you want to eat plums again next time, sneak up on me. Iâll definitely leave one for sure.â
âOkay, Thank you Uncle Philip⦠Iâll go ahead.â
Holding back the tears that were about to leak out, I quickly left the alley.
The basket full of heavy vegetables weighed on the soft shoulders, but time had passed already, so I couldnât be late.
âIf I go back late, the kids would definitely report me to the director.â
Erita ran fast in a hurry and didnât notice anyone walking in front of her.
âAhh!â
As my small body bumped into the stone-like, hard legs of someone, I fell on my butt.
At the impact, the basket I was holding fell on the floor, and a few round potatoes and onions slipped out.
The robe that was covering my face finally moved, but my heart was pounding thinking of the potatoes that were rolling farther away.
âOh, no!â
If any of them were missing, the director would starve me instead.
âIâm sorry. Iâm really sorry.â
I bowed down to the person I bumped into and apologized over and over again, and picked up the scattered potatoes and onions.
ââ¦Eight, nine.â
One potato was missing.
As I looked around, with an almost crying face, a potato appeared in front of my eyes.
âHere it is.â
A low voice clung to my ear.
A sigh of relief burst out when I saw the potato in his huge hand.
âThank you!â
He was much taller and bigger than me, and as his robes wrapped around him tightly, I couldnât see the face of the person who picked up and handed me the potato.
Then I just took the potatoes and put them in the basket and thanked him for the last time.
âThanks to him, the director wonât have a reason to starve me.â
And just as I was leaving, the man suddenly blocked my path.
âCould I ask you something for a moment?â
ââ¦Yes?â
I would be scolded if Iâm late, but the man also helped me pick up the potatoes.
late, but I still picked up potatoes.
âMay I ask where you live?â
To that question, I hesitated, and answered him in a small voice.
âIâm staying at the Lysen orphanage over there.â
My finger pointed at the direction of the orphanage. The manâs eyes turned to where I pointed at.
âThen could I leave now? Iâll be scolded if I donât go quickly.â
When I spoke impatiently, the man hurriedly spoke again.
âThen, please answer this one question.â
âYes.â
âCould you tell me your name?â
The orphanage called me black-hair, but I had a name too.
âItâs Erita. I donât have a last name.â
ââ¦Ah, thatâs right.â
The man who heard my name muttered, but now I was in a hurry and said that I would leave.
âIâll go now. Thank you for picking up the potatoes.â
ââ¦Yes. Goodbye.â
Then the man said nothing for a moment, and then greeted me in a calm voice.
At that moment, my heart was relieved and I quickly started running towards the orphanage.
âSee you soon⦠My daughter.â
In the end, I didnât listen to what the man muttered behind, as I was furiously running towards the orphanage.
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The man, who had been looking at the direction Erita had left, only left after the figure of the child had disappeared.
âKyle.â
A knight in the same robe behind him appeared at his call.
âYes, Grand Duke.â
âIâm going to the Lysen Orphanage tomorrow. I wonât reveal my identity, so prepare yourself.â
âYes, sir!â
In response to Kyleâs answer, the man called the Grand Duke smiled, still staring at the direction where the child had run.
âBlack hair that has been passed down from generations, and the pretty purple eyes that look just like my deceased wife.â
The child resembled my wife very much.
Besides, the mana lurking in the childâs heart was very familiar.
A mana that no one else could have. The familiar magic I felt a year ago.
It took me a year to find out exactly where it was because it was only a small wave, but I finally found it.
âErita, thatâs right.â
ââ¦â
âMy lost daughter.â
âI would obey the command of the Lord.â
At that, Kyle bowed his head in obedience and disappeared.
The manâs eyes sank as he stared at the Lysen Orphanage, who was left alone.
The clothes that Erita was wearing, the worn-out shoes, were worse than the rags she was wearing.
And a heavy basket that was difficult for a child to lift alone.
The girlâs sharply bruised hand was seen clearly in front of him.
She was a child who had to be raised more precious than anyone else.
âMy beloved daughter, Erita.â
A beautiful and eerie smile appeared on Aslanâs face, staring in the direction Erita had disappeared.
âIâll pick you up in a minute.â
So just wait a little bit, my daughterâ¦