Lilac
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Chapter 16 The grip on my wrist, already being pulled painfully hard, grew even tighter. Even though I was just a child struggling to keep up with an adult's strides, the caretaker seemed dissatisfied with my slow pace. He roughly yanked me forward again whenever I lagged behind. "Hurry up and follow me." Even with his low warning, this was the best I could do. I was never the type to let stress get to me, so I simply ignored his words and took my time observing the unfamiliar…-
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Chapter 15 "Look at this, Mary!" The sound of small footsteps echoed from the end of the room. As I was tying up Cecil's hair, I turned my head to see Lizzie approaching with a sheet of paper in her hand. She proudly held up a drawing in front of me. "Look! I drew this! This is Mary, and next to her is Lizzie. Here's Cecil and Abel too." "Where am I?" Michael, who was sitting beside me, glanced at the drawing and asked Lizzie in a clear voice. At his question, Lizzie pursed her lips…
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Chapter 14 I usually don't dwell on things too much. After all, no matter how long I ponder, the first idea that comes to mind always turns out to be the best option. But at this very moment, agonizing over this was inevitable. 'If it's going to be like this every time I leave, I'm in real trouble.' How could I make the children understand that I'll be fine even if I go for education and that I'll return safely? Of course, I couldn't guarantee 100% safety, but given that I knew…
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Chapter 13 Through the gaps between the leaves, sunlight filtered down, mingling with the scent of pollen that prickled the tip of his nose. The children, scattered throughout, each blending into the scenery. In this secluded little paradise, Abel walked—toward a place untouched by sunlight, away from noise, somewhere distant where the voices of the children could not reach him. "Did you hear? Someone died in the next room again." Abel did not stop at the sound of someone's chatter,…
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Chapter 12 "It'd be best if you stopped causing trouble like this. There's nothing good about being thrown into solitary confinement too often. Especially you, white-haired brat. If you cause trouble again, you'd better be prepared for disposal. You know what that means, don't you?" Hearing the unfamiliar term in the caretaker's sudden warning, I couldn't help but tilt my head in confusion. Disposal? I had no memory of such a term appearing in the original novel. Since I wasn't the…
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Chapter 11 "I'm fine. It's just a few needle pricks." Michael, who had been startled by the nonchalant response, slowly lifted his head. The casual smile on the girl's face made his stomach churn in a way he had never felt before. "How...?" His widened eyes took in the young girl before him. In the deep darkness, an unexplainable sense of doubt began to gnaw at his mind. "Aaaaagh...!" For a brief moment, he had the illusion of hearing a desperate scream from…
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Chapter 10 The scent of rusted iron bars and mold. Every breath I took was filled with the damp air surrounding me. "Hmmm~♬" Humming quietly, I bobbed my head in rhythm inside this windowless space, where I couldn't tell if it was night or day. It was more of a habitual tic than anything else, but in reality, it was the only way to endure the eerie underground prison without doing nothing at all. 'Has Michael lost his mind from being in a place like this?' Children are supposed…
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Chapter 09 Clank— The rusty iron-barred door creaked open with a sharp noise. "Go inside. If you cause trouble here, you'd better be prepared for punishment." Feeling a firm push on my back, I naturally stepped into the prison-like space. I had expected a solitary confinement cell to be a fully enclosed room, but this place resembled more of an underground dungeon. And in that pitch-black space, Michael lay bound with ropes, his limbs tied up as he lay sprawled carelessly on the…
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Chapter 08 Countess Wellesley de Blackwood was the first designer in high society to introduce luxury brands to the public. Her so-called clothes made by nobles sparked a massive trend, and she was once praised and celebrated as the Empress's official designer. That is to say, she once did receive such recognition. "This is not it!" Riiip—! With a hysterical shriek, the Countess furiously tore the fabric apart, then stomped on the scattered pieces before snatching up a needle and…
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Chapter 07 The worst disaster. 'Michael...' It wasn't an exaggeration to call him the worst. Michael was truly the most dangerous of all disasters. Unlike other disasters who only had the power to destroy a single nation, Michael alone possessed enough strength to bring about the end of the entire world. And in fact, when the world was destroyed in the end, it was mostly Michael's power that was used. Despite being the youngest and even a slave by status, Michael would eventually…
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