A slum where the lower classes of the capital live.

Among them, a shabby market street alley with a strange stench.

A small child was hiding behind the wall, watching her.

'I'm going to die of hunger.'

The child is 6 years old this year.

The scars on her cheeks and corners of her body, such as her shoulders, had been from being beaten by beggars a few days ago.

That day she really nearly killed her.

'I still don't know what it is.'

Fortunately, the child, who had suffered death due to the tough life, finally woke up, and in the process, strange memories came back through her dream.

Just memories of a past life.

The child did not lead a peaceful life even in his previous life.

He died in a plane crash as the last memory of his life.

After that death, the child's soul moved somewhere along with the other souls.

The passage through which the souls moved was a vast space that could not be estimated. It is as mysterious and wide as the universe.

There were countless books, like a universe full of stars.

Huge books filled the world more densely than the sands of the desert.

It was as vast as another dimension.

A single ray of light guided the path of countless souls, and the child followed the light just like other souls.

Naturally, as if it were a set path.

The place we arrived at was in front of the cover of a book as big as a mountain and as huge as a barrier. It was like a book read by a giant.

Will the gates of heaven be that big and grand?

After waiting for a while, a huge book was opened.

Said the spirit guide. "This inside is the world in a book you read before you died."

Thus, the child's soul permeated the pages of a huge book.

'Still, how is it not a novel with a worldview without dreams and hopes like an apocalypse?'

Even though I comforted myself like that... Even if it was a novel in a peaceful world, it wasn't as good.

'What is my role...? Beggar?'

Is it a passerby role?

'What kind of novel is it?'

I thought about it, but nothing came to mind. Because I have read too many novels in my previous life.

That was not to say that there were no clues at all.

I had some memories from before I lived as a beggar.

The child was the illegitimate child of a noble family.

He was an idiot who didn't care about anyone in the house's family or users.

Then one day he suddenly got kicked out.

The man he knew was her father kicked her out and shouted so.

That was all the clues were.

'I can't even remember the name of the family.'

Anyway, whether in the world of fiction or the world of games, the child now has only one purpose.

That bread! It was that luscious bread.

'I think I'm going to die of hunger.'

The reason I was beaten by beggars a few days ago was that I couldn't steal that one piece of bread.

The smaller the body, the more advantageous it is to steal bread, but after the child was caught in failure, the bakery owner became very sensitive.

That is why he almost died while being beaten by beggar children.

'If I succeed this time, no one will give it to me and I will surely eat alone.'

After making a firm decision, the child ran out.

Like a little mouse, I rushed to the store in front of the bakery.

The child who sneaked on succeeded in snatching a loaf of bread at the speed of a hawk.

But....

"This beggar again!"

I was caught by the owner.

The bakery owner grabbed the boy by the back and began to smack him in the ass with a broom.

"Aww!"

The child struggled and screamed.

The bakery owner takes the bread from her child's hand and pops her ass and kicked her out.

"Ugh...."

The child, who had fallen to the floor and was swept away, raised his head bravely, holding back his tears.

'Are you going to take it again...?'

He didn't seem to have any talent for stealing.

Or maybe it's because the wound hasn't healed yet. It was all because of the beggars who beat themselves up.

"Are you okay?"

It was then. Suddenly, a clear voice was heard above her head.

A pure, clear voice that doesn't suit this neighborhood at all.

The child shakes her head! I lifted it up and looked at the main character of the voice. It was a girl who looked to be about ten years old.

'Hey, it's so pretty!'

She was the prettiest girl I've ever seen in my life.

How do people look like that? Just like the main character of a novel....

"Hmm...."

"......."

What?

The pretty girl with luscious brown hair stood still for a while and looked at the child.

Then, the meaningless "Hmm." It just kept making noise.

"Pink hair and sky blue eyes... Isn't it rare?"

At the girl's words, the child widened her eyes.

'Did you recognize this hair color? Great?'

It must have been that she was so dirty with the lure that she couldn't recognize her original color?

The child reached out and touched her messy hair with her hand.

'Ah! By the way, did it rain yesterday?'

It was raining and it seemed that she had to wash her hair of its own accord.

'It's a shame. I had to shower too!'

After she was beaten, she was so moaning that she couldn't even wash properly.

It's a very dirty story, but for the beggars here, it was every day.

"Baby. How old are you?"

"...6 years old."

"Um, six years old.... Would you like to come with me first?"

Said the girl. Her child glanced at her with her suspicious gaze.

'She's really pretty, but... Award-winning.'

She's trying to take herself the first time she sees it.

There was an illegal slave trade in this country.

She said that life as a slave was very miserable and miserable. More than beggars.

I don't know if it's fortunate or not, but the children of the beggars paid the adult beggars and received minimal protection.

To prevent slave hunters from catching children.

"......."

As her child looked suspiciously, her brunette girl pondered for a moment, she said.

"I am not weird! My name is Violet Fitz. It's Count Fitz's Violet."

Violet Fitz?

Her child's head turned quickly.

She's a name I've heard of somewhere. Clearly!

'But where was it?'

Violet Fitz with her brown hair and green eyes.

She was when the child pondered for a moment.

Growl.

It sounded like a small fish breathing inside her stomach.

'I don't know, I'm starving to death....'

To be honest, I was so hungry that I couldn't keep thinking.

Since finding out about her past life, her mental age has grown quite a bit, but her body is still a child.

Because of that, there were many times when her actions, words, and thoughts just popped out like a child younger than her actual age.

She apparently had increased her intelligence but lacked the nutrients to roll her head, and it seemed that her overload was coming.

So, when I was hungry, cold, or sleepy, it became impossible to think particularly delicately.

She only had her instincts left and she wanted to cry.

"Bread...."

As the child mumbled as she looked at the bread, Violet said, her eyes gleaming.

"When we go to our house, there are so many delicious things, right? It would be tastier than that bread... Hmm. If you don't want to go, I'll have to eat alone."

"Go, let's go!"

The child jumped up.

'Children's instinct' quickly started to rationalize.

'Yes, I am not a slave trader. It's clear. I bet you.'

There was no slave trader with such a pretty face in the novels she had read.

So, the child naively followed Violet.

* * *

After arriving at the huge mansion, the first place the child went to was the bathroom.

"Now, shall we wash?"

The maid with a friendly voice took off her clothes, which looked like rags.

"......!"

But when she saw the bruises all over the naked child's body, she gasped in surprise.

Her maid whispered softly into the ear of her other fellow maid next to her.

"Tell the lady that you think you should call the priest right now."

"Yes."

Even as the maids looked at him seriously, the child was staring at the bathtub full of warm water, her eyes gleaming.

"Shall we play with bubbles first and then get into the bathtub?"

At the friendly words, the child nodded her head.

The maids spent a very long time and painstakingly washing her child.

In the process, he gave me sweet chocolate milk to avoid feeling hungry.

Even though there was a lot of dirty water and it would be difficult to wash it, the maids did not show any dislike at all.

'They are good people.'

It was clear that all the people who used this mansion were good.

'Then the owner will be nice too, right?'

Obviously, it will. In the house where they lived before and were kicked out, the workers were as bad as the owners were.

'I'm not a slave trader. It shouldn't be...?'

Earlier, I was so hungry that I followed him blindly....

Maybe it was because I ate a little bit of something sweet, so rational thinking became possible a little bit.

'Isn't this wrong?'

I had such a disturbing thought.

However, when the maids came out of the shower and put on pretty clothes, my rational thoughts flew away again.

'Children's Instinct' was weak against her poisonous visual stimuli.

Her eyes twinkled when she saw something pretty or shiny and colorful.

'So pretty!'

The child looked down at the yellow dress she was wearing and her eyes lit up.

With every move she made, a twinkle of light shone from her fabric.

The hem of her skirt was embroidered with butterflies, and every time she shook her skirt, it seemed to fly away.

It was so strange that she turned around a couple of times like a dog crawling to bite my tail.

"Puffy...."

"Oh."

Seeing this, the maids were cute and smiled.

"......!"

'What am I going to do?'

The child, who finally came to her senses, swallowed her saliva. The fact that she looked so embarrassed made her mind wander.

'Injury to self-esteem....'

Because it was a child's body, her instinct was far superior to her reason. It was difficult in many ways.

The child made a solemn expression again.

"Now, shall we go eat? The chef must have prepared something very tasty!"

"Taste... Any food?"

"Yes! Warm bacon potato soup, tender steak sprinkled with fragrant spices, and even sweet desserts."

"......!"

At the maid's words, the universe unfolded in the child's mind.

Hot Bacon Potato Soup for this time of year.

There's a sirloin star over there.

Next to me is the T-bone steak star.

In the distance, a sweet chocolate cake star....

It was there. The child ran over and grabbed her maid's hand and threw it away.

"Let, let's eat! I want to eat."

Instinct is really scary.

* * *

All kinds of seafood were served on a large table.

As the maid said, hot soup, beef gratin, steak, mutton, grilled trout and clams!

The child got excited and started putting things in her mouth.

"......."

The servants tried to dry the child, but Violet, who was sitting at the top, stopped it.

"Just let me eat whatever I want. Just prepare an extinguishing agent."

"Okay, miss."

The child was holding a bone with flesh as big as my face and chewing it.

'Delicious!'

All that remained of the child was the passion to eat meat. Like a young wolf.

"Hmm... After washing it, it looks more similar. You're a real man, how can you be like this?"

Violet narrowed her eyes as she looked at the child.

"Are you talking about Adrian-nim, lady?"

The butler, who was standing by, poured water on Violet and asked a little.

"Yeah, right. Isn't that what the butler looks like?"

"But the house...."

"Right. The youngest of the family died right after he was born, obviously...."

Violet thought, tilting her head, not taking her eyes off the child.

'But... Doesn't it look like he's dead? No matter how much I think about it, I think I've found Adrian's little sister...?'