Hello, Ms. Funina

You are children born from loneliness.

Hearth House will ensure that you grow strong.

Your goal is to learn, compete, defeat all your brothers and sisters, and become the [King] here.

I brought a cake... Would you like some?

I heard that on winter nights, the sky will be hung with colorful auroras...

When you grow up, let's go and see it together!

You will become a very good [King].

Sorry... Thank you...

Flowers that are not growing well should have been cut off long ago. It's a bit disgusting to wait until today to wither - don't you think so?

[Innocence] and [Kindness], what beautiful qualities, but unfortunately... they are useless!

A bound bird will never fly to the sky, and you are no exception!

Give up, let me, as a [mother], guide you to become a real [King]!

This is the will of Her Majesty the Queen——

[I have forgiven your sins]

[And give you a new name]

[Pass on this bloody name]

[Poor]

[Crazy]

[Cursed [servant]]

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Squeak—squeak—

The birds were playing mischievously, jumping between the branches.

The person under the tree was lying on the grass, fortunately the sunlight was not glaring.

However, the person still woke up.

She propped up half of her body, symbolizing the cursed eyes and looked at the city in the distance.

Suddenly, a breeze blew, and her short white hair danced in the wind, and the black highlights added a touch of ominous atmosphere to her.

"Uh-huh..." She shook her head with one hand on her head.

"Don't remind me like this, I won't forget them..."

She seemed to be talking to herself, and seemed to be talking to someone. But she was the only one in this area.

The black curse spread on her arms, and her nails were extremely sharp.

After being in a daze for a while, she finally took action again.

She stood up, patted the dust on her clothes, and looked at the prosperous city in the distance.

"Fontaine, I'm back."

...

Many years ago.

Fontaine.

The child of the curse, the disaster that brings bad luck, the devil, the witch, the damn scourge...

These malicious words, Peruvian's ears are almost calloused.

The blood fork on the eyes, the black thing on the arm, the power of black flames, the power that can easily deprive others of their lives, the ominous child abandoned by his parents...

Too many, Peruvian has long been numb.

No matter what others say, it doesn't matter to Peruvian, she only cares whether she is still alive tomorrow.

As long as she can live, Peruvian will be satisfied.

There is no way. For children like Peruvili who are abandoned by their parents, being alive is already the biggest luxury, not to mention having a delicious full meal.

The Gray River, the underground pipeline of Fontaine, is also the place where children like Peruvili live.

They are like a group of sewer rats that are afraid of the light.

Oh, they are indeed sewer rats.

Children abandoned by their parents are looked down upon even by the lower-class people living in the Gray River.

The weak will vent their violence against the weaker, trying to satisfy their vanity.

Being beaten for no reason, having the food they have finally found robbed, and having the Mora they occasionally picked up taken away are all commonplace, and the children have long been accustomed to it.

Because they are the weakest and have no power, then they deserve to be robbed and bullied.

In this case, why not run away?

Escape outside Fontaine, or leave Fontaine?

Where can they go if they run away?

Don't forget, they are just a group of children, children who can't even solve the problem of food and clothing.

Where do they get the strength to escape?

Even if they escape to the wild, what should they do with the monsters and beasts everywhere?

A child, facing dangerous monsters and beasts, can only become a snack.

Fontaine is prosperous, but it does not belong to these abandoned children.

Peruvili returned to the Gray River. She lowered her head and moved to her bed slowly.

It's called a bed, but it's actually a few pieces of waste cardboard spread on a wet iron plate.

Curled up in the corner, Peruvili took out a bitten and dusty bread from her patched clothes.

This is her food today.

A soft bread that was thrown away by its owner because it tasted bad.

Although it was dirty, Peruvili could still smell the aroma of bread.

What kind of smell is that?

Peruvian didn't know how to describe it. She had never been to school and didn't know a single word. She only knew that the dirty bread smelled so good, much better than the black bread crumbs she had picked up before.More.

This bread is very soft when you bite it, and it is much more delicious than the hard and bitter black bread.

Moreover, this is pure bread, not the inferior bread with sawdust mixed in it like black bread.

After eating black bread, Peruvili will feel a sore throat, but this bread does not have that uncomfortable feeling.

Peruvili huddled in a corner, because of all kinds of negative rumors, the children around her were unwilling to pay too much attention to her, which also allowed her to enjoy this delicious bread alone.

Even if Peruvili slowed down her eating speed, she still finished this small and bitten bread.

Putting her finger into her mouth, Peruvili sucked it with reluctance, she didn't want to let go of a trace of the taste of bread.

This bread tastes so delicious, it is the most delicious bread Peruvili has ever eaten.

Novel soft bread, Peruvili will never forget this delicious feeling in her life.

I want to eat more, I want to eat this kind of bread!

Peruvili licked her lips, and a glimmer flashed in her dim eyes.

Such delicious bread, if I could eat one every day, no, half, half would be great!

If I could eat half a piece every day, I would be the happiest child in the world.

I really don't know, is there such a happy child in the world?

Peruvili lay on her side on the bed, she pulled a piece of cardboard to cover herself.

The Gray River was very cold at night, although this cardboard didn't have much effect in keeping out the cold, but it was better than nothing.

Today's luck was very good, I picked up a delicious bread, which made Peruvili's dead mood fluctuate a little.

Peruvili didn't know what would happen tomorrow, she just hoped that she could find something edible from the restaurant's swill bucket tomorrow, and it must not be too watery.

I just hope that those noble lords can order a little more, eat a little less, so that she, the mouse of the Gray River, can eat happily.

She didn't get the noble meal today, but she was lucky enough to pick up a soft bread.

There was no other way. There were too many rats in the Gray River, and they were all very hungry. It was impossible for anyone to leave some food for the latecomers.

After all, they didn't even know if they could live to see tomorrow, so how could they have the energy to care about others?