How to Be a Dark Hero’s Daughter

“Today is not your day, is it? You’re out of luck, hm? My hobby is to beat people like you to death.”

I looked behind Collen’s back. The Devil Killer was there. Every night, he kidnapped drunk people, tortured them with great enthusiasm, and then killed them. This information came to my mind out of nowhere.

William looked like he was tied up by something, and he seemed unable to move.

The man screamed in pain as his bones broke. Collen beat him with a cane, which was in his right hand, while with his boot he pressed on his neck. This was the first time I saw so much blood.

Collen stopped hitting him to recover a little.

‘I need to run’, I thought.

I backed away. At that time, Collen’s eyes were fixed on me.

“Come here,” said Collen.

I went up to Collen, he grabbed my neck.

“It hurts!”

He pushed me against the wall…

‘I’m scared!’

When I saw his eyes so close, my body shuddered.

“Let me go…”

Many onlookers gathered at the noise, the police were already visible. Collen looked around and handed me the card.

“My name is Collen de Lewellton,” he whispered in my ear. “You’ll contact me, don’t you? We need to talk about the ‘help’ you gave me.”

He let me go. The police ran up to the alley, but I managed to escape from the scene of the murder. I can’t believe what I just saw. I need to think it over again. Is this world just a romance?

* * *

Why? How?

I couldn’t believe it. I looked at my hands, at the sky, at the slums where I lived.

‘Am I superfluous here?’

What is my role in this world? To be poor. To be a girl who asks for money from passers-by. Be the one who will shout “Oh my God! Here is the body.”

I was so stupid that I didn’t even know what it was like to be a prostitute…

My life was going nowhere.

Am I going to spend my life like this? I can’t even read nor eat anything tasty.

In a past life, I was a girl who died at a young age. I rarely got out of my bed, but I was smart. I’ve always read books, played puzzles, or solved Sudoku. My parents hugged me and told me to always be healthy and happy. I still remember their words.

‘How can I live now? After everything I’ve seen and learned.’

It would be better for me to live as an ordinary beggar. At least it was safe. I can’t believe… what I got myself into.

Four days have passed since those events. I woke up covered with an old blanket and newspapers.

“What’s this?”

I saw something roll off the blanket.

“Flowers…?”

I’ve never seen such flowers.

They look expensive.

There was a gold ribbon in the middle of the bouquet. Yes, it must be the same boy who sells flowers, he sometimes gave them to homeless children when there were too many.

Apparently I was lucky.

Several more flowers were wrapped in a newspaper nearby. Usually I used these newspapers as a blanket.

“Huh?”

My gaze fell on an ad that I hadn’t read yesterday.

[…work as a servant]

If I became a servant, I probably could leave the streets. But who will take someone like me?

Then I read the words that were just below.

Familiar words!

I took out the card Collen had given me and compared the words to those in the newspaper.

Soooo. Here is the address. And the name.

Yes, these are the same words as in the business card. I can read it!

[We are looking for beautiful girls to work as a servant.]

Below

[Duke Lewellton.]

I threw the newspaper aside.