So the boy was a latecomer, and a very late latecomer at that.
That’s why Laila knew exactly what the boy was about to say to her.
If you hear similar curses with just a few different words more than ten times, even someone with a poor memory will eventually memorize the entire curse.
And Laila wasn’t particularly bad at remembering things.
“Ha.”
Was that the last one? Surely another sibling wouldn’t come again?
It’s annoying and tiresome.
‘It’s been over a week since they started cursing at me, but do they still want to curse at me?’
No, she didn’t even understand why they were cursing at her in the first place.
Whether it was because of the rumor that she had fallen head over heels for an orphan and acted like a fool, or whatever, what did that have to do with them?
‘Perhaps they simply require a target for cursing out of sheer boredom.’
……Maybe.
‘What a truly despicable family.’
Laila, who was walking around cursing her family, soon arrived at her destination.
Laila stopped for a moment, swallowed her saliva, and then entered her “destination,” her bedroom.
“Ugh!”
As soon as she entered her bedroom, Laila frowned.
Laila didn’t bother to straighten her face and went straight to the round table in the center of the room.
She then picked up the rectangular tray on the table.
The contents of the tray were simple.
A plate with a moderate amount of food.
And a fork and spoon to eat it with.
They were truly nothing special, but at this moment, Laila couldn’t even bring herself to properly look at them.
It bothered her.
Laila reflexively closed her eyes tightly to avoid looking at the tray, then realized that by doing so, she wouldn’t be able to see anything at all, not just the tray, and opened her eyes again.
‘…Let’s get out of here quickly.’
With trembling hands, she clutched the ends of the tray and ran out of the bedroom.
The direction Laila headed after leaving the bedroom was to the room right next to hers.
Knock knock.
Supporting the tray with one hand, Laila knocked on the door and spoke.
“Sion, it’s me. Can I come in?”
Silence.
“I’ll come in.”
Still silent.
Without waiting for a response, Laila opened the bedroom door.
If she waited any longer, she wouldn’t hear an answer from inside the bedroom anyway. It had always been that way.
‘What’s going on?’
But as Laila closed the door and stepped into the bedroom, she was slightly surprised.
Laila’s gaze lingered on the young man lying motionless on the bed.
‘…Is he sleeping?’
The owner, who had taken over this bedroom not long ago.
Despite the sun rising high in the sky, Sion was still fast asleep.
Thunk.
Carefully placing the tray on a noticeable table, Laila hesitated for a moment before approaching the bed.
She stared at Sion’s face as he slept soundly in the sunlight.
Suddenly, she felt melancholic.
Why is this child so extraordinary?
What did he eat, or how was he born to keep resurrecting no matter how many times he died?
‘How nice would it be if everything could be solved the moment he passes away.’
If that were the case, Laila could attempt her first assassination right now.
As Laila alternated between staring at Sion’s peacefully sleeping face and the pillow on one side of the bed, she sighed.
What was she thinking?
If things could be resolved in that way, she wouldn’t have bothered to save this child in the first place, enduring all that hardship.
And even now…
She wouldn’t be going through all this trouble.
Laila glanced briefly at the tray she had placed on the table, feeling troubled again.
Her heart sank again.
Ah.
Oh, God.
Why are you putting me through this? Is it because I rarely visit the temple?
But what can I do when there are no temples within the Marquis’ territory? If you’re going to punish someone, shouldn’t it be the Marquis himself?
Finished with her meaningless ramblings and prayers, Laila cast a bitter glance at the sleeping Sion.
“…….”
Soon, Laila furrowed her eyebrows.
Looking at Sion, deeply asleep, she couldn’t help but recognize something once more, almost as if it were inevitable.
It was none other than Sion’s appearance.
With his eyes closed and lying quietly, Sion looked like a doll.
His dense golden eyelashes and fair skin.
Why does he already have such a prominent nose at this age, making one wonder?
Apart from his black eyes, his lips, which had the most vivid color on his face, were a rosy pink.
And the small, slender face that held them all.
Laila sighed suddenly.
Based on her experience, this child, with his fortunate genetics, would likely grow up to be a very plausible handsome man in ten years, retaining these distinctive features.
And with such looks!
He would fight the evil god and protect the world!
He’s not just an ordinary hero, but a handsome hero.
Not just moderately handsome, but incredibly handsome to the point where people couldn’t help but nod in agreement, even if you awkwardly added terms like “mythical handsome hero” or whatever to describe him.
Indeed.
How many people would worship and adore him?
She hadn’t experienced that level of future yet, but perhaps it might even lead to the creation of a religion.
A religion worshiping the handsome hero who saved the world.
‘I hope he becomes so revered that he commits sacrilege and falls into hell.’
It wouldn’t be easy for the hero who saved the world to fall into hell. But what if blasphemy was involved?
For once, she imagined a future she found pleasing. Laila’s lips twitched as she choked back a mean laugh.
That’s when it happened.
Shift.
“……!”
Sion, who had been lying quietly on the bed, moved slightly.
Laila involuntarily stepped back in surprise, then stopped herself.
…No, why did I step back? Is this like a thief getting caught in the act?
Laila coughed softly as she froze in place. Don’t panic. She hadn’t done anything wrong.
Although she had imagined the opponent being harshly thrown into hell, what was the point? It was just my imagination anyway.
Even though the boy in front of her, barely ten years old, could die and come back to life and might be the key to saving the world in the future, he didn’t have the ability to read other people’s minds.
…Probably.
‘Right, he doesn’t have that ability.’
With a somewhat anxious feeling, Laila waited for Sion to wake up.
But even as more time passed, Sion didn’t wake up.
“…Ah, what’s wrong with me?”
She got startled for no reason and needlessly tensed up.
Laila muttered discontentedly, feeling her tension dissipate.
Come to think of it, this situation seemed oddly familiar.
“Hmm?”
At that moment, as Laila lowered her head, feeling something under her foot, she discovered something suspicious.
A crumpled piece of paper.
‘What’s this?’
Did Sion doodle on a piece of paper last night out of boredom and then crumple it up and throw it away?
…… Something didn’t feel right. Did that kid really behave like a typical child?
‘Could it be…?’
As a certain assumption came to mind, Laila quickly bent down to pick up the crumpled paper.
She hid the piece of paper in her pocket and began to look around the room, starting at the foot of the bed and then everywhere else she could find.
‘There can’t be more like this, can there? I need to find them all. Not here, not here, not here…’
After thoroughly searching the bedroom, Laila turned her gaze back to the bed.
The nightstand!
Perhaps there was more paper or something similar over there…
Then it must be dealt with!
Before someone else finds it, definitely!
Laila quickly reached out to the first drawer of the bedside table. That’s when it happened.
Thud!
“Aaah!”
Laila, whose wrist was grabbed, screamed, then turned to the side.
“…….”
Sion, who had furrowed his brows slightly at Laila’s scream, quickly returned to his expressionless state.
Laila stared at Sion, her heart pounding in her chest.
‘When did you wake up?’
Had she been so focused on scanning the bedroom that she hadn’t realized the other person was waking up?
‘But why now of all times…’
It would have been better if he had woken up after she had checked all the drawers of the bedside table, at least.
Laila glanced sadly at her wrist, held by Sion.
In the meantime, Sion spoke up.
“Don’t touch the first drawer
