Chapter 29 A Turning Point in Fate: The Hearth House Saves the Child...
"Don't worry, child, the matter has been verified."
Mainkuhn was stunned when the first adult came to comfort him.
"Your mother won't be sentenced to a very harsh punishment."
Mom, what mom?
Mainkuhn huddled in his chair, startled awake.
All three of my mothers are dead. Who would want to be my mother if they didn't want to live?
The boy secretly lifted his hood slightly and looked around in fear and unease.
Amélie seized the opportunity, waved to him, and gave him a reassuring smile:
Hi~ I'm here~
"......"
You idiot! You big idiot!
Mainkuhn buried his head in his knees, his ears trembling beneath his hood, a mixture of anger and fear in him.
Why did you do that?! You clearly said it was me who killed them and everything was settled!
Humans can't catch me, and I'm not afraid of their laws, so why not just push all the blame onto me...?
The officer saw that he was trembling violently and assumed that he was terrified.
"Have some hot coffee."
The warm liquid was poured into a cup, and then lovingly placed into the half-demon's hand by the adult.
"Wow, your nail art is beautiful! Do you want to pursue art in the future?"
"......"
Idiots! Idiots! You're all idiots!
His fingers spasmed with terror, and Mainkuhn uncontrollably crushed the paper cup.
Hot! ...!
"Ah! Give me the towel. Are you alright, young man?"
His hands were lifted up, and the dry, soft fabric brushed against his long, sharp nails one by one. Mainkun never looked up; his arms remained stiff as he was manipulated by humans.
"alright."
He didn't know who put his hands back on his knees, nor did he know who bent down and gave him a soft hug.
"Be strong, everything will pass."
The past, what past?
Nothing can get any better, Fimini!
The half-demon Xu Xu grabbed the police officer's hand, his black, sharp fingernails trembling and striking each other with a crackling sound.
In a terror that almost became an inescapable part of him, the half-demon lowered his head and forced himself to speak:
"Yes, it was me, I killed him—"
"No, turn it off—"
......
"Mother."
The only response the boy received was an increasingly loving gaze and a fresh cup of coffee offered to his hand.
*
After waving goodbye to her mother, the woman who claimed to be the hospital director arranged a medical examination for Fimini.
The child keenly noticed that the dean's expression grew increasingly cold after his various data points were released.
"Tsk."
She squeezed Fimini's forearm, then her shoulder, a hint of disappointment on her face.
It's like buying meat that doesn't suit your taste at the market.
What can you do?
"I...I will..."
Fimi was both in pain and confused as she was pinched.
"I can fix clocks, music boxes, ovens, and—"
No one taught him these things; the young child was self-taught.
Fimini possessed a rare talent for mechanics and gears; he was almost a born master.
"oh."
After hearing this, the dean simply nodded calmly.
"waste."
......
"?"
Is this adult in a bad mood?
Fimini looked up at her timidly.
"But she is really beautiful."
She lightly slapped the child's face with the back of her hand, offering a nonchalant comment:
"We can use it as bait, let's leave it at that for now."
"?"
"Go meet your new family."
New family?
Little Femini was pushed into the house by the woman, looking bewildered, and stood in front of children of different ages.
Is it really necessary to make such a big fuss over just a temporary stay?
Ah... It's our first time meeting, shouldn't I introduce myself? QAQ...
Self-introduction, self-introduction, how should I say it again?
"H-Hello everyone, I'm Fimini—"
"......"
No one paid him any attention. Dozens of children, some standing and some sitting, all turned around in unison, their gazes sweeping over his head and focusing on the dean.
*Smack*
Without saying a word, the dean clapped his hands.
"......"
The children silently put down what they were holding and lined up one by one into a small square, as neat as soldiers.
"Eh...?"
The older brothers and sisters, who look like mechanical dolls, don't smile or seem happy?
Little Fimi shrank behind the dean, a little scared.
"Why are you hiding!"
The dean grabbed his arm, coldly surveyed the formation before him, and saw that the last row had just been cleared of a gap.
good.
Little Fimi lost his footing and was lifted up and tumbled into the open space.
"From now on, this is your place."
"Eh?...Okay."
Fimini was a good boy, and his mother had especially told him to be obedient, so even though he was very scared, he remained perfectly still.
"Good, you're obedient."
Having finally found a good point, the headmistress breathed a sigh of relief. She looked down at the children before her and began the main topic of the evening.
"Next, let's summarize last week's tasks—you."
The little girl, who wasn't even as tall as the doorknob, had her hair grabbed by an adult.
"ah!!"
Before she could even utter a single word, the child screamed in agony, his pleas for mercy practiced and piercing:
"I'm sorry, Dean—I know I was wrong!!"
?
Fimini stood straight behind her and could clearly see the snow-white nape of the young lady's neck exposed when her hair was pulled up, and the dense cold sweat that had formed on it.
What are we supposed to do?
"You messed up your mission!"
Without any warning, the dean took out the riding whip hanging from his waist.
"You should really kowtow to me and confess your sins!"
"Dean! Dean!"
The girl's head was being pulled so hard she couldn't move, and she dared not fight back, so she could only let the woman lift up the back of her shirt.
"Dean! Please, forgive me this time! I didn't mean to—ah!"
Whoosh—smack!
The whip arrived with a whooshing sound.
"This is the reward you deserve, you lazy good-for-nothing."
The dean coldly raised his arm, the whip tip landing on the ground behind him.
call out!
He swung it down in a black circle.
Snap!
"Ahhh—Dean!"
Ugh!
All the children were as silent as the dead, their eyes lowered and not uttering a sound, which made their innocent cries all the more loud.
Waaah!
"Don't cry!"
The dean took a few more tugs, then suddenly realized something was wrong.
"Ouch—!"
The small, bluish-purple body beneath him was indeed trembling, but it was just a normal reaction to pain.
Today's punishment is not severe, far from enough to make the children of the Hearth House weep.
"......"
The dean slowly turned his head and looked at the formation.
Every child's face showed numbness and obedience, except for the last one.
"Fimini".
She questioned him.
"You weren't the one who got hit, so why are you crying?"
"Dean, Dean..."
Little Femini saw the bruises on the girl's back and heard her shrill screams; tears streamed down his face involuntarily.
My mother told me to 'be obedient,' and I should have remained silent, but, but—
Just looking at it makes me feel so bad! The young lady must be in even more pain.
"Dean, please stop hitting her!"
Little Femini had no idea where she was or what was happening.
He was completely unaware of his tragic fate.
But the phrase "Stop hitting me," which ends someone's suffering—
You should say it whenever you want!
"What did she do wrong? Just forgive her, don't hit her anymore, waaaaah!"
He learned from his mother's pleading for mercy on a debt-collecting boy and today he also pleaded for mercy on a complete stranger.
"......"
The headmaster of the House of Hearths felt irritated.
It turns out he's not only a useless person, but also an indecisive useless person.
"Waaah!"
She loosened the little girl's braids and let her fall to the floor.
call out--
The whips whistled through the air as the fools walked step by step toward the sobbing child.
"Waaaaah—Stop hitting me..."
Too many tears blurred Fimini's world, preventing him from knowing the impending danger.
"I should make you see the reality of the situation."
As he said this, the dean raised his riding crop, flicking the end behind his head—whoosh—
"Bang—!"
With a loud crash, the door of the fireplace branch was flung open! A gray-haired boy with droopy ears kicked the door open like a divine warrior, tearing off his whip and shielding the child!
"Enemy...enemy attack!?"
What enemy seat?
The once orderly formation instantly crumbled, and little Fimi stood there blankly, wiping away her tears...
"Take this little fool with you!"
...Seven or eight small hands covered his mouth and pulled him away from the battlefield.
Who are you?
The dean immediately drew his sword. "Do you know where you are?!"
"......"
The young man slowly raised his head, revealing a pair of chaotic and cold vertical pupils.
!? He is—
The attacker didn't say a word, but leaped forward, his crimson claws striking at the blade in her hand. The headmaster adjusted her aim, intending to slice off his hand in one swift motion—
"Bang!"
Before the assembled sons, the broken sword and her head were pressed to the ground.
"!"
A bright yellow light shone from his waist as the dean tried to use the evil eye to protect his head.
"Click".
The rock element shield shattered like thin ice.
Is this the kind of strength a human being should possess?
Their heads were pressed to the ground, and through the gaps in their long fingernails, the fools stared in terror at the half-demon's golden vertical pupils—
!
She recognized the eyes.
She had also helped her mother discipline her children.
There's no mistake! It's the 'Untamed Beast'!
"You're still alive—!"
The dean could feel the hands trembling on his face, the overgrown nails digging into his scalp like fishhooks.
It's alive and has come to take its revenge on me!
Damn it, I shouldn't have hit him so hard back then!
"...Apologize."
Slowly but clearly, the Fools finally heard the young man utter his first words since entering the room.
!
The eyes of the Fools, hidden between their fingers, became earnest as she cautiously looked at Maine.
"I'm so sorry!"
No...no...something's not right.
Not at me! You bastard!
Chaos's face instantly turned violent, and Mainkun grabbed her head and slammed it hard in front of the little girl who was covered in whip marks.
"ah--!"
"Waaah!"
The little girl huddled in the corner, cowering. She saw the once-respected headmaster beaten to the ground, his face streaked with blood, while the boy who had suddenly attacked her grabbed her hair—with the same force she had used to pull her own braid at the beginning—
"Apologize!"
"Waaah—"
The tooth is probably broken, and the person can't speak.
So the half-demon grabbed the heads of the fools and kowtowed heavily to the child.
"Thump—!"
"Thump—!"
"Thump—!"
"Apologize! You bastard!!"
Huh?
After dozens of hammer blows, the children from the fireplace division peeked out from every corner with frightened and confused eyes.
What are they doing?
It doesn't seem like an enemy attack...
The little girl was huddled in the corner, closest to Mainkuhn, which allowed her to clearly see the dean's increasingly disheveled head and all the expressions on the murderer's face.
"Big, big brother..."
She asked, sobbing:
"You weren't the one who got hit, so why are you crying?"
"...Awoo."
Yes, tears did indeed fall from the eyes of the wild beasts, dripping in front of the children.
Mainkuhn never regretted his killings, but he also never felt any pleasure or happiness from them.
Why are you apologizing to me?
People like you will never understand where you went wrong, right?
*Smack!!!*
The white-fleshed melons were cracked all over the ground.
The one crying wasn't a half-demon.
It was his insatiable thirst for justice.
As long as suffering continues to occur.
He will never be able to stop the uncontrollable demonic power.
Amélie! Amélie!
Foolish Amélie, arrogant Amélie.
Do you think these killings are what I wanted to see?
Only when there is no more jealousy and strife in this world! No more anger and contention! Only when my eyes are clear and my ears are empty, will I turn back from the wrong path!
"Maine, that's enough, stop."
Finally, a pair of pitch-black hands, a pair of cursed hands, covered the half-demon's golden vertical pupils.
Arecino looked travel-worn, but was dressed in new clothes.
She returned from the winter solstice, specifically to cover her brother's eyes.
"Don't frighten the lambs that haven't yet been stained."
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Author's Note: Friends and family: Your servant became an executive officer at the age of fifteen?
Me: Being young and accomplished without feeling inferior—isn't that great? (Forced)
According to the legendary quest, Clementine died at the age of sixteen, and Peruvieri murdered her mother at the age of seventeen. She became an executor after only a few days at Winterhold. So it's only two years ahead of schedule, which shouldn't be a big problem... right?
I've already started writing fanfiction, give me a break [doge emoji]
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