Behind the prosperous city of Allenson are stinking alleys with dirty water flowing everywhere.
The wreckage of a steam engine.
Waste materials from magic experiments.
As well as various kinds of living garbage, unknown blood and flesh tissues, mixed with rainwater, continued to ferment, forming a pungent and pungent smell of decay.
Pedestrians passing by often look disgusted.
The boots scurried up the stone steps.
I didn't even want to keep my eyes on you for a second longer.
No one saw a small figure huddled against an alley wall that was several times taller than her. She was trembling and hiding in the shadows, her face numb and dull.
His hair was full of dirt and mud.
Awkward and smelly.
There is no joy, no sadness, only emptiness and fear of the unknown on the face.
Hunger and pain came at the same time, torturing the girl's body.
“…I’m so hungry.”
Her eyes were hollow and lifeless, she was so silent that she had lost all sense. She covered her abdomen, twitching and burning, and sat in the mud, waiting for death.
“…It hurts.”
She reached out her hand and touched the wound on her neck.
Those were marks left by a hemp rope around the neck and the dragging of the carriage at high speed.
The bloodline of the Qimo clan is hated.
Lives with the blood of the Qimo clan.
The contradictory but real suffering is like invisible shackles.
The witch was so depressed that she could hardly breathe.
“…I’m so sleepy.”
The witch curled up.
Further hidden in the shadows of the alley.
She thought, maybe if she died she could sleep forever and never be hungry again.
Just at this time.
Someone stepped into the alley. The clear sound of footsteps and the sweet smell of bread made the girl's instinct to seek help begin to struggle.
She is hungry.
She wants to eat.
I couldn't help myself and swallowed with difficulty, my throat having long been dry and without any water.
Feeling sorry and craving for food.
The young witch struggled to get up, her body dripping with mud and bruises. She held a knife in her hand and waved it at the innocent pedestrians who walked into the alley.
“Stop… stop!”
"Hand over the bread!"
Can I have some bread?
Or will he be killed on the spot?
After a few minutes, the witch looked at the bread in her hand blankly, then looked at the hand in front of her, inviting her.
"Come with me."
The owner of the palm said gently.
The witch was confused and couldn't understand how things were going.
Does that mean you want her to be a slave?
She thought that might be a good thing, as it would stop her from wandering.
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The witch prepared herself mentally.
Whether becoming a slave or becoming an item to be used at will, it means being "needed" and being able to continue living in the world.
But a man named "Xu Xu" is quite strange.
He washed away the dirt for the witch.
Bring new clothes to the witch.
Prepare the room for the witch.
And in a warm and gentle tone, he asked the witch's name.
"Krissa..." The young witch said the name and looked up at Xu with empty eyes, "Krissa Krisstina."
Xu Yi smiled.
He reached out and touched the top of little Kesha's head.
"What a nice name," he praised.
That was the first compliment the witch received.
After entering the room, Xu Xin helped little Kesa tidy up the room and prepare bedding for sleeping.
"What a strange master..."
Looking at Xu Chen's busy figure, the witch felt even more confused.
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