Chapter 112: Historical Distortion

Laughter from the children echoed incessantly from the orphanage garden visible through the window.

Dadadada!

Dododo!

Flap, flap!

Cecilia and Miel were running around the garden, playing with the children.

The children, who had been sweating profusely building a sandcastle just a moment ago, were now completely engrossed in running.

Thanks to Iris, Grandma Carina had learned that we were good… well, whether we were people or monsters was ambiguous, but at least we were good beings, and under her guidance, we were now playing together naturally.

They quickly forgot about whispering about a six-year-old mother and were now playing excitedly together.

Since Cecilia is a baby, I expected her to play well, but seeing Miel playing with the children was a bit surprising.

“Gotcha!”

“Aah!”

Serina exclaimed, tapping Cecilia’s hand.

“Now Cecilia is it!”

“I’m it!”

Cecilia answered energetically, clenching both her hands.

Ah, it was tag.

But if it’s tag, doesn’t Miel have nothing to participate in?

She’s flying, so they can’t catch her…

But just then, Miel wrote with Cecilia’s hair.

– Starting in 10 seconds! 

-10 

– 9 

 – 8 

She was the referee!

While Miel’s countdown continued, the children prepared to start with tense expressions.

– 3 

– 2 

– 1! GO! 

Dodododo!

Cecilia started running excitedly towards the children.

Her small legs pattering as she ran was really cute.

Go, Cecilia!

“Tell us another story!”

One of the children sitting in a circle in front of me said with sparkling eyes.

Right now, I was telling stories indoors.

Hmm…

Girls playing outside, and boys listening to stories peacefully inside…

Very PC.

Disney would love it.

At first, I told them the story of how I wiped out the followers of the evil god hidden under this kingdom and how I saved the village of Sia Kalt.

Then, I told them a lot of stories about me and Master.

The children were completely engrossed in the beautiful, powerful, and mysterious stories of Master.

Especially when I talked about Master’s dragon form, their eyes sparkled and they were completely mesmerized.

A very satisfactory reaction.

So what other story should I tell?

I think there was a story I always told people…

Oh, right!

Mikel-nim’s true form!

“Alright! Now I’ll tell you about the real Mikel-nim!”

As I announced excitedly, the children gathered closer.

“I know about Mikel-nim too! The benevolent God of Light!”

A child said confidently.

“That’s right! They gave us a lot of food at the Temple of Light before!”

Another child chimed in.

I shook my head and smiled mysteriously.

“Tsk, tsk, no. The God of Light is not the real Mikel-nim.”

The children tilted their heads.

“Mikel-nim is the God of Blood and Slaughter! And he loves war too!”

“Uh…?”

The children’s expressions froze for a moment.
Some looked at each other as if terrified.

“You don’t have to be so scared!”

I quickly waved my hand and continued.

“Mikel-nim wants the blood of bad guys! The real ritual for Mikel-nim is to punish villains for justice and offer their blood to Mikel-nim!”

The children’s expressions gradually showed a hint of relief.

“But… the priestess unnie said Mikel-nim loves peace…”

A child said with a still suspicious expression.

I shrugged my shoulders confidently.

“Hehe. Who do you think is right, an ordinary priestess, or me, Mikel-nim’s apostle who has met Mikel-nim in person in the heavens?”

“Mikel-nim’s apostle!?”

“You went to the heavens…?”

The children’s eyes widened.

“Of course! Miel, who is outside, also went to the heavens with me! And we also met Solaris-nim, the God of the Sun!”

“No way…”

“That sounds like a lie…”

Huh…?

It’s true though…

Some children looked at me with suspicious eyes.

“Show us proof that you’re Mikel-nim’s apostle!”

Ugh!

My powers are sealed right now!

Wait, right!

Besides powers, I also have skills I received from Mikel-nim!

“You guys really don’t believe people!”

I muttered, displeased.

“If we go to Sia Kalt village, everyone can testify that I’m Mikel-nim’s apostle! Well, I’ll show you directly anyway!”

‘Red Moon!’

In an instant, the sky began to darken.

The sunlight that had been streaming through the window disappeared, and the world became dark as if a solar eclipse was occurring.

And in the sky, a blood-red moon appeared.

The children’s eyes widened as they saw the blood-colored moon, and they began to look back and forth between me and the moon outside the window.

“How about that! This is a power I received from Mikel-nim!”

I said, puffing out my chest proudly.

“Since I received it from Mikel-nim, the God of Blood and Slaughter, it’s a blood-colored moon like this!”

“I’ve seen this moon before!”

A child suddenly shouted.

“That’s right! It suddenly appeared last time!”

Other children also nodded their heads.

Oh?

You’ve seen it before?

Ah!

When I was fighting the followers of the evil god with Count Hind and Edgar!

So the moon was visible from here too!

“That’s right! I told you earlier that I defeated the followers of the evil god in the kingdom’s underground with Count Hind, right? I used this power then too, so you could see it!”

The children began to gasp in admiration.

“And of course, as Mikel-nim’s apostle, I wiped out the followers! How about it, do I look like Mikel-nim’s apostle now?”

“Wow! So cool!”

“Mikel’s apostle!”

“Apostle of Blood and Slaughter!”

The children clapped and cheered.

Yes! This is it!

As I deactivated the skill, the sky brightened again and returned to a normal day.

“Hehe! Anything else you’re curious about?”

I asked, feeling smug.

As proof that I went to the heavens, I’ll show them the panties and bra I received from Mikel-nim!

“Um…”

Just then, a child timidly raised his hand and said.

This child with brown hair and freckles had been fidgeting the whole time I was telling various stories.

It seemed like he had something he wanted to ask.

“Yes?”

“You said you’re Frostia’s subordinate and that Frostia is a good dragon…”

The child continued in a small voice.

Suddenly Master?

I was about to receive questions about Mikel-nim…

“But why did you kill the people of the two empires with Nis a while ago…?”

As the child’s question fell, the room fell silent for a moment.

Looking at the children’s expressions, it seemed like some had forgotten and just remembered now, and some were hearing this story for the first time.

Uuuuuuuuuuuum…

How should I cover this up…

A lot of really pitiful people died then…

At this rate, the image I worked so hard to build up until now will be completely ruined!

Wait, calm down.

Let’s think.

What information do the children know?

That people died at the meeting place of the two empires.

And that Master and Nis-nim are involved.

So how can I spin this?

Followers of the evil god…

Yes!

I can blame this on the followers of the evil god too!

“You guys, do you know the story that a lot of followers of the evil god gathered there?”

As I asked cautiously, the children tilted their heads.

“Umm…”

“There were followers of the evil god there?”

“That’s right! I heard that too!”

Some children answered, trying to remember.

Fortunately, that rumor seems to have spread to some extent.

“Master and Nis-nim went there to defeat the followers of the evil god!”

I declared in a confident voice.

“The meeting place of the two empires was the base of the followers of the evil god!”

Alright, let’s go with this setting!

“Uh… but at first, I heard that knights and adventurers died…?”

The freckled child asked with a still suspicious expression.
You know too much for your own good…!

“Why would they risk their lives to attack Master and Nis-nim? It’s clear at a glance that they’re no match.”

“Uh…?”

“They were disguised followers of the evil god!”

I continued in an increasingly confident tone.

“They were disguised as knights and adventurers to hide their identities, but they were actually followers of the evil god!

So they were trying to protect their base with the determination to die, no, without even fearing death! Because they’re fanatics!”

The children gasped in admiration and nodded their heads.

“Ah! I have a question too!”

Another child raised his hand high.

“I heard that followers of the evil god flocked there later and built something like an altar, what was that?”

Is he talking about the passage of the evil god!

Has this already spread too?

“That was!”

I hesitated for a moment and thought.

How should I explain this…

“As you said, followers of the evil god who didn’t hide their identities flocked there later.”

The children held their breath and focused on my story.

“But Master and Nis-nim didn’t kill them right away.”

“Why?”

“They made them build an altar to commemorate this event!”

The children stared with wide eyes.

“To make other followers of the evil god tremble in fear when they see that altar!

To let them know that all the followers of the evil god died here!

And when the altar was completed and the followers had served their purpose, they were disposed of!”

“Wooooow!”

“So cool!”

The children cheered as they listened to the legend of the dark hero.

Phew…

I’ve been lying too much…

The setting is getting more and more complicated.

My conscience almost pricked me, but!

There were a lot of lies about me too, so I can do it too!

I discreetly looked back and saw Grandma Carina standing there with an emotional expression.

She believes my story completely.

Iris was nodding her head with an expression that said she knew there was a reason all along.
And when our eyes met, she smiled slightly and said in a small voice.

“It’s an honor to work for Lady Frostia and Lady Lycoris.”

Haha…

“I! I want to meet Frostia in person!”

A child suddenly exclaimed with sparkling eyes.

“Me too! Me too!”

“Can’t we come over to your house?”

“I want to see Iris noona working!”

The children suddenly started to make a fuss, saying they wanted to come to the Lair.

Uh…

Master likes Cecilia, so I think she’ll take good care of the children too, but…!

If we talk, my lies will be exposed!

“That’s not possible!”

I quickly waved my hand.

“Master is very busy! She’s taking a short break right now and planning to defeat another follower of the evil god!”

The children looked disappointed, but they seemed to have understood and nodded their heads.

“Then when I grow up, I’ll write a book about the heroic tales of you, Frostia, and Nis!”

A child declared, clenching his fist.

“I’ll become a bard and sing about the heroic tales!”

Another child chimed in.

“Uh… I’ll make a play.”

A quiet child said shyly.

“Wow! I’ll participate in the play too!”

“Me too!”

“Should we just do it right now?”

Oh?

The children started to make creative plans, competing with each other.

I don’t know how far the stories spread by the children will go, but looking at this momentum, it seems like it will spread throughout this entire kingdom.

Books, songs, plays… it’s spreading to all genres.

The problem is that it’s all lies…

But wait a minute, everyone who knows the truth is dead, right?

If only Master and Nis-nim agree to go along with this story, won’t this become real history?

Uhihi…

The corners of my mouth went up by themselves.

Perhaps I’m unintentionally rewriting history.