episode_0119

Kidnapping a child under the age of 10, dressing her in old servant clothes, subjecting her to near-torturous sexual assault, forcing her into prostitution, and brainwashing her with magic to make her believe she is Amelia.

It sounds unbelievable that there could be such a despicable and irredeemable human trash in the world. That’s me!

Mistaking the marks left on the child’s body for evidence of being raped by a man during a passionate night with Lily.

A fierce-looking woman in front of me is expressing anger, and I feel something is off.

I’m here, but why is this person showing anger towards me and worrying about me?

For now, it’s fortunate if it’s fortunate.

For some reason, this woman was looking for me and has the intention to kill me.

Of course, now it seems like she plans to torture me in every possible way before killing me, rather than just killing me.

I clearly stated that I am Amelia, but the woman doesn’t believe me at all and thinks I’ve brainwashed and manipulated Amelia.

For now, I have to hide the fact that I am Amelia and play along until Lily and Helena come to rescue me.

If she finds out that I am Amelia, she will kill me for sure.

==

The numerous marks left on the child’s body. It’s as if these toys are marked as mine and not to be touched.

While washing the child’s body, whenever my hand went down, the child would flinch, close her thighs, and move away.

It seems that the child has developed a strong aversion after experiencing sexual assault by Amelia and a man.

In such cases, it’s not advisable to be forceful. We should wait patiently until the child allows it herself without being startled.

In a gentle and warm voice, I politely asked, “May I examine the child’s lower body if it’s okay?”

The child, who was looking at me with suspicion, slowly nodded after some time.

Fortunately, it means that the child trusts me more than Amelia. Perhaps she gained many points from being washed affectionately.

First, I laid the child on the massage bed in the bathroom occasionally used for massages.

The child seemed embarrassed, her small and cute hands unsure of where to go. Someone might find it very frustrating, but the child in front of me is a poor young child who has been subjected to rape, sexual assault, and brainwashing through magic for a long time.

I know that the decision I made now is a very significant one.

The child’s legs slowly spread apart.

I noticed the child’s genitals that I didn’t look closely at before.

There isn’t a single hair grown yet due to her young age, and her small and delicate genitals could be described as pretty by anyone.

However, it’s hard to see them in their current state.

Covered in blood due to menstruation, slightly swollen and stuck together, stained with urine and vaginal secretions, and swollen from last night’s brutal sexual assault.

Carefully wiping the child’s genitals with lukewarm water to avoid causing pain.

“Ugh… Ugh…”

The child’s whimpering echoed in the spacious bathroom.

The child seemed startled by her own whimpering and covered her mouth with her hand.

While washing the child’s genitals, she continued to whimper with her mouth covered.

Every time I heard the child’s whimpering, I felt a tingling sensation in my chest for some reason.

Is it because the child is so pitiful?

After cleaning the genitals thoroughly, things that were not visible started to become visible. Numerous marks on the outer and inner parts of the genitals that appeared more swollen than expected.

To check the inner situation as well, I informed the child beforehand so she wouldn’t be surprised.

…

Covering my face with both hands, I nodded as I spread the child’s legs with my index fingers.

“As expected…”

The child was naturally a virgin. Furthermore, there were swellings here and there inside.

And the child’s cervix was swollen as well.

This indicates that someone deliberately stimulated only the cervix.

As I continued to check the child’s condition, the inside of the child slowly became wet.

Clear evidence that the child was excited. I raised my head slightly to check the child’s condition, and the child was suddenly sobbing.

“Oh no…!”

I missed the various emotions the child was feeling while trying to check the child’s condition.

I quickly embraced the child, who was shedding tears.

As I stroked the back of the crying child, the child soon fell asleep.

==

My body feels heavy.

It’s not an illusion. As I woke up in a strange woman’s arms in the bathroom, the first thing that came to my mind was how heavy my body felt.

I didn’t pay attention to the unfamiliar ceiling or room. I was only concerned about the fact that my body felt strange.

“Is it because of my period?”

But is it really this heavy? My body feels twice as heavy as usual. It’s not that my body actually got heavier, but rather that I feel weak.

I don’t remember ever feeling this exhausted.

As I struggled to get out of bed, the scary woman came in and laid me back down.

“You’ll still be in pain.”

The look in her eyes, the gentle touch, and the caring gestures were all filled with worry. She didn’t seem like someone who would kill anyone.

“Who… who are you…?”

Is the tingling sensation in my body a result of crying over Lily last night?

“I am a saint.”

“A saint…?”

“Yes. I am the saint leading the Levank country.”

The scary woman spoke proudly, calling herself a saint.

A saint.

Could it be that the woman in front of me is the next saint after Isabelle? Wait, if that’s the case, am I in danger…?

Isabelle had called the pope trash to the point of fleeing the Levank country by abandoning the title of saint. If she was just in Levank, she wouldn’t know. Saints and popes are very close. So, did the saint bring me here to hand me over to the pope…? No, if that were the case, there would be no reason for her to be so kind.

“Don’t worry. You don’t have to worry. I am the highest person in this country.”

“…?”

The saint… was at a loss for words. When she kidnapped me, she seemed so scary, as if she would kill anyone, but now she just looked like an ordinary woman in her twenties.

“Your name… Oh, sorry. I was brainwashed, right?”

Amelia, that’s what she said…

“So… um.”

Why is she hesitating to speak, stammering like that?

“Can I call you Nari?”

Nari?

She said Amelia, but maybe she didn’t think of herself as Amelia, so she hesitated on how to address me.

The saint’s restless eyes made it clear that Nari was not a common name.

I slowly nodded and said to the saint, “What is your name?”

“Really!? Um, my… my name is Irina.”

Irina. Nari. Very similar names. She didn’t just randomly think of the name Nari for the saint Irina.

When she said the name Nari, I felt unease, longing, and sadness from the saint.

Similar names.

Perhaps Nari. Could this name be the name of Saint Irina’s deceased sister? Right now, Saint Irina seems to be projecting her sister onto me.

And that sister must have died. So she gave me that name.

“Irina, sister.”

“…Yes!”

Just a moment ago, the saintly Irina, who had been using honorifics diligently, suddenly stopped in her tracks with a bright smile on her face, about to embrace me.

Oh, my head is spinning.

Irina, who was about to hug me, suddenly frowned and stepped back.

Could it be that the person who wants to kill me is suddenly calling herself a saint? Is she struggling to hold back because she wants to embrace me in front of me?

What on earth is going on?

I sighed inwardly and reached out to Irina with a hand that still lacked strength.

Right now, I need to win Irina’s heart. So that even if she finds out that I am Amelia, she won’t be able to kill me.

Therefore, I must win over Irina as her younger sister.

Slowly and calmly invading the saintly Irina. So that even if she realizes that I am Amelia later on.

So that she can feel that I am her younger sister, not Amelia.

Realizing that she doesn’t need permission for my actions, Irina cautiously embraced me.

Oh, I’m sleepy. I must have slept in the bathroom and just woke up, but sleep is pouring down on me again.

An unbearable level of drowsiness no matter what I do. I know this feeling. The side effects I started experiencing as I got younger.

But it doesn’t happen this often…

==

Nari sleeping in my arms. Nari’s warmth is fully transmitted to me.

Isn’t Nari sleeping so comfortably proof that she relies on me?

Fortunately, maybe I have a bit more comfort than when I was with Amelia.

“It’s strange.”

“What?”

“No matter how much a child—”

“Nari.”

“What?”

“It’s Nari.”

“Oh, yes. Even if Nari is very tired and exhausted, it’s strange for her to suddenly fall asleep like that.”

“Is it because she’s still young…?”

“Still, it’s strange to think that she suddenly fell asleep in an instant and even in the bathroom. We should carefully check Nari’s condition. It can’t be just sexual assault…”

It’s a valid point.

Amelia, who made my little sister Nari like this, by sexually assaulting her, forcing her into prostitution, and inflicting permanent scars…

I don’t think it will end like this.

I will not forgive Amelia.

I will torture her and kill her in the most excruciating way possible until she begs to be killed.