Born as the Daughter of the Wicked Woman Chapter 22

CH 22

If he hadnt taken out my wheelchair right away

Perhaps I would have reached out to Winston as I always did with them, and Winston would have asked what was going on.

Should I be relieved about this?

Of course, I should be glad.

If I did, I would be embarrassed later when I found out about a wheelchairs existence.

More than that why didnt they say anything about this?

I felt they had gone too far by not letting know the existence of this wheelchair. When this unknown sense of betrayal shook , I heard the sound of soone standing beside and laughing. As I slowly looked up from my wheelchair, my eyes t Winston, who was laughing.

Oh, Im sorry. Were you held on the arms of the family until now?

As expected, he didnt beco the secretary without reason. I dont know if he read my expression or not, but at the correct question, I nodded my head.

yes.

I guess they must have wanted to cherish you because youre small and fragile.

At the words of Winston to comfort , I nodded.

But you dont know yet how important is freedom for soone who can move alone. This Winston will provide you with that freedom.

Winston said, pointing to himself in an exaggerated gesture. When I said I understood without refusing to accept the act of pride, Winston approached .

Alright, then. Excuse , Miss.

Then he held in his arms.

He looked pretty fragile.

Surprised by the unexpected appearance, he grinned as he hardened.

Its not that I am not strong; its because you are light to carry. If youre this light, you can keep eating cocoa for dessert.

Ugh.

Imagining the cocoa, which ca out at every al, I heard a disgusting sound coming from my mouth.

Winston carefully sat in a wheelchair with a smile, saying I should have the courage and tell Master Ricarda about it.

You can roll the wheels on the wheelchairs directly, but its powered by mana, so if youre only good at these buttons, youll be able to move them easily.

The green button moves forward, the red button stop, and the yellow button goes back again. And if I wanted to change the direction, I could press the purple button.

At the easy-to-understand explanation, I tried pressing the buttons. I tried to push it one by one to see if it was moving properly, and then I tried to leave by myself.

Of course, you can move yourself, but I cant let you go through the trouble of pushing a button.

You said youd give freedom earlier.

Would you please allow to help you?

His deft words dumbfounded . He shrugged at my gaze.

My mission today is to serve the young lady without any inconvenience.

That being said, If I go to the forest, I want to practice moving with my wheelchair.

If you want to, I shall do so.

After reaching an agreent that each other wanted, we left the room. The rolling sound of the wheels slowly turned into a patched, grassy sound.

The scenery outside after a long ti was bluish, perhaps because of Ricardas magic. The rising sun, a garden that was not cold even in winter, and colorful flowers and trees. Seeing all this made feel more refreshed.

I took a deep breath and then inhaled the air outside after a long ti.

There seed to be nothing that could not be done in this place where the cold winter dare not to enter.

The chill air is not far away, but theyre not also not too close .

The wheelchair rolled around for about ten minutes.

The weather, which felt warm, beca chilly beyond the bleakness, and I got goosebumps.

It might be cold.

When I covered the blanket that Winston handed that he had prepared in advance, it beca warm. As I beca accustod to the warmth of the dreamy blanket, I could see a small prison that looked narrow when an adult entered.

Oh, no. He still hasnt eaten.

In front of the iron cage, the bowl containing the sandwich was neatly laid without any traces of touching it.

Where is he?

Well, there he is. I couldnt see him well because he was crouching in the corner of the cage.

As I looked through Winstons direction, a person appeared in the space filled with darkness. The head, clothes, and even his face were not seen because of darkness until I raised my head.

Then, a rumbling sound rang out in a quiet space. I dont think its mine since I ate a while ago, and I dont think Winston would starve.

Even if he is so hungry, he didnt touch it until the end. He must have been well trained.

Training?

Im afraid he has been trained while being brainwashed. Hes probably going to follow only his masters orders.

The words that ca out naturally were cruel.

Thats why he didnt touch the food like that even if his hypnosis was released.

Hes starving like that, but he didnt touch the food in front of him.

What I had experienced in the past at a nursery ca to my mind.

Even though the food was overflowing in the restaurant, those bland als that were particularly mine.

Those days I wanted to eat, but the beatings that ca to when I started to eat Also, those days I started to starve naturally.

For so reason, I wanted to see him put food in his mouth.

You know what? Can I go close and give it to him myself?

No, its dangerous.

But he must be hungry. Maybe he got scared because an adult gave him food.

Winston was strongly against my deterrence, but he let go as if he couldnt help it.

Then you cant put your hands in the cage. You must watch him from outside.

Yes, I will do so.

On the grassy dirt floor, the sound of wheels rolling echoed.

The sound made the boy who was the Male protagonist raise his head and make eye contact.

The black spot had returned to the white, but his reptile-like pupils remained the sa.

Fortunately, his eyes looked a little better than yesterday.

No, was it because he was on guard?

The artificial feeling disappeared, but Winston started to be wary of him as he showed strong hostility to .

I was worried about what to do in this tense situation.

Im sure he wont eat it if I just give it to him. But if I throw the food to him

Hes not an animal, and throwing food to eat is a bit

It might make him feel worse.

Lets think the other way around. If I was him, what would I do to eat in that situation?

Im hungry, but there are enemies in front of .

But the food was also given by the enemy.

I dont think I would eat it.

I dont think I would like to eat it either, so there was no way a well-trained child like him would eat it.

At least if they werent an enemy, I would have thought about eating it.

Oh, this is it.

As people say, you cant spit on a smiling face.*

Its not starting friendly but slowly approaching him.

Youve already been through the most desirable model.

Recalling the image of my family trying to approach slowly, I pulled out the blanket and carefully went down to the floor.

Miss?

Wait a minute.

I raised my hand to stop Winstons worried voice. And I made eye contact with the child staring at . I wont be able to have any imdiate favor with this child, but I wont have to be hostile. All I have to do is think about what emotions I have and how I should behave like.

Leaning against the cold ground, I slowly approached the front of the cage. My movents directed the boys gaze toward , and finally, our eyes t.

The mont his bizarre purple eyes and my golden eyes t, the boy loosened his shriveled arm.

In the act of showing interest, I brought the sandwich bowl next to and lifted it.

Why didnt you eat this?

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Arent you hungry? Its delicious.

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If you dont eat properly, you cant move or run.

At my words, he flinched and rolled his eyes. His gaze reached the sandwich. As he showed interest, I put a sandwich plate inside of the iron cage.

Here. Itll be easy for you to eat because its inside.

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I just want you to enjoy this. Its sad to be hungry.

Flinch, the childs body moved slightly.

Looking at the rolling eyes as if he was wondering whether to eat or not, I put the water next to him and recomnded him again.

If you feel thirsty, you can drink water with it.

When the near-permit words ran out, the boy suddenly rushed in and began to eat the sandwich in a panic.

Winston ca right next to as I proudly looked at his moving mouth as if he wouldnt spill any leftover.

Miss, you said you wouldnt put your hands inside the cage.

But I couldnt help it.

And he ate it. At my wink, he sighed helplessly. Then he hugged and imdiately put in a wheelchair.

Do you know how cold the ground is, for you to sit on that bare ground. Lets go back, Miss.

Already?

You did a dangerous thing by putting your hand in a cage, so lets go back. You promised, didnt you?

When he said, if I get in an accident, it would be a big deal, I looked sullen.

Anyway, I fed him.

But I dont want to be a liar.

Before I knew it, the guy who finished the sandwich and drank all the water was staring at .

Its a relief that there was less animosity towards than a while ago, right?

I had no choice but to nod my head because Winston was so tough.

Then, wait a minute before we go back.

Before turning the wheelchair, I handed Winston the blanket that I covered.

You know itll be cold if he stays there all the ti. This blanket is warm, so give it to him.

Miss, thats too much.

He shook his head as if he had lost. And even though I said that, his expression didnt look bad.

When I saw him tucking the blanket into the cage, I looked satisfied.

Because its cold there. You must cover yourself with it.

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Ill bring you sothing more delicious next ti I co. So

What should I say in this kind of situation?

I pondered and added a common saying.

Dont catch a cold. Dont get in trouble until I co again, and can you please let know your na next ti?

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Ill tell you my na the next ti I co, so let know yours too.

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Well, bye. See you tomorrow.

As if I should not be here anymore, the wheelchair quickly headed ho. However, it was regrettable to go back like this, so we decided to spend more ti in the warm garden.

A persistent gaze followed behind us as we drifted away.

When I turned around, the male protagonist was staring at us.

It was a gaze that I had no idea what he was thinking about.