RAGNA POV...
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Still, my parents didn’t give up.
They kept trying.
Because that’s what parents do---
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CONTINUATION...
But they still tried, nevertheless.
We weren’t rich, but we weren’t poor either. My parents could afford the checkups and the treatnts. That was never the problem. What crushed them was the fact that no one was willing to treat her.
The money wasn’t the issue.
There was simply no physician.
The constant need for dical help, and the repeated rejection, slowly eroded my parents’ ntal health. Watching them suffer like that hurt almost as much as watching my sister’s condition worsen.
I felt terrible for Oge.
And at the sa ti, I felt driven.
No matter how sick she was, she still carried around, laughed with , and played with —never once complaining about my weight dragging her down. That alone made her irreplaceable to .
It made my chest ache with helpless anger.
I cursed the midwife. I cursed my own uselessness. I wanted to help her, but I couldn’t risk it. Every ability I had required certainty. What if I tried sothing and it backfired? What if I inspected her condition and she panicked?
I couldn’t gamble with her life.
As ti passed and I grew older, I noticed another change—my parents beca far stricter than before. I wasn’t allowed outside at all. Crying didn’t work. Asking questions didn’t work.
Everything beyond our house was forbidden, and seen as dangerous.
By the ti I turned three, I was at my limit. Still, I endured. I endured the boredom of being trapped indoors day and night, the suffocating winter cold, the constant hunger, and Oge’s declining condition—all of it pushed close to insanity.
That afternoon was especially cold.
Our whole family gathered around the fireplace. Mother and Father were lost in a hushed conversation of their own, leaving and my siblings to ourselves. We were too young to understand what they were discussing anyway—or so they thought.
Honestly, I wasn’t curious enough to eavesdrop. If I had been, Mother would’ve dragged back to my sisters’ side and drowned in pats and baby talk. A part of her seed both relieved and a little sad about that—she had clearly prepared a whole speech for .
They weren’t wrong, though.
I could hear them perfectly.
I just didn’t fully understand the roundabout things they were saying or talking things.
So I sat quietly beside my sisters, observing them while lost in my own thoughts.
After a while, I finally gathered enough courage to answer a question Ada had asked Oge.
The mont the words left my mouth, both Ada and Oge froze and stared at .
Mother and Father did too.
Even though they had been pretending to ignore us, they had been watching closely. My answer caught all of them completely off guard.
I had thought it through carefully before speaking. That question was the safest one—the easiest.
Unlike Gustav.
My feud with him was irreconcilable.
Since he always liked being in the spotlight, I knew he would try to humiliate sooner or later. So I waited patiently as he smiled smugly to himself.
Then he said, dripping with sarcasm,
"Can you even spell your own na?"
"R–A–G–N–A."
The reply ca out clean and sharp.
What a moron, I thought, unable to stop myself from grinning. Any kid with a brain like this who couldn’t spell his own na would be an idiot.
[Hidden Quest has been Completed]
My smile froze for a split second when the notification appeared.
Then I smirked.
I wasn’t sure what exactly had triggered the hidden quest, but I was almost certain it had sothing to do with answering Ada’s—or more likely Gustav’s—question.
If I had to bet, the system hated Gustav just as much as I did.
Everyone else, however, was stunned.
Mother suddenly jumped to her feet and pulled into a tight hug.
"My little genius! Mommy is so proud of you!"
I hadn’t even been taught spelling yet. To them, what I had just done was nothing short of miraculous.
Ada and Oge quickly joined in, laughing and congratulating , leaving Gustav standing off to the side with a dark look on his face.
In rural areas like ours, not everyone even knew how to spell their own na. Most people only learned basic arithtic—addition and subtraction—so they wouldn’t get cheated when buying or selling goods at the market. Reading and writing were considered useless by many.
For , though?
It was easy.
I had already grasped every word they knew—and more. All I had to do was morize them. Reading and writing were trivial when you were a Cursed child with a system.
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An hour later, I lay in my cradle.
Even though I was no longer a baby, Father had rebuilt it to be bigger—for .
[Hidden Quest Completed]
[Quest Details: Answer a question from your most hated enemy]
[2,000 EXP Received]
[ 5 Attribute Points]
When I saw the notification, I almost laughed out loud, filled with barely concealed ridicule toward Gustav.
Still, a question lingered in my mind.
Why would the system even generate a quest like this?
After thinking it over, I finally reached a conclusion.
The system was reacting to my hostility.
To my feud with Gustav.
And that realization made smile even wider.
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