《Dear Fairy, Please Contract with Me》 CH 1 00. Fairy Drop Chapter 1 Hi. Am I your first fairy? Then let me tell you a very important secret. Fairies are omniscient, but ignorant. I know that bread is baked until it¡¯s golden brown What is crispy on the outside and soft on the inside I don¡¯t know what kind of emotion it is to think it¡¯s delicious. I know that the sea has natural blue waves and white foam What is the coolness of the waves and the coolness of the wind I don¡¯t know what kind of emotion it is to be cool. Knowledgeable and inexperienced, smart but naive Children hugging an unread language dictionary. Fall, fall To this land, to this world, to you. You know, you¡¯re actually the first person to me too. Be friends with me. Make a contract with me Please stay by my side as I learn the world. Doom becomes Om and Om becomes breath. You breath, I give you my form to Origin Origin presents Terra to us, Your vis and my vita. Our Soul Spirit contract. Shaking Candle Tower. Trial round and round. The stellar planet Please open your door to me Give me your breath I will be your strength. I will protect your life. Because I want to live with you. If you like me like that, just follow me. Issen, Furyl, Bacallas, Grandpa, Yula. Fall, fall To this land, to this world, to you. Fairy Drop, Fairy Drop. ~*~ Shaaa¡­ Fairy drops began to fall for 13 days this year. Fairy drop. It was the name of the rainy season that fell every six years for 13 days across the universe. It got its name because it rains raindrops that contain a lot of the psychic energy necessary for the birth of a fairy. Shaaa¡­ Fairy Drops fell generously in the deserts of brown sand, in the craters of boiling red lava, in the forests of green trees, in the blue seas, and in the developed cities where people live. Shaaa¡­ In winter, it rained instead of snow for the first time in a long time in Ulan, the northernmost fortress, where a blizzard blows all the time. ¡°It¡¯s a fairy drop!¡± As the whole world began to get drenched, people alike left a bucket outside their house to receive fairy water. Read only at pm tl. It was not intended to aid in the birth of the fairy. Fairy water flows and flows, naturally stagnating somewhere, and after being affected by the surrounding environment for a long time, it was necessary to have the will to be born. The odds of a fairy being born out of stagnant water in a can were extremely low. Even if one was born, it must have been a fairy with the attributes of a can. The reason people receive fairy water is because it is a healing medicine. Drinking a cup of fairy water, which is full of energy, clears your head and improves your mood. How could such precious water flow into the soil? Trading with fairy water was strictly prohibited by law, but it was allowed to personally place a barrel outside the house to receive fairy water. People were happy to conserve and drink the fairy water they had collected during the Fairy Drop until the next Fairy Drop. In this relationship, the fairies would usually wake up in the untouched nature rather than in the city. Of course, there were fairies born in the city, and right now, here in Ulan. Plop. A drop of water bounced off the top of the highest spire in the castle with a clear sound. The water droplets reflected Ulan¡¯s scenery on the surface when first woken up. ¡®Happiness.¡¯ People were running around in the rain, laughing and not even using umbrellas. If it doesn¡¯t rain during the Fairy Drop period, which is said to be the blessing of the Origin given, when will it be? People didn¡¯t even care about the cold. From the center of the universe, the light of Origin, the sun that gives a clear view of the world, twinkles and illuminates the ground, and clear raindrops soak the devastated land. Woo¡­ Shaaa¡­ Even though the cool and scorching icy wind blew, the people just rejoiced. People were enjoying this moment full of vitality. ¡®It¡¯s fun.¡¯ The scenery of the water drops was very impressive. The refreshing pleasure overflowed and even the person watching was happy. ¡®Ah! That¡¯s what happiness is¡­¡¯ ¡®Happiness is a very good thing.¡¯ The drop of water rolled down and gathered other water droplets together. The water quickly rose and the water droplets became streams. After looking around the scenery of Ulan for a long time, the stream paid attention to the end. Beyond the forefront of the Carbid Empire, an achromatic dark space squirmed. A stream of water cascaded down, facing the ominous landscape. ¡®Doom. Ancient Darkness.¡± ¡®You have to fight Doom to protect your happiness.¡¯ ¡®You need strong attributes to fight.¡¯ The stream of water glared at Doom and ran down and down the tower¡¯s wall. It reached the bottom of the citadel, stagnated for a while, then flowed down the slope and was sucked into the rainwater drain. ¡®It¡¯s very dark. Narrow and fast.¡¯ The stream of water was delightful as it poured violently from the lightless pipe. ¡®Down, a little further down¡­¡¯ The stream hit the ground, but it did not stop and dug into the ground. Using the gray wall that continued into the basement as a guide, it descended to the deepest and darkest place. Finally reaching the edge of the wall. As the path disappeared, the stream of water sprang out in all directions. Most were scattered into the soil like the root of a tree, and only a small amount of water permeated through the cracks in the building. But the consciousness of the droplet, which was the core of the stream, was right there. A stream of water condensed into a small puddle in a corner of the room located over the wall during the rain. The puddle was very pleased with the room that arrived. ¡®It¡¯s very dark. If I stay here, I can become a powerful dark fairy.¡¯ ¡®If I became darkness, all the darkness in this world would be mine, and it would squat under my foot.¡¯ ¡® The darkness under my control will eat up the darkness it doesn¡¯t want and protect its happiness.¡¯ ¡®In the end, even the darkness of Doom has no choice but to become a part of me, my strength. That way, I will be freer than anyone else.¡¯ ¡®Ah, that¡¯s great.¡¯ ¡®Darkness seems like a really nice attribute. I will become the strongest fairy.¡¯ The puddle was delighted and continued to think. But from time to time, it felt a gaze. The puddle was robbed of all consciousness by that clear gaze. It had no choice but to do so. Because this was the first time anyone looked at the puddle. And the darkness resembling Doom was buried dry in his gaze. At that moment, the attributes of the unborn fairy were almost completely determined by darkness. The puddle, barely holding back the urge, leaned against the dim light next to the door and cast its master¡¯s gaze upon its surface. Shackles and chains that bound the limbs. Skinny body. Skin that has turned white and cracked. Sunken cheeks. Dusty gray-brown hair and pale blue eyes. He was a young boy who wanted to be about six years old in human age. However, the vitality of the humans it had seen on the ground could not be found in this boy looking down at the puddle with his cloudy eyes now. There was a very faint curiosity in his gaze. The puddle, like raindrops on a still lake, realized that its presence had stirred in the numb boy a small concentric circle of agitation. The puddle, stimulated by the concentric waves, felt curious for the first time. ¡®Why is this kid looking at me with those eyes?¡¯ There was no way to solve the question, because the boy did not speak and the puddle could not speak. Even then, time passed just fine. The boy was still alone. Every now and then, when a big, grumpy-looking guy comes into the room, drags him away, and pushes him back. No, now that there was a puddle, he wasn¡¯t alone. ¡°¡­¡± When the boy was in the room, he only stared at the puddle. The puddle also only saw the boy on the surface. Towards the end of the month they had observed each other, the boy would occasionally reach out and poke the puddle. But when a drop of cold liquid lightly wet his finger, he slipped away, as if he was afraid that a small puddle would dry up if they were in close contact for a long time. Just as the boy became very slightly active, there was a wave of change in the image of the puddle. ¡®Why don¡¯t you laugh?¡¯ ¡®Why are you alone in this dark room?¡¯ ¡®Other people looked at each other and laughed.¡¯ ¡®I was happy. Happiness is a good thing.¡¯ ¡®You don¡¯t look happy.¡¯ The puddle somehow hated the boy¡¯s calm expressionless expression. When he returned from being dragged by a man who walked in and out of this room, there was only one expression on his face. His forehead would always have a cold sweat, but he didn¡¯t want to see that expression for some reason in the puddle. ¡®What about your other expressions? I¡¯m curious.¡¯ ¡®I miss you.¡¯ One day, the first desire suddenly crept into the puddle¡¯s heart. The puddle scrutinized the world¡¯s knowledge in consciousness. After searching for a while, it found a line of knowledge that people are generally comfortable or happy to see fresh plants. ¡®Come to think of it, I haven¡¯t seen a single plant since I fell here from the top of the castle.¡¯ Since this place was adjacent to the Doom Field, it seemed that plants could not grow. This child must have never seen a plant. The thought that started once spread endlessly towards the ¡®plant¡¯, and eventually the puddle was decided. ¡®I will show you a plant. Would you be surprised? It will change your mood when you see it.¡¯ But there were no seeds that could grow into plants here. ¡®Then I have no choice but to become a plant myself.¡¯ The puddle that decided the direction of the attribute trembled. The boy opened his eyes wide in surprise. It was so much fun. The puddle gathered all its mind and condensed its body. A drop of highly concentrated water became a seed and permeated the floor. ¡®I¡¯m going to be the freshest plant in the world!¡¯ CH 2 The sprout flapped two leaves. ¡®How was it? Is this your first time seeing this? Is it fun? Isn¡¯t it amazing?¡¯ ¡°¡­Ah.¡± The boy sighed in admiration. The sprout was also thrilled. The boy¡¯s voice it had heard for the first time was so soft that it thought he was beautiful despite the sound of metal scraping his vocal cords. A dazzling brilliance could be seen in his pale pale blue eyes. The boy¡¯s eyes were still hazy like a misty sky, but he still felt alive as a human being. It was different from the helpless look he had before. The sprout was excited and shook the leaf. ¡®Not enough. I want to see more, more, more of your different sides.¡¯ Sprout wanted to ask the boy. ¡®What shape do you like?¡¯ The body has not yet been fixed. Until sprout was born as a fairy, it could change into any shape it wanted. As time passed, the buds grew. Sprout looked at the shapes of plants in knowledge and pondered the appearance of the body. It wouldn¡¯t be a bad idea to just choose an existing plant, but Iitwanted to become a boy¡¯s favorite if possible, so referring to his reaction, it changed the shape of the stem and leaves to create the body. The boy also carefully felt the leaves and stems with his fingers. The boy seemed to like bright colors that were not seen around, so it dyed its body with a color close to the light pink. The stems were smoothed out to avoid piercing the boy if the thorns were raised. For the boy who frequently touched the leaves, fresh and strong leaves were grown. The boy stared blankly at the sprout, which had grown so fast that it could no longer be called a sprout, with his eyes glimmering. The soft yet fresh plant did not show any signs of wear and tear as if it were a puddle, so the frequency of the boy reaching out increased. The boy¡¯s gaze was ecstatic as if he was looking at the most beautiful thing in the world, and his hand was gentle as if he was caring for the weakest thing. The plant felt so cherished that it stretched out its leaves like photosynthesis in the absence of light. However¡­ ¡®Not enough. Show me a different side of you.¡¯ It was thirsty because there wasn¡¯t enough. The plant loved the light in the boy¡¯s eyes and the way he touched it, but the boy was still mentally exhausted. ¡°¡­¡± The boy had been staring at it all day, even when it was a pool of puddle, but now he was even clinging to its side. However, as much as when he felt the presence of the man coming, he got up quickly and hurriedly went to the front of the door at an angle to cover the plant and stood there. ¡°You¡¯re so smart these days¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Well, now I¡¯ve got an answer. You¡¯re finally doing something I like.¡± The boy was quickly pulled out of the room with his usual expressionless expression. But the plant knew the boy¡¯s heart was beating like it was going to explode. It was such a loud beat that the leaves trembled. ¡®What is so scary?¡¯ The plant did not understand the boy¡¯s fear because it didn¡¯t know anything about the boy¡­ So, overlooking the cause of the boy¡¯s fear, it grew its size, and the catastrophe came not long after. ¡°Damn, what is this?¡± At last, the man saw the plant, and he came to the plant with ferocious footsteps. The boy, who had convulsions as if struck by lightning, jumped between the plant and the man in a convulsive state, covering the plant. Witnessing the boy¡¯s urgent desperation, the man¡¯s whites flared with anger. ¡°You bastard, you pretended to be a good listener to hide this!¡± Wham! The boy¡¯s back was slammed against a wall and rolled over. The plant was so startled that it froze as the chains rattled and scratched the floor. As the man spit and tried to approach the plant again, the boy managed to crouch around the plant. ¡°Move!¡± The boy¡¯s body continued to shake violently. A heavy breath came out and spilled onto the plant. The man grabbed the boy roughly and tried to get him up, but the boy struggled to hold on to the floor. The boy tried to protect the plant by drawing out all the strength he had normally hidden, but his stature was too small for the man, and there was no groove on the floor to hold onto. Eventually, he grabbed him by the nape of his neck and fell back again. Stomp! Stomp! The man trampled and crushed the defenseless plant. The fragile leaves were torn to shreds and clung to the floor, dripping with gooey sap. The man was rubbing the plant to the ground, pressing hard with his heel, and suddenly his feet moved away. ¡°Ugh!¡± While the man was being pushed by force and fell on his butt, the boy trembled and tried to gather the plant scattered here and there with his messed up hands. ¡­Unable to think in shock by the sudden violence, the plant shuddered as the hot liquid fell on its body. ¡°¡­¡± The man¡¯s face, who had been sitting down with a bewildered face, was dyed dark red because he could not understand the situation. ¡°I¡¯ll report and see you later. You are dead.¡± The man jumped up and looked down at the remnants of the plant as if sneering at the remnants and kicked the door to go out. The boy didn¡¯t care whether the man went out or not. He simply looked down at the messed up plant in disbelief. The boy¡¯s eyes, staring blankly at the plant, were wet and damp like soaked paper. The plant that was crushed were soaked in the boy¡¯s tears. Human body fluids contain emotions. At last, the plant realized the identity of the darkness that laid beneath the boy¡¯s heart. After despair and resignation, it becomes dry. The name of that painful feeling was loneliness. The boy¡¯s deep solitude caused a great ripple in the soul of the plant. A feeling of pity began to build up deep in its soul, and the plant finally knew for sure what it had been hoping for. ¡®I, I want to see your smiling face.¡¯ ¡®Do not cry. I hate it when you cry.¡¯ It wanted to shout so much, but without a neck, it couldn¡¯t make a sound. It wanted to wipe the tears away, but without a hand there would be no action. The only sense that the current plant could affect was the boy¡¯s perspective. ¡®I want to reach you.¡¯ ¡®I want to hug you.¡¯ ¡®I want to appease your loneliness.¡¯ It hated the lonely darkness that had taken over his heart. It wanted to cast out all his darkness. If it can¡¯t get rid of it, it wants to get rid of it by eating it. If it can¡¯t get rid of it because he¡¯s already empty, it wants to fill his empty space. And when he¡¯s full, it wants to protect him so the darkness can¡¯t haunt him again. ¡®What? What should I do?¡¯ Until the main body was completed, it could be reproduced in the same form as many times as possible. But that wasn¡¯t the point. It was wrong. Color alone could not comfort the boy¡¯s loneliness. The plant hastily rummaged through all of its knowledge. ¡­Flower. It needed flowers. People generally say that seeing flowers makes you feel good. From what it has seen so far, the boy seems to like it too. Then let¡¯s be flowers. Much more lively than it is now. With a look that is beautiful enough to keep the eyes moving, yet comfortable. Shedding a gentle fragrance. A flower with such a bright color that even just one single flower can fill it with emptiness at once¡­ To become a flower. Shaaa¡­ The remnants of the plant turned into tiny water droplets. Thousands of drops of water gathered in one place, illuminating the dazed boy. After linking each other, the puddle was revived as a stem and a leaf that it was familiar with. But this time it didn¡¯t end there. At the edge of the plant, a pale pink bud with a soft light was shining. In front of the boy¡¯s rough breathing and his eyes that seemed to pop out, the petals that had formed a bud in a swirling shape unfolded one by one. ¡­It was blooming The blue eyes, filled with tears, were filled with petals. The flower looked at the boy, waving its body gently. The boy was making a face it had never seen before. His face dyed with a warm color enough to want flowers to take root. ¡®You¡¯re so cute when you smile like that.¡¯ The flower wanted that. ¡®I¡¯m curious about you. I want to know you. I want to talk to you.¡¯ So, the flower wanted to be born. Shaaa! The flower was engulfed in bright light. The petals swarmed back into buds like a whirlwind, and the leaves completely enveloped the stem. Before long, the buds were dripping down, and a young and cute face popped out from within. From the body the leaves had been hiding, short, white limbs stretched out. Read only at pm tl. The pale pink petals became part of the softly curving hair, and the pale pink leaves became a part of the sky blue skirt. The light pooled behind her back spread out through her thin wings. The fairy slowly raised her long eyelashes. The light of the universe was gathered together and beaten by the brilliant eyes as if they were driven together, forming a shabby boy¡¯s image. ¡°¡­¡± This being would have become a powerful dark fairy had it not met the boy, because this room was so dark and damp that it could be left with the dark attribute. However, consciously or unconsciously, this being, who had been overly engrossed in the boy throughout its growth, eventually blossomed into a flower fairy. The young boy shoved his face towards the baby fairy so that their nose touched. Blinking and looking at the boy, the fairy finally said what she had always wanted to say whenever she saw the boy. ¡°Hi!¡± The fairy smiled broadly, flew up, and kissed the boy¡¯s red cheek. CH 3 01. Fairies and Humans ¡°I am a fairy. Human, I¡¯m glad to meet you!¡± After a lively greeting, I eagerly wiped the tears from the child¡¯s eyes. I reached over and grabbed the corners of his lips and pulled them up. ¡°Sheesh.¡± I wanted to see the child smile, but I couldn¡¯t see it because my body was stuck to the child¡¯s cheek. I was a little sad, but still, after doing what I wanted to do all the time, I felt refreshed and laughed. ¡°You know, I like you. Do you want to be friends with me?¡± I flew around him. I laughed as I watched the twinkling powder fall from my wings and smeared all over the child¡¯s face and clothes. ¡°What is your name? How old are you?¡± Until birth, that is, in a ¡®fetal¡¯ state, a fairy feels one-dimensional desire and curiosity about the surrounding environment, and devotes all of her consciousness to making the body. When the water is stagnant, they cannot speak and their actions are limited, so they cannot actively satisfy their desires and curiosity. If they want to release it, it¡¯s like when a baby bird hatches an egg. They must have the will to be born and become a fairy. ¡°Where are you? Why are you alone in this place? Why are you tied up with restraints? What are you doing every time you go out with that human man? Why did that man hit you just before?¡± Before I was even born, I had to pile up my questions. ¡°What did you think of me? How did you feel when you looked at me? Do you like me too? How do I look now? Pretty? Is it your taste?¡± But now that I¡¯m a fairy, I don¡¯t have to be patient. I scrambled to ask questions. Read only at pm tl. ¡°What are you thinking now? Is there anything you want to say to me?¡± The child was silent the whole time I was bustling and asking questions. He was just looking at me blankly as I was flying around. I barely got out of the excitement, tilted my head, and flew to the tip of the child¡¯s nose. ¡°Hi!¡± I said hello again, but this time there was no reply. The child always said ¡®yes¡¯ to the man, so he must have been unable to speak. ¡°Why don¡¯t you say anything? Say something. Don¡¯t you want to talk to me? Or do you not know what to say?¡± It¡¯s sad if he didn¡¯t want to say anything, but it would be even sadder if he didn¡¯t know how to say it. Humans are creatures that communicate through structured language. A human of this age is bound to be able to speak, but if he can¡¯t speak, why? I looked at the gloomy child carefully. The child who awakened me into a flower fairy was so small that I thought he was six years old in human age, and his figure was so thin that his skin was sticking to his bones. His dull grayish-brown hair was sparse, as if it had been roughly cut. His skin, full of scratches, was rough, and his lips were chapped and it looked as if it stinged. Even his limbs were bound by cast iron restraints. The chain connecting the restraint device and the wall was long enough to only move around in this narrow room. Why is this child locked up in a place like this? Humans are social creatures that live in groups and interact with each other, and only this child was separated from such concepts. I have a lot of time, so I¡¯ll take it slow. If he doesn¡¯t answer, I¡¯ll just wait, and if he doesn¡¯t answer, I¡¯ll find out. Above all, I was more concerned about the child¡¯s condition than the reason why he was now locked up. ¡°Hmmm¡­¡± I looked around. The cold that I had forgotten groped my body softly. Cold. I was born after staying here for a long time, so I was tolerant of the cold, but it was still cold. ¡°Cold.¡± I flew to the child again. The child was staring at me in the distance without blinking an eye. I reached out and pressed my palm to his trembling cheek. Unsurprisingly, he froze. ¡°Are you cold too?¡± I thought for a moment that I would have liked to become a fire fairy, but even if given the opportunity to decide the first attribute again, I would still become a flower. Because the loneliness that soaked me was such a strong emotion that transcended all of it. ¡°Does it hurt from being hit? Shall I rub it?¡± I couldn¡¯t see it because there were many wounds on his body, but it looks like he was hit badly. Why hit a little boy like that? Even before I was born, I felt sorry for the child, but now he looked so pitiful that I had to hold back my tears. ¡°Look at me.¡± Was the wound from the beating a bruise? First, examine the wound and, if the wound is too severe, get some medicine to help heal the bruise. It was the moment I took my hand off the child¡¯s cheek. The child who was just staring blankly at me suddenly sniffled. The boy put his face toward me, sniffled and wrinkled his nose. Do I smell? I closed my eyes and pushed my face out so that he could sniff me to my heart¡¯s content. How long has it been- Suddenly, my hair curled up. ¡°Ouch!¡± As soon as I opened my eyes, screaming in surprise, my hair snapped into the child¡¯s mouth. What, what? I was startled and hardened, but the child chewed my hair like gum. He couldn¡¯t get enough of it, and was sucking it up so hard, it felt like his hard teeth were going to reach my scalp in an instant. I was blown away. Why is he like this all of a sudden? ¡°Don¡¯t eat! Don¡¯t eat!¡± Pulling my hair and screaming not to eat did not slow the speed of the teeth coming in. A damp breath spurted out from just above my head. I feel a sense of crisis. If I do this, I will bite through the face to the core. Am I going to be cut in two by my first person¡¯s teeth as soon as I¡¯m born? My hair was bleached white. ¡°Wahh!¡± As I burst into tears in embarrassment, the crackling sound of his teeth stopped suddenly. I shook my head as I grabbed my hair. ¡°Do not eat. ¡± As soon as I was freed from the child, I backed away and stuck to the wall. ¡°You¡¯re bad! How could you try to eat me!¡± Full of betrayal, I screamed, but the child just looked at me with eyes that seemed confused and did not know what to do. This was the first time I had ever seen another different expression. I couldn¡¯t help it. Even before I was born, I enjoyed seeing his various expressions, and I coughed. ¡°Don¡¯t eat me. Never eat me. Understand?¡± ¡°¡­¡± The child then laid sideways on the floor without answering. With the side of his head on the floor, he looked at me, who was glued to the corner of the room and the wall next to it. What¡¯s with that strange reaction? I slowly walked over and looked down at the child¡¯s face. As if the last time he chewed my hair was hard, he looked helpless, as if all his energy had waned. The embarrassment that was cute earlier from him was no longer felt. Behind his slowly blinking eyelids, there were empty eyes that I had seen before. He seems to be a bit sad¡­ I had a question because he had never looked at me with such dead eyes. Why? Why are you looking at me with these eyes? Because he couldn¡¯t eat my hair? ¡°Did you want my hair to eat like that?¡± The most plausible questions were asked, but no answers were returned. ¡°It wouldn¡¯t taste good¡­¡± I tilted my head and remembered that he wouldn¡¯t say anything ¡°Ah.¡± Something twinkled in my mind. If you don¡¯t know, I can become a teacher and teach you! ¡°You don¡¯t want to talk to me, do you? You don¡¯t know what to say?¡± ¡°¡­¡± As there was still no response, my confidence waned a little. ¡°Just say one word, ¡®yes,¡¯ as you would answer that man, okay? Then I will tell you¡­¡± I¡¯ll teach you. I don¡¯t know if I can teach well, but I¡¯ll try. Before I could say anything else, the child suddenly pricked his ears and jumped up to his feet. I hesitated in surprise, but the child picked me up roughly. ¡°Hey!¡± I screamed in pain from him holding me so tightly that I fell to the floor and crouched. I clenched my fist against my chest and felt the floor with my other hand. Not long after, the iron door swung open. ¡°Hey!¡± It was the voice of the man who trampled on me earlier. The boy¡¯s body was about to tremble. ¡°Move!¡± The child¡¯s body shook violently. The child¡¯s upper body was lifted up slightly. I barely lifted my face and saw his large, thick hands clasping the nape of the child¡¯s neck. His thumb was pressing on his flat neck. ¡°Where did it go?¡± Eyeballs protruding from the back of the child¡¯s shoulders gleamed and the child leaned down and scanned the floor. ¡°Huh? Where did the weeds I stepped on go?¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°Did you eat it?¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°This bastard is annoying! Vomit it!¡± A dull noise could be heard from above me. ¡°Spit it out! Vomit!¡± Despite the man¡¯s merciless touch, the child did not let out a single groan. The smell of fishy blood permeated the entire room from the child¡¯s slender hands. The child clenched all five of his fingers and clenched his teeth. CH 4 ¡°Hey¡­¡± Astonished by the man¡¯s cruel behavior, even my tongue shriveled. Humans sometimes fight wildly, but this wasn¡¯t a fight. It was an abuse that the strong inflicted on the weak. Don¡¯t hit my human! I need to stop it. But how? I still only know how to bloom. Ah, right! All he wants is my smashed body! ¡°Let it go¡­¡± The moment I struggled and cried to let go, the child¡¯s hand grabbed me so tightly that I couldn¡¯t even breathe. Then he pressed his thumb against my face to cover my mouth. He pushed me deeper into his arms and curled up his body a little more. In this situation, I couldn¡¯t understand why the child was acting like this. Are you doing this to protect me? Even in a situation where it¡¯s painful for yourself? Tears welled up. You stupid! That person can¡¯t see me unless I allow it. He can¡¯t even touch me. You don¡¯t have to protect me like this! ¡°Let go! Let go!¡± No matter how much I shouted over his finger to let me go, the child wouldn¡¯t let me go. Rather, he gave more strength to his fist. ¡°Hah hah hah hah.¡± Exhausted, the boy gasped and stopped his movements. ¡°Hey, bastard, I should just kill you.¡± What? Kill? As soon as the man slammed the door and left, the child scrambled to his feet. ¡°Whew.¡± Gastric juice spilled from the child¡¯s mouth. Everything he ate had been digested for a long time, so the only thing that came out of him was sour stomach acid. He cried because it was so painful that his fingers were numb. ¡°Let go!¡± The child only held me tighter. It felt like my stomach was going to explode. This kid can¡¯t hate me. He just doesn¡¯t understand what I¡¯m saying. I made up my mind to make a decision. Just get out of this situation. I will teach you from the beginning. Step, step. All of my senses focused on the sound of the man¡¯s dirty footsteps running wildly down the stairs. When he came back, it was clear that the man would torment the child more severely than before. ¡°Wahhh!¡± In the end, I was so sad that I burst into tears. Then, at the same time, his hands lost strength for a brief moment. Taking advantage of the gap, I jumped out quickly and fell to the floor in a hurry. I took a deep breath on the cold floor. The light that came out of my breath flashed once. Shaaa. Grass grew on the floor where the light hit it. I pulled the grass with all my might and then threw the grass into the child¡¯s vomit. Then I climbed on top of it and ripped it to pieces and pounded it so hard that one couldn¡¯t even recognize the shape. There was no time to explain, even as the child moaned blankly. ¡°Hah, hah, hah.¡± Thud! Thud! Thud! The man entered the room, waving a large stick. ¡°Hah, hah, hah.¡± I couldn¡¯t get up because my core felt like it was going to explode due to sudden overexertion. I lay face down and looked up gaspingly into the man¡¯s gleaming eyes. I didn¡¯t avoid the man¡¯s eyes. Creatures not permitted by the fairy cannot see the fairy. The man looked intently at me and frowned. ¡°As expected, you ate it.¡± Okay. People like you will never see me. He looked back at the child, who was clutching his aching chest. The child was staring blankly at me, not the crushed grass. ¡°Look carefully.¡± I opened my eyes wet with tears under the shadow of the palms that covered me. ¡°He can¡¯t see me, he can¡¯t touch me. Only you can see and touch me. So don¡¯t get hit to protect me.¡± The man¡¯s hand passed right through me. ¡°Ugh. Dirty.¡± The man frowned and swirled at the vomit and grabbed the wreckage. As soon as he confirmed that he had all the pieces, he glared at the child and went out with a thud. ¡°¡­¡± I was angry and all kinds of emotions were rising, and at the same time, the tears that had been accumulating in my eyes poured out again. Bad guy. Why do you need grass that has already been trampled down? Why do you go after vomit? Why are you keeping this kid here and tormenting him so much? Why can¡¯t this kid understand or answer me? Painful doubts hit my core. As I listened to the sound of the man¡¯s footsteps moving away, I rolled my eyes and headed towards the door. Let¡¯s find out why. If I follow along, I will find out everything. It was time to make up my mind to follow the man and try to cross the door. Cling! The sound of chains from behind could be heard as something grabbed my wings. When I turned around, the child came forward, reaching out to me. His messy, broken fingers were barely the size of a nail and struggled to hold onto me. ¡°Ugh.¡± I couldn¡¯t possibly go. The expression on the child¡¯s face¡­ Without hesitation, I turned around and grabbed the child¡¯s finger. As soon as I touched him, the kid grabbed me with both hands and took a step back. He leaned against the wall as if he had been pushed hard and slumped down. The child¡¯s hand trembled. An uneasy breath hit me like a typhoon. ¡°It¡¯s okay, it¡¯s okay. I¡¯m not going.¡± I traced the child¡¯s chin and lips with consolation. ¡°Relax. I am by your side.¡± ~*~ I am a fairy Fairies are omniscient and ignorant beings. They are born knowing the meaning of every word in the world, but in fact, it is as if they do not know it at all. Just as you could know the dictionary meaning of the word happiness, you must experience it directly or indirectly to make your knowledge completely unique. From the time I was a drop of water, I already knew that the feeling of experiencing something that I only knew is amazing. So when I imagine the time to get to know the world in the future, I should be very happy, but now I am depressed. I glanced at the child with his head down as he grabbed me. He is a human child. The metal that bound his limbs was a restraint sphere. What the child has just suffered was violence. The sensation the child must have felt when being hit is pain. When I see a child like that, the emotion I felt was pity. The narrow world I encountered for the first time as a fairy was the opposite of the pleasant world I encountered when I was a water droplet. Deep underground where even the wind does not blow. It was so deep that the air was so thin that it was difficult to breathe. I was born as a flower in the middle of winter, so it was very cold here even though I had little resistance to cold. It was fortunate that the human child did not freeze to death. I wiggled my body in his warm hands. Do you have a body with a lot of heat? Fortunately he does. I glanced at it and, as it turns out, the child¡¯s arm was covered in black bruises. What about the place that has been hit the most? I couldn¡¯t even imagine. ¡°Let me go. Okay?¡± I wanted to get some medicine. But it¡¯s been a while since he was beaten and he didn¡¯t let me go. Patares. It was then that the fairy¡¯s powers came to mind. Even if a child catches me, I can escape with Patares. However, I did not want to get out of the hand of the trembling child because he was afraid, so I gave up on being released and relaxed my body. ¡°Human.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°Just say ¡®yes¡¯ once.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°I want to hear you answering me.¡± ¡°¡­.¡± ¡°I want to hear your clear voice. Don¡¯t make a noise of groaning in pain.¡± I tried to talk to him, but he was still holding me tight with his shaky hands, but he didn¡¯t say anything. His messy fingertips drenched my body with a damp red fluid. ¡­A dizzying fear was felt in the blood. After some time had passed, the boy was still in a state of panic that he couldn¡¯t control himself. The tremors of his hands hit my core like waves. I looked at his hair soaked in cold sweat with a strange feeling. ¡°You must¡¯ve been really afraid that you would lose me.¡± You didn¡¯t mind getting hurt because you wanted to protect me. You are afraid of losing me. ¡°Cute¡­¡± Even after I said that, I moved my body because I was sorry. But the pleasant tickling that spreads from the core to the top of my head made me honest. It was pitiful to see the child frightened. But to be honest, I really liked the heart that was the source of his fear, the heart that cherished me. The feeling of realizing that I am also very precious to the person I like is an emotion in itself, making my body heat up and my breathing become rough. What can I do? It is an undeniable fact that he has a good heart to care for me. So I¡¯m just going to be a crooked fairy. And I will love you much more than you love me. Read only at pm tl. I let out a big snort and grabbed the child¡¯s finger. ¡°Relax! I am a great fairy. No one can take me away from you.¡± Even though I knew he didn¡¯t understand, I opened my chest and shouted loudly. ¡°I¡¯ll wait until you¡¯re relieved. When you calm down, let me hear your voice. Got it?¡± Again, the child does not answer ¡°yes¡± this time, but I can¡¯t help it. I¡¯ve said all I have to say now. As soon as I was born, I suffered from all sorts of things, and I used too much energy to grow weeds in a hurry, and then I suddenly became tired. I had just been born so I needed to sleep. I have to sleep a little bit and then wake up and tell the child to answer me. I quietly buried my head in the boy¡¯s hands. The child¡¯s trembling stopped. The pale blue eyes that were hidden like a tortoise hidden in the shell are staring at me again. I smiled, blinking my heavy eyelids. ¡°Pretty boy. Thank you for protecting me.¡± The hand of the child who protected me was very comfortable even though it was dry. I fell asleep for the first time in my life, in his hands that smelled like a child¡¯s blood. CH 5 Crack! ¡°Ugh!¡± I was startled by the sudden noise and shook my head. I looked around and made eye contact with the child who was staring at me. ¡°Hi!¡± ¡°¡­¡± How long was I asleep for? There was no natural light, so I couldn¡¯t tell whether it was morning, noon, or evening, so I couldn¡¯t gauge the passage of time. I gave a brief greeting and then flapped my wings to clear my mind. Huh? Where was I lying down? The place where I was lying was on the palms of the child¡¯s finely gathered hands. Did you see me sleeping soundly and made a hand bed for me? Excitement surged. This! Cute! Boy! ¡°Thank you! Thanks to you, I slept well!¡± I smiled broadly and flew once, rubbing my face on the child¡¯s finger. I flew here and there on purpose, and the child did not catch me, only chasing me with his eyes. Great. Now I feel a bit relieved. But what was that noise? I looked around and looked towards the door to find a plate in the slot. It was dinner time. Meals came in twice a day. The child would always go to the door and empty the dishes on the plate. Even when I was a pool of water or the plant, he didn¡¯t take his eyes off of me¡­ Wait. My memories, which had been completely forgotten, crept up from the bottom. As soon as I was born, I was almost eaten by a child. This guy¡­ Did he ever see me as delicious food? Could it be that he saw me as a side dish at every meal? Maybe even now when I am a fairy? ¡°¡­¡± If it¡¯s dinner time now, he¡¯ll be hungry, right? Was it not that he was putting his palms together to put me to sleep, but he was contemplating whether or not to put me in his bowl and eat me? Read only at pm tl. ¡°¡­¡± No way. I quickly brushed off my wings, dispelling my uneasy suspicion. He wouldn¡¯t have protected me like that if he thought of me as a delicious meal. He probably tried to eat me just because he didn¡¯t know what to do. I stopped thinking and flew towards the slot where the plate was placed. When I looked back, the boy was leaning against the wall with his hands hanging down on the floor, watching my actions. Hmmm. How far can I go? Can I go out? I faced the child and moved a little closer to the entrance. Slowly, slowly, slowly. Cling! ¡°Hey!¡± I was snatched away. It happened as soon as I was about to get out of the reach of the child. ¡°You were leaning against the wall over there. When did you get here? Do you know how to move in space? Why are you so fast?¡± Startled, I calmed my beating heart and patted the child¡¯s hand. ¡°I¡¯m not going. I¡¯m not going.¡± He wouldn¡¯t let me go even though I patted his hand. I looked up in amazement and almost passed out. ¡°¡­¡± The child was staring at me blankly. It was the pure face I had always seen. But why? It felt very frightening, unlike usual. A faint light flickered from above illuminated only half of the child¡¯s face, and half was immersed in darkness as usual. The side I was accustomed to was the dark face side, but it was also that side that now felt my fear. On the half-darkened face, the only thing that shined was the water-soaked eyes. Fairies could glimpse emotions through the body fluids of creatures. The child now¡­ He looked at me and I felt his hunger. The child slowly opened his mouth. The crooked teeth gleamed pale in the light. Transparent saliva was welling up on the corners of his mouth. ¡°Uh¡­¡± Unknowingly, I was terrified by the ferocious hunger of a child I had encountered for the first time in my life. I was already caught up in the illusion of being eaten by a child. ¡°Don¡¯t eat me! Please!¡± I pushed the child¡¯s hand away and cried. Then the strength of the child¡¯s hand was released. ¡°Hah.¡± I slumped to the floor and sighed. ¡°You really tried to eat me. It¡¯s too much.¡± Too much, too much, how could you try to eat me? Do you really see me as food? ¡­Okay. Things like that happen too. Even though I cried because it was too much, I was subtly convinced. To be honest, I can¡¯t help it when he sees me as food, right? A puddle is drinkable water, and grass is an edible plant. I didn¡¯t speak or move back then. To sum it up, the grass that turned into a fairy right in front of his eyes. ¡®Moving grass = fairy¡¯ ¡­Of course he would be thinking that. So far, I was okay with that, because it was somewhat correct. The problem was that he goes beyond this perception. ¡®Eat grass = Eat fairies¡¯ ¡­It seems that he even thought of that. Even if I¡¯m the cutest fairy in the world. He doesn¡¯t know how to speak, so maybe¡­ I¡¯m sorry to think this way, but the probability of basic common sense lacking was 99%. Maybe he didn¡¯t even realize that I was reborn as a different race called a fairy, so he was thinking of it as ¡®grass = fairy¡¯ rather than ¡®grass ¡ú fairy¡¯. As soon as I understood it, my heart calmed down and my crying stopped. I wiped away my tears, and a positive mind sprung up. How about food? No matter how he sees me, he must have cherished me. To protect me, he was bruised. It was also certain that I comforted the loneliness by being by his side. The emotion that awakened me as a fairy was not appetite, but solitude. A brightly colored edible herb grown in the corner of the room. ¡°How dare you look at this fairy as a herb¡­¡± Cute. What scared me was that the child who had always treated me like an expensive ornamental plant would eat like a starving child for the rest of his life. When I was done grasping the situation, the child¡¯s appetite no longer frightened me. Now he looked like a human kid who didn¡¯t know anything. In the beginning, I was not afraid of Doom, but rather a powerful drop of water that ignited a fighting spirit. ¡°Hey, cutie, you are mistaken.¡± In the past, I was a nutritious grass that you could eat apart from not being born, but now that I have become a fairy, I can¡¯t be eaten. ¡°If you don¡¯t know, just let me know. I mean, I am not a vegetable that will quickly become your meal, but that I am a pretty, cute, and precious fairy who wants to be your friend.¡± Yes, there are piles of things I want to teach you, but let¡¯s get this straight. I shook my head. The child was looking at me like a strange thing. ¡°Listen. I am not a meal.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°Don¡¯t eat me. Understand?¡± His greedy eyes have already grasped everything. I¡¯ll run away as soon as he shows any signs of eating me. Okay. I can use Patares before he eats me to get out of there. I cried twice because I was afraid. ¡°If you want to eat , I¡¯ll give you a honey chestnut!¡± Keep in mind I¡¯m not who I used to be! He couldn¡¯t understand it, but I let go of the threat and bravely walked forward in front of the slot. I pointed at the plate fiercely. ¡°Look Carefully. That¡¯s not me, this is what you eat¡­¡± Are you eating right? Looking at the things on the plate, I blurted out the end of my words. The meal on the tray, where the dirty residue dried up, contained a dirty soup with unidentified ingredients floating around and black bread that looked hard. It was said that humans boil and eat a warm soup with fresh vegetables and thick meat sliced ??in them. They kneaded wheat flour and baked bread in a blazing oven. They said it was fluffy¡­ But this food was as poor as the treatment here. I looked down at the tray with an uneasy feeling. The soup was not what I was expecting, but the bread might be surprisingly soft and delicious. I heard that there are many types of bread that are crispy on the outside and moist on the inside. I sniffed and tried to tear the bread apart. But the surface was as hard as a stone, and it was difficult. Contemplating, I opened my mouth and bit the bread. Ah. It¡¯s hard enough to be used as a weapon, so I couldn¡¯t even taste it. If I chewed forcibly, my jaw may be crushed. I grabbed my tingling chin and gently lowered my face into the dirty soup this time. I stuck out my tongue and licked the soup a little, then spat it out of the bowl. ¡°¡­¡± ¡°I¡¯m surprised.¡± All of a sudden, the boy squatted next to me, put his face close to mine, and watched what I was doing. The shiny eyes with brightness contained only me, not the bread or the soup. ¡°Have you been eating like this?¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°Ugh. When I go out, I have to bring a bunch of delicious things.¡± It¡¯s unbearable that the first person who will be my first friend eats like this. As I mumbled grimly, the child reached out to the bread without saying a word. He broke the loaf of bread in his hands and held out a piece to me. ¡°Huh?¡± Startled by the child¡¯s unexpected behavior, I flapped my wings. ¡°Are you giving it to me? Well¡­ .¡± It¡¯s okay to want to gain weight, but it won¡¯t taste good. When I tasted the soup, I expected the taste of the bread to be the same as well. A fairy can live by drinking only water. There was no need to forcefully eat something that didn¡¯t taste good, so if I had to eat something, I would choose to eat only delicious things. It should be said that hobby was built-in by default. But even though I didn¡¯t want to eat it, I wanted to receive it because it was given to me by that child. As I tilted my head and hesitated, the child followed me and tilted his head, and dipped his index finger into crumbly breadcrumbs from the slice of bread and held it out to me. He seemed to think that the bread piece was so big that I didn¡¯t want to eat it. I will have to eat like this¡­ I finally put my hands on the child¡¯s index finger. It was breadcrumbs for a child, but still a bit big for me. I grabbed the crumbs with both hands and carefully gnawed at the edges. The bread I ate for the first time in my life was as cold as if it had been frozen and was dry and crumbly. The child watched me eat breadcrumbs, sticking out my nose for a distance, and watching it come out. Are you curious about me eating breadcrumbs? Is it fun? If you¡¯re having fun, I¡¯ll enjoy it too. Watch as much as you want. CH 6 After eating all the breadcrumbs, the child held out his index finger again. ¡°I¡¯m full.¡± I pushed it away, but his index finger stayed firmly in place. I didn¡¯t want to eat this tasteless thing any more, so when I decided to refuse it, my eyes met the child. There was warmth in the child¡¯s eyes and cheeks for some reason. Is it that much fun? I can¡¯t help it. ¡°I¡¯ll eat one more.¡± I picked up the smallest of the breadcrumbs the child had brought out, smashed it up quickly in my mouth, and flew to the bread he was holding. I tore the bread apart as if breaking it with all my might. Since the child had already split it in two, it wasn¡¯t too difficult to tear it apart this time. I hugged the loaf of bread tightly and flew and pressed it with the child¡¯s slightly open lips. ¡°Come on, you should eat too.¡± The child blinked his eyes and opened his mouth a little more like a baby bird. I shoved a loaf of bread into it. Squeak. Watching the child chew slowly, it seemed like I could understand why he had so much fun watching me eat breadcrumbs. Watching the skinny guy diligently eat the loaf of bread I put in his mouth was cute and sad, and above all else, it was fun. Squeak. The noise coming from the child¡¯s teeth was not very pleasant. ¡°Why is the bread so hard?¡± I felt negative emotions about the food called bread. Nope. Not all bread in the world will be that hard. As soon as I leave here, I decided to get some plain bread and share it with this kid, and as I went to the tray, the soup caught my eye. ¡°Wouldn¡¯t it be better to just not eat?¡± I broke the bread a little more, dipped it in the soup that was close to water, and brought it to the child¡¯s mouth. The child quietly took what I gave him and ate it. Hmm, I wish I could feed you something more delicious. Honey alone would be much tastier than this. Oh yeah! My honey! While the child ate the bread, I felt the fatuma inside me. My fatuma, which was empty due to inexperienced use of Vita from inexperienced control, went to sleep and woke up half full. Usually, they say that it gets full when we wake up from a good night¡¯s sleep, but it seems that I couldn¡¯t sleep for a long time because of the sound of the tray appearing. ¡®Fatuma¡¯. When it comes to human organs, the fatuma is a fairy¡¯s breathing organ that functions as the lung, and it is a door and vessel that connects the soul and the body. Fairies can convert the natural energy ¡®tera¡¯, which is floating in the world, into ¡®vita¡¯, the fairy energy, through the breathing of fatuma and store it. (tl/n: man why is this so complicated) And by consuming vita, the fairy could use ¡®spirit skills¡¯, commonly called ¡®Fatares¡¯. The ¡°Breathing¡± I¡¯m about to use is the ability to embody one¡¯s attributes in the world, and was the representative Fatares of fairies. I folded my wings and landed on the floor. [Breath.] Then¡­ I bowed my back, took a moderate breath, and then blew it out. The moment the Vita that came out of my breath flashed and touched the floor, grass quickly grew and even flowers bloomed. ¡°Ah¡­¡± Suddenly, the child made a noise and turned around. The child was looking intently at my flowers with eyes wet with joy. He really liked my flowers. It seems that his eyes were twinkling more than the way I saw them before. Does he like this more than my fairy figure? Anyway, I will show you the taste of heaven. I pluck the flower heads from the stems. ¡°Come on, chew on the back of this and suck it up.¡± Huh? Why is your face so shocked? I opened my mouth wide and put flowers on the child¡¯s stiff teeth and lips. ¡°¡­?¡± Unable to shut his mouth, I flew under the child¡¯s chin and pushed upwards. There was a crackling and grinding sound. The child, who had been stunned, not knowing what to do, opened his eyes wide. The child seemed to swallow his saliva once, and then began to munch on the flowers. I shouted proudly. ¡°The taste is perfect! Full of nutrition! It¡¯s the flower fairy¡¯s honey.¡± It will taste nutritiously a hundred times and a thousand times better than that poor bread and soup. The child trembled. His eyes were blank and his cheeks were red. I was flattered by the apparent shock. I shrugged my shoulders and puffed out my chest. ¡°Isn¡¯t it delicious? You don¡¯t know. I was born as a native species thanks to the fuss about making the body according to your taste. You are the first discoverer of my flower and the first to taste my honey. Glory to you, ahem!¡± ¡°¡­¡± As he listened to me bragging, the child smiled and sucked on the tail of the pale pink flower for a long time. Well, you used to suck my hair like that too. Did my hair taste good? With a sudden thought, I grabbed a bundle of my hair and sniffed it. The scent of flowers was very subtle and the smell was not bad. Is it really delicious? I chewed a handful with anticipation for a bit, then spat it out. It didn¡¯t taste very good and it just made my mouth itch. Thinking about it, it was weird. He put it in his mouth last time, so he should¡¯ve known that my hair didn¡¯t taste good. So why did he look at me and feel hungry as if he had a very tasty meal in front of him? Do I look delicious? Does my hair feel good because I look so delicious? Yes, then it could be. It¡¯s better than looking bad. Or maybe my hair was really delicious because he only ate low-quality bread and soup, so the standard of taste was so low. ¡°¡­!¡± I was watching with pleasure. The child suddenly jumped and spit out the flower. My ego fluttered wildly. The child was anxious and glanced at me. ¡°Did you eat all the honey? How can you only suck and spit it out?¡± I groaned and picked up the flowers. My flowers were non-toxic. The flower was made by a fairy with Patares, so the petals were full of nutrients. ¡°Here! Eat this too.¡± I picked up the flower and brought it to the child¡¯s lips. The boy clenched his lips and turned his head. ¡°I told you to eat it! You wanted to eat it! You can¡¯t eat me, but you can eat this. Eat it!¡± I pressed it against his lips, but the child did not open his mouth. I held the flower in my arms with a slightly suspicious feeling. ¡°You don¡¯t like it?¡± ¡­Does it taste bad? It could be bitter. Curious about the taste of my flowers, I cut the petals and ate them. As expected, it had a fragrant grassy taste. Then the boy pulled my hair a little. ¡°Uh? What?¡± ¡°Well, well¡­¡± ¡°Yes?¡± ¡°¡­Don¡¯t eat it.¡± I opened my eyes wide. He said it! ¡°Don¡¯t eat¡­ Don¡¯t eat.¡± The child tried to separate me from the flower with a nervous expression on his face. I let go of the flower and flew up, and the child laid down my hair and held the flower tightly. ¡°Do not eat.¡± ¡°Wow!¡± It¡¯s a little sad that the first thing the child said to me was ¡®don¡¯t eat¡¯, but¡­the first step is important. Yeah, sure. Read only at pm tl. ¡°Did you know what the saying ¡°don¡¯t eat¡± means? Or did you learn from me?¡± ¡°¡­¡± The child didn¡¯t answer, so I decided to just assume the latter. Even if he knew a few words, it was unlikely that he would have learned it normally. It would be better to assume that he doesn¡¯t know anything and I would teach everything from one to ten properly. By the way¡­ ¡°Why don¡¯t you eat it?¡± Because he doesn¡¯t like eating those flowers? Or because I told him not to eat me? I put my hand on the child¡¯s finger holding my flower. ¡°You can eat it.¡± ¡°Do not eat.¡± He hesitated, pointing his finger at me, and moving towards the flower. It was the latter. The person I told not to eat was definitely ¡®me¡¯, but seeing that he shouldn¡¯t even eat flowers, this guy also can¡¯t tell the difference between me and that flower. It¡¯s ridiculous, but it¡¯s cute and it¡¯s also fun, so it made me laugh. Although there was a slight misunderstanding, this child understood my words not to eat and was obeying. The feeling wasn¡¯t bad. Yes, right now. The word ¡®eat¡¯ is also taught as an added bonus, and this is a great opportunity to separate myself from this flower! I took the flower and poked it into the child¡¯s mouth. ¡°Eat.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°Eat.¡± The child was confused and shut her mouth tightly. Instead of the flower, I took a loaf of the remaining bread and put it in the child¡¯s mouth. ¡°Eat.¡± The child carefully took the bread and ate it. I said, holding out flowers, just like when giving bread. ¡°Eat.¡± The child blinked. I wonder if he would really eat it. When I urged him to continue eating, the child slowly took the flower, bit it, and murmured. He pointed at me this time and said. ¡°Do not eat.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t eat it.¡± I taught the child two words by blooming flowers and breaking loaves again and again. Finally, flowers, bread, and soup were lined up on a tray, and I stood beside them. The child pointed one by one with his fingers. ¡°Eat. Eat. I can eat. Do not eat.¡± ¡°Well done!¡± I smiled broadly as I heard the child murmur. He even learned ¡®I can eat¡¯, which I didn¡¯t expect. He must be a genius! From the moment I was trapped in this room, I felt a sense of accomplishment because I had longed for the child to speak a word to me. ¡°Your voice is really pretty. I want to hear more. Are you going to speak to me a lot in the future, right?¡± I couldn¡¯t stop smiling, so I just laughed out loud, but the child stared blankly at me. ¡°Do not eat.¡± ¡°Yes!¡± ¡°Don¡¯t eat¡­¡± The child murmured over and over not to eat, and grabbed me by the hand and pulled me. Oh, I suddenly felt nauseous. Does he know my name as ¡®Don¡¯t eat¡¯? Oh, come to think of it, I haven¡¯t decided on my name yet.