Chapter 13 (2/2)

The child bit his mouth. After all, he doesn’t like being hit.

After wiping his face, Lilian exclaimed without knowing it.

The boy is so…pretty.

Although he was matted and covered with dust, the black hair must have been naturally shiny and the beautiful golden eyes. She had never seen such eye color before, and she had never seen such a pretty boy as well.

No, he is the prettiest of all things she has seen in her life. More than her mom, Denise. Even after being beaten, if he’s still pretty like this, he must be prettier when he’s not wounded.

“You keep staring unpleasantly.”

Though his tone wasn’t as beautiful as his face.

“All pretty things have thorns…”

“What nonsense…”

Lilian stuffed the bread she had snuck from the kitchen into his mouth. If he has to close his mouth to be pretty, she’ll make it that way.

The boy who frowned at her looked like he wanted to swear, but he was starving so he ate the bread in his mouth.

“…What is this bread?”

“You don’t know what this is? It’s hordui.”

“…What is that?”

Lilian frowned. She guesses he is more treasured than expected.

He had never eaten hordui bread in his life? The only bread that commoners can eat is hordui, a bread that was made with barely any dough.

“It’s my first time trying this bread. What kind of bread is this? It’s dry.”

Somehow, the unlucky boy had an appetite even though he was complaining that it was tasteless. He’s eating so fast it contradicts what he is saying.

“What’s your name?”

“You don’t have to know my name.”

“If you tell me, I’ll give you another bread.”

If he hadn’t eaten or tasted it at all, he might be able to endure it, but it is difficult to resist when he already tasted it. No matter how great a family is, both rich and poor, feel hunger.

And Lilian knew this better than anyone.

“You think I’m a dog!”

But it wasn’t easy with this guy.

“Okay, so I’ll call you kid.”

“Don’t call me anything! Why are you calling me!”

“I have jam, but do you know pinata jam? Have you tried this? You must not know what it tastes like? It’s really difficult to explain but it’s very delicious.”

“Ka… Kal”

Of course, it was a child who was hungry and beaten. The boy didn’t give a full answer, but he couldn’t have eaten pinata jam. So what kind of jam do rich kids eat?

Lilian, who had been thinking alone, put the bread covered with jam in his mouth with a happy face.

“Why do you do this? Are you going to save me?”

Kal asked. Lilian couldn’t answer.

“Look at you. Then, don’t pretend to be a good person and get lost. You’re equally bad.”

“You have a lot of breadcrumbs in your mouth. I guess it was delicious. But you pretend it’s not tasteful… Why are you so shy?”

“You…!”

Kal’s red face was pretty bright, so Lilian laughed out loud. Lilian gave all of the bread she had to Kal. Of course, his hands were tied so she had to put it in Kal’s mouth.

Lilian, who was eagerly observing the dirty Kal, asked again.

“How old are you?”

“…Thirteen. You?”

He was one year older than her.

Lilian, who knows how strange boys act even one year apart, decided not to tell him her age. So, she decided not to tell the truth.

“Me? I’m fourteen.”

“Lies. You don’t seem to have one more hair than I do.”

Without a reply, Lilian took her ointment and applied it to Kal’s mouth. He groaned in pain. After applying the ointment, Lilian worked hard to put some dust onto Kal’s hard-cut face.

“What are you doing!”

“If they find out I’m being nice to you, I die too.”

“It was good what you gave me some bread. But don’t do it! Clean it up and dirty it again, are you crazy?”

Yes. Lilian pondered for a moment. Why was she doing this for him?

However, unlike his harsh words, there was fear in Kal’s eyes. She knew those eyes.

It wasn’t much different from Lilian’s eyes as she was desperately looking for money.

“Then I’m going.”

“Get lost quickly.”

As if swearing, the boy said while clenching.

Lilian got up without any regrets, and she turned back. She started walking towards the door. She took the first step, second step, and the third step. Lilian walked counting the steps. Fourteen steps.

“Don’t go!”

Lilian turned around to where the sound was from. Kal cried out again.

“Don’t leave me alone.”

A sad cry was heard. Even if you are a pretty and precious child, there’s nothing you can do when you’re standing in front of fear. He looked no different from her.

It was inevitable.

Lilian approached Kal and squatted next to him. Only then he began to feel like his tension was slowly relieved.