Chapter 63 - Emil’s Childhood (1/2)

“Where is this place?”

In her sleep, Emil’s consciousness gradually woke up.

She opened her eyes in a daze, but she was surprised to find that she was standing on a cliff.

In front of her, the sea breeze whistled, and the sound of the waves crashing against the rock wall below was clear.

She was jolted awake. Emil widened her eyes and looked around.

“Where is this place?”

She asked again, but she did not answer.

“I, am I not looking into the eyes of that strange scarecrow?”

Recalling the scene before she fell asleep, Emil’s expression was a little uneasy.

“Could it be that scarecrow brought me here?”

There was indeed something strange about that scarecrow.

Emil guessed uneasily, but she did not know that she had unintentionally guessed the correct answer.

With this thought in mind, Emil lowered her head and looked down at the bottomless abyss. She immediately retreated.

“Phew! Phew!”

She patted her chest and tried her best to calm herself down.

She began to observe her surroundings.

Her surroundings were barren. The sky was covered in dark clouds, and lightning streaked across from time to time.

There was no greenery. All that could be seen was the inky sea and pitch-black rocks.

Emil was certain that she had never been here before.

If she had been to such an impressive place once, she would never forget it.

As she was unconscious before she fell asleep, Emil did not realize that she had fallen asleep.

She subconsciously blamed everything on the little scarecrow doll that made her feel uneasy and afraid.

After observing it for a moment, she felt a little uneasy and did not know what to do.

Since there was no answer and the scarecrow that brought her here did not appear, she might also look around more.

Perhaps this would lead to something.

The most important thing now was to get out of here and return to the dormitory.

Just as she took a step, Emil suddenly found that her body had shrunk to the age of six or seven.

Her arm was so small and slender.

The bruises on his fair and tender arm were very eye-catching.

Some of them were almost colorless, while some looked as if they were new.

If an ordinary person really looked at it, they would be able to imagine what kind of torture this arm had gone through.

It made one’s heart filled with pity, and their love surged.

Emil stared at the bruises. Her expression was not too good, and those distant memories surfaced in her mind.

“What’s going on? Why did I become smaller? And this injury… could it be that the scarecrow did all this?”

Emil’s expression was uncertain. She did not know why the other party had brought her here.

But no matter what, the other party had done one thing, and that was that the other party had successfully provoked her.

She was in a horrible mood.

It is well known that most prodigies do not have a happy childhood.

Emil grew up in a violent family.

It was a depressing, damp, dark family.

Her father was a very violent man and would often beat and kick her mother.

At first, under her mother’s protection, Emil was not the object of abuse.

But the good times did not last long. His mother was beaten to death by his father. But, of course, this was not the case in the eyes of others.

Emil’s father was good at disguising himself. In front of others, he was a gentleman who loved his wife very much.