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The blasted war has ended. Three years from then, this countryside village seems to be pretty stable, too, but… This bear-like vagrant has barged into our restaurant and spouts nonsense. “I have come to repay the debt I have incurred to your father during the war.” But this guy doesn’t even know what his debt is. And my father died during the war, so I can’t even ask him what it was! When I tell him that it’s fine, and that he should leave, this wanderer goes– “How much do you want? I’ll follow whatever you say.” It’s money I don’t have, not pride! “Enough about money, pay with your body.” “….My body, or another’s body? Either way, I can provide–” “Go slice those onions!”

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I was driven out of my family for failing to awaken spirit abilities. While living in the underworld as an exile, I found a boy abandoned in the woods. I was alright with naming the amnesiac child ‘Edell’ and becoming his temporary guardian, but… “Well, I guess I have no choice but to kill you. You’ve seen my face, after all.” It turns out, the child I found was the evil villain who had been executed by the protagonists of the original work two years ago! I don’t know why he took on the appearance of a child, but— “Sister Ciella, don’t abandon me.” At the sight of Edell’s teary eyes and pitiful expression, I couldn’t bring myself to send him away or abandon him. He’s still a child. If I teach and discipline him well before he regains his memory, he’ll become a good kid, right? * * * A man with hair as black as the night sky and eyes as mysterious as amethysts wore a rueful expression. “Sister Ciella, I told you we’d get married when I grow up.” Ah, I shouldn’t call you Sister anymore, right? What should I call you from now on? He took my hand and pressed it against his cheek, a captivating smile appearing within his eyes. “Darling.” Both ecstasy and madness were contained within those gently curved purple eyes. “If you run away again, I’ll kill you.” At this rate, I’m about to be devoured by the villain I raised.

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