𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐀𝐬 𝐀 𝐌𝐨𝐛 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫

➳❥ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐱

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It's settled. Until she reaches the happy end, the plan is to enthusiastically and quietly watch over the heroine, Relleru, from the shadows.

"Are you all right?"

"Eh? What?"

It seems I have been worrying the servants. At first I did not know what exactly they were worried about since I, myself, appear to be a mature and cold child, a guise of which I intend to maintain.

However, there happened to be a mirror in the vicinity. There I found the source of the cause of worry amongst the servants.

Reflected in the mirror was a child giggling "Tehehe", which was not at all strange, if not for the fact that the smile was rather quite vulgar.

...This is pretty bad. It was like a ero oyaji watching a porn video.

Upon my sudden realization, I quickly caught myself and started clearing my throat. Though I may be a charming little genius of five years old with squishable cheeks, there are still those that would take into consideration my obscene expression and question it.

I, on the other hand, think that there is nothing indecent about me. All I'm hoping for is Relleru and Ricardo-sama's happy end.

Since it's just hiding and watching, that's why the ~kya! scene where they *beep* and *beep* cannot go unwatched. Right?

After excusing myself from this one person, a servant sent by my father had come looking for me. This is bad, this is really bad.

Today is my birthday party. As expected, it's pretty bad if the guest of honor leaves her seat for too long. I wonder how long it's been since I've been here at the mansion's entrance way?

Because I had been walking around carelessly, I did not notice. I take the servant's hand and begin walking back to where father is.

A loud voice was raised; there was someone speaking in a rough tone. Then the sound of water.

What is it I wonder? I'm kind of curious, so I did not mind that the servant had stopped and looked outside.

On the street, a child in tattered clothes was on the ground in a puddle of water. It was a boy slightly smaller than me, perhaps five years old.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

At the sudden high-pitched voice of a child, the soldiers at the gate were startled and promptly turned around.

"I'm very sorry! I will drive him away immediately!"

On this wondrous day of my birthday celebration, my eyes were tainted with the sight of a filthy looking kid and I inwardly apologized for having been so fortunate.

That's wrong, that's wrong. That's not it. With the declining birthrate in Japan, benefits for children has been carried out as a social policy and the concept of children being treasures has been imbued in our minds. However, there are still often stories about child abuse.

In my former life, while reading the news on Twitter, I'd be upset while thinking about how someone can do such a terrible thing, but that was the extent of it.

But now...

The impact of seeing it in real life leaves a greater impression on me.

This boy was younger than me, but his body was full of bruises and his limbs were merely skin and bone. It was painful to look at. The eyes hidden behind the locks of hair looked dead.