I Raised The Beast Well

Chapter 1

Someone walked up to the blond man who was feeding a parrot, giving him a quick bow before shouting;

“Your Majesty! I have something very important to tell you.”

“…….”

The blond man let the parrot fly away and turned around to face his servant. He shook off the bits of birdseed left on his fingertips with an indifferent expression. The sunlight hit his beautiful face.

“The ring has been found!”

The man’s eyes lit up once he heard that word.

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“You useless little girl!”

The nosebleed wouldn’t stop. The voice that she was so accustomed to hearing was especially harsh today.
The child bit her lips and wiped her nose hastily with a dirty sleeve .

“You pitiful little bitch! I hired you out of plain generosity, the least you can do is do your job right!”

The girl clutched her shoulder, mocking the man under her breath.

“For heaven’s sake… You pay me two shillings a week. I’m the only person you could possibly hire.”, she muttered.

He raised his hand again. Blondina clenched her teeth and shut her eyes tightly.

She felt a blow to her head. The blood from her nose dripped down her chin and stained her filthy collar.

As the man raised his hand one more time, she decided to run. Run away from the inn and from that man as fast as her little legs would take her.

The child’s name was Blondina. She’d been working as a clerk at the inn  ever since her mother’s death.

The work wasn’t easy – her hands were swollen from her slow and tedious tasks. But it was the only option she had. For a young orphan like her, it was either this or being sold to some rich pedophile.

She let out a wheezing breath. Blondina didn’t stop until she reached the entrance of the village.

She held on to her necklace tightly, her mother’s voice ringing in her head.

“Blondina. This is a gift from your father. Always keep it with you.”

Her mother handed her a small pouch with a necklace in it.

Inside the worn little bag, along with the necklace, was a shiny ring. It was her sole reminder of a father she never got to know.

Her mother always told her that it was the only thing her father left behind, fleeing as soon as Blondina was born.

Tears started streaming down her face as she caught her breath, but she forced herself to hold them back.

I have pride. This can’t make me cry.

She felt the ring, safely in the pouch. She desperately wanted to protect her mother’s legacy. The necklace. But…

“Mom, I’m sorry. I can’t do this.”

This was it for her. She had to put her own survival before a ring given to her by a father that abandoned her and her mother.

Blondina started running through the winding streets of the village. She was going to sell the damn ring. Right now.

The jewelry store was at the end of a small alley.

The smell of perfume hit her nose as she pushed open the heavy wooden door. It smelled exactly like a place fancy ladies would visit.

Blondina’s heart was in her throat. She still couldn’t help but feel guilty for selling her mother’s legacy like this.

An old man holding a magnifying glass, the owner, stood behind the counter.
“What brings you here?”

“Good morning, mister.”

“Ah, I assume Nordi sent you to sell something again. He’s got to stop with his funny business if he doesn’t want his hands cut off.”

Nordi, the innkeeper, often asked Blondina to sell jewelry so he would have money for gambling.

Blondina slipped off the necklace and took the ring out of the pouch. The owner finally raised his head as the jewelry clanked against the glass countertop.

“I’m here to sell my own things today, mister.”

“Yours?”

“Yes. My mother left them to me…….”

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A/n:

Hi guys! First of all this is my first translated story. It's a korean novel and it would be glad if you spare some time to read it. 안녕~