Let’s Tame The Crazy Heroine - Chapter 62

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Chapter 62

Wondering what it was, I took Kaisis with me and approached the railing where people were crowding.

Silver bodies swimming through the blue sea—they were none other than a pod of dolphins.

When I lived in South Korea, I had seen the sea many times, but I had never seen dolphins before.

It was when I was watching the dolphins with my mouth agape.

Suddenly, a legend that remained in Rene’s memories flashed through my mind.

“Kai, do you know? They say that if you see dolphins, love will come true.”

It was the moment I turned to look at Kaisis with a bright smile.

He had disappeared.

I looked around in panic, but I couldn’t even see Kaisis’s shadow.

That was the last time I saw Kaisis.

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After the ship party ended and I returned to daily life, I managed to get by well enough without Kaisis. Of course, it felt a bit empty.

I was worried about what would happen if Louis, whose house arrest had ended while Kaisis was away, caused trouble again.

But whatever Count Sauver said to him, Louis now watched my mood carefully.

It served him right.

The Dragon Hunt Expedition that had left for the north to search for Kaisis returned to the capital without any significant results. Shamal came back with them too.

So today, I decided to meet Shamal together with Louis.

Since Shamal was shy around strangers, I pondered how to make the two of them meet comfortably, and decided that the three of us would go volunteer at an orphanage together.

In the original story, there was a scene where Shamal and Beatrice met while volunteering at an orphanage.

Most importantly, Shamal also liked children.

Of course, me going to the orphanage wasn’t in the original story, but to bring those two together, I had to accept that the world destruction gauge would rise to some extent.

When I checked the world destruction gauge, I could see it had risen to 76%.

But this much was fine.

We took a carriage to an orphanage near the capital.

The orphanage director and children had come out to greet us.

We got off the carriage and unloaded the snack bundles we had brought.

Then the children came running over with bright laughter.

“Now, you should greet the young ladies and the mage, shouldn’t you?”

At the director’s words, the children smiled and greeted us.

“Hello!”

“Hello there.”

Louis nodded his head and began distributing the snacks we had brought to the children.

Shamal and I also gave out snacks to the children one by one.

“Mister, are you really a mage?”

One child asked while looking at Shamal. Then all the children’s gazes turned to Shamal at once.

Shamal shyly nodded his head, seemingly embarrassed by the sudden attention.

“Wow, then can you show us magic?”

At one child’s request, Shamal summoned dolls with magic and made them move on their own.

The children’s pure exclamations and laughter echoed up into the clear sky.

When one doll approached a child and extended its hand, the child took the doll’s hand.

Soon a waltz melody began to play and the children started dancing while holding the dolls’ hands.

I asked Louis, who was watching the scene with satisfaction.

“Louis, do you like children?”

“I don’t particularly dislike them. In my previous life, kids were scared of me though…”

Well, since Louis was a thug in his previous life, it made sense that children would be afraid of him.

“What did you look like in your previous life, Louis?”

“Just looked like a thug, you know.”

“Did you have scars on your face too?”

“Yeah, I got cut with a knife once, so I had a long scar on my cheek.”

I tried to imagine Louis with a big knife scar on his cheek. He certainly would have looked scary.

Finally, the waltz ended and the children ran toward Shamal with bright laughter.

“Do it again! Again!”

Shamal’s face turned red as he instantly became a popular star.

I was watching the scene with satisfaction when I suddenly became depressed thinking it would have been nice if Kaisis had come too.

I didn’t know if Kaisis liked children. But if he had come along, it surely would have been enjoyable.

I quietly watched the children surrounding Shamal, lost in thought.

That’s when it happened.

Some of the children approached Louis. Then they asked with sparkling eyes.

“Sister, are you a mage too?”

“No, I’m not a mage, I’m a Sword Master.”

“What’s a Sword Master?”

When the children asked what a Sword Master was, Louis began explaining.

Then the boys who had been crowding around Shamal came running over to Louis all at once.

“Sister, are you really a Sword Master?”

“That’s right.”

“Wow, that’s so cool!”

“Teach us swordsmanship!”

Since they were boys, they seemed very interested in swords.

I watched Louis surrounded by children and then approached Shamal.

Shamal seemed fine now that some of the attention had shifted away from him, as he had regained his normal complexion.

“Beatrice really likes children.”

“Mm-hmm, she does.”

I was watching Louis with a satisfied smile when something seemed strange.

“I can’t teach you swordsmanship due to circumstances, but instead I’ll teach you something else important. Life is about striking first to win.”

“What’s striking first?”

“It means hitting first.”

Then Louis seriously began teaching them how to make a fist, and the children started copying him.

What on earth are you teaching the kids!

When I panicked and stopped Louis, he scratched his head and suggested hide-and-seek to the children.

Fortunately, this time it was a normal game.

The children clapped their hands with bright laughter saying they liked the idea, and since the courtyard wasn’t suitable for hide-and-seek, we decided to go inside the building.

As we were about to take the children inside the building, I suddenly noticed a girl sitting alone under a tree.

Why is that child alone?

When I approached, the child seemed to hear my footsteps and flinched before looking up at me.

“Hello.”

“Hello…”

At her timid greeting with her head bowed, I stood beside the child.

“Why are you alone?”

At my question, the child hesitated before carefully opening her lips.

“I’m just feeling a bit troubled.”

The child looked to be only about 8 years old.

But what could she be troubled about? Of course, even an 8-year-old could have life concerns.

No, more than that, how does an 8-year-old know the word “troubled”?

While I was tilting my head in confusion, the orphanage director approached us.

“Hazel, there you are.”

“Yes, Director.”

“You were here with the young lady too.”

“The child was alone, so…”

When I answered with a smile, the director asked the child how she would feel about playing hide-and-seek with Lady Lockwood.

The child fidgeted with her fingers for a moment, then said she understood and got up.

I watched the child’s retreating figure before asking the director.

“Is that child’s name Hazel?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“Does Hazel not get along well with the other children?”

“No, that’s not it.”

The director shook her head in response to my question.

“Until recently, she got along quite well with them, but she seems to be keeping her distance ever since the adoption was decided.”

“Adoption?”

“Yes, Hazel is scheduled to be adopted soon.”

So that’s why she said she was troubled?

I looked at Hazel’s retreating figure before asking the director.

“What kind of people are Hazel’s prospective adoptive parents?”

“They’re good people. They run a large shop in this area, but unfortunately they said they can’t have children of their own.”

“I see.”

Then what is there to be troubled about?

Could the adoptive parents have done something harmful to Hazel without the director knowing?

I didn’t trust those so-called parents.

Not in my previous life, and not in this life either. For me, family was mainly an existence filled with nothing but terrible memories.

Children were sometimes more perceptive than adults.

Hazel might have noticed something strange that the director hadn’t picked up on.

If Hazel needed an adult’s help.

Then I wanted to help her.

Because I knew better than anyone what kind of life a child who grew up being abused would lead.

I entered the building while hiding my troubled feelings. The children were gathered around Louis Sauver, laughing cheerfully.

After playing rock-paper-scissors for a while, Louis Sauver became “it.”

But Hazel still had a dark expression.

I was concerned about Hazel, so I approached her and said.

“Hazel, shall we hide together?”

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