Let’s Tame The Crazy Heroine - Chapter 63

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Chapter 63

When I took her hand, Hazel seemed surprised for a moment, then soon nodded her head.

When Louis started counting numbers, the children scattered in all directions.

I went to hide in a corner of the narrow warehouse with Hazel.

Somehow Shamal ended up hiding with us too, making the warehouse feel a bit cramped.

We hid our bodies behind a pile of boxes.

Dim sunlight flowed in through a window in the corner of the warehouse.

I watched golden dust quietly dancing in the air, then looked down at Hazel.

Hazel’s expression was still not good.

“Hazel, do you have something on your mind?”

The child didn’t answer.

“Hazel, I heard that you’re going to be adopted soon.”

When I brought up the adoption topic, Hazel’s fingertips flinched. It seemed she was indeed troubled because of the adoption.

“Are you worried about your future adoptive parents?”

At my words, Hazel looked up at me.

“If that’s the case, would you tell me what you’re worried about? I’ll help you.”

When I spoke while holding her hand, Hazel hesitated for a moment, then carefully opened her mouth.

“The adoptive parents are good people.”

“Then why are you so troubled?”

“That’s…”

Hazel made a tearful face and then dropped her head.

“It’s because of my friends…”

“Huh? Because of your friends?”

“Yes…”

Could it be that the children were jealous of Hazel getting adopted and bullying her?

“Are your friends bullying you?”

“No. They’re so kind.”

Hazel immediately shook her head at my question. Then she continued with a gloomy expression.

“They’re too good, that’s the problem.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“I don’t want to be separated from my friends…”

Ah, so that was the reason.

For children at this age, friends can feel like everything in the world. Especially for someone like Hazel who has no family.

“If I get adopted, I won’t be able to see my friends anymore.”

Hazel said this and then coughed.

“And honestly, I don’t understand why the adoptive parents chose me.”

Hazel, who had been coughing lightly, soon dropped her head and spoke.

“I’m weak, and there are so many better kids than me. Why me specifically…”

Hazel seemed to have low self-esteem.

“I’m worried that I might have taken away other friends’ opportunities.”

She’s kind too.

“I don’t think you need to worry about that…”

I nodded at Shamal’s words and then reached out to pat Hazel’s head.

“Hazel, you didn’t steal other friends’ opportunities. You were chosen because you’re a child worthy of love.”

“What?”

When I spoke, Hazel opened her eyes wide and looked at me.

“I understand that your friends are good children. But that doesn’t mean you’re a worse child than them.”

“But I…”

“What’s wrong with having a weak body? Everyone has vulnerable parts.”

Hazel lowered her eyes as if lost in deep thought for a moment.

“Should I tell you about my weakness?”

“Your weakness, sister?”

“Yes. Actually, I don’t get along well with my family. So I’m always alone.”

Suddenly Shamal’s eyes contorted. Hearing about my weakness, he seemed to recall when I was beaten by my brother.

“But sister, you’re a noble.”

“Not all nobles grow up being loved.”

To commoners, especially children, nobles are objects of admiration.

Hazel blinked, surprised by the fact that even someone like me had weaknesses.

“Just because you have a weak body doesn’t mean you should be deprived of the chance to be happy.”

“But, but there are friends here who are much healthier than me…”

“Those friends will also find their own happiness someday. So you don’t need to sacrifice your happiness for them.”

I looked straight into Hazel’s eyes and spoke.

“From what I can see, Hazel, you’re a good child who truly cares for your friends, right? So you’re fully qualified to be happy.”

At my words, sparkling tears welled up in Hazel’s eyes.

“Really, really do you think so?”

“All children in the world deserve to be loved and raised. That includes you too, Hazel.”

When I answered with a smile, Hazel shed tears.

I quietly hugged Hazel. The child cried silently while held in my arms.

“And Hazel, even if you get adopted, you can always meet your friends again.”

“Really?”

“Of course. If your adoptive parents are truly good people, they’ll help you meet your friends anytime.”

Hazel let out a relieved breath.

“Hazel, you will definitely live being loved.”

At my blessing-like words, Hazel’s eyes sparkled.

“Sister, you’re just like a saint from fairy tales.”

“Huh? A saint?”

“Yes.”

Hazel nodded vigorously while looking up at me.

“You’re pretty, kind, and you blessed me saying I could be loved.”

It was more of a comforting remark than a blessing.

Hazel seemed to really see me as a saint, as she stayed in my arms with her eyes shining like stars while looking at me.

That’s when it happened.

“I was raised by a single mother. My mother didn’t like me very much. So I always tried to make her happy, but I failed. Mother hated me. She said if only I hadn’t existed, her life wouldn’t have been like this…”

Shamal, who had been quietly listening, suddenly spoke up.

“I was beaten every day. Every single day. Still, I loved my mother. She was my only family in the world. But mother eventually abandoned me.”

Shamal smiled with a sad expression.

“Not all family members are good people. But you will definitely be loved.”

“Will I really?”

“Mm-hmm, of course. I’m a mage, you know. You can trust my words.”

At Shamal’s words, Hazel’s expression brightened.

That’s when it happened.

Louis was looking down at Shamal with a pitying expression, having appeared at some point.

“Louis, no, Beatrice?”

“Kyaaah!”

Surprised by Louis’s sudden appearance, Hazel dove into my arms.

“How did you get here…”

“Did you think you wouldn’t get caught chatting away like that? And that guy is annoyingly big, so he’s completely visible outside the box.”

Louis said, pointing at Shamal with his finger.

I smiled awkwardly and came out of the warehouse holding Hazel.

Hazel seemed sleepy as she covered her mouth and yawned.

“Found them all.”

As Louis triumphantly raised his head, the children giggled and pulled at his hands, asking for another round.

“Now, it’s time for your afternoon nap.”

But with the orphanage director’s appearance, the hide-and-seek came to an end.

While the children napped, we were given some free time.

We followed the director’s guidance to the drawing room.

“I’ll bring out refreshments shortly. Please wait just a moment.”

We sat on the sofa and let out tired breaths.

The children didn’t tire easily. They’d probably recover once they woke up, so we needed to rest well until then.

As I exhaled tiredly, Louis looked at Shamal with a strange expression.

Shamal seemed to sense that gaze, his ear tips turning red as he glanced at Louis.

Could this possibly be a green light?

As I watched Shamal and Louis with an expectant expression, Louis let out a sigh.

Then, not long after the director brought out the refreshments and left, he pushed the plate of cookies toward Shamal.

“Eat.”

“Th-thank you, Beatrice…”

Shamal smiled shyly as he picked up a cookie. Louis watched him with what seemed like pity.

It must be because of what he heard earlier.

I was surprised too, after all. In the original work, Shamal’s setting of growing up abused under his single mother was only briefly described, not dealt with in detail.

Shamal kept glancing at Louis, and Louis looked at Shamal with a sympathetic expression for a while.

Then the director came in.

“The children will be waking up soon.”

We got up to prepare dinner for the children before they woke.

In the original work, Rene was set up as someone who had never cooked before. Beatrice was set up as someone who occasionally cooked when doing volunteer work at the orphanage.

So this time, I planned to stay as far away as possible.

Who knows? Maybe some romantic atmosphere would flow between Louis and Shamal while cooking.

We followed the director’s guidance to the kitchen.

As soon as Louis entered the kitchen, he picked up a well-sharpened knife and smiled.

It’s scary when you smile while holding a knife.

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