�Come to think of it���

Seong-eum did not set a distance for the children.

�no way!�hey!�Eat this!�

Then a child came into the playground, picked up a handful of soil, and sprinkled it on the children.

�don�t do it!�Your clothes are getting dirty!�

�Eight!�Eight!�

Shirone frowned at the sight of her friends throwing dirt to the end even though they said they didn�t like it.

�Here again, Mrs. Jang�s son.�

�I thought you weren�t coming today.�But what are you doing taking the kids with you now?�

The wives whispered and mocked, but no one intervened to stop it.

Sirone guessed that the nobleman with the surname Jang had a higher rank than them.

�Stop it.�Don�t other friends hate it?�

Seong-eum politely scolded him, but the child who threw the soil looked at him with a mocking attitude.

�What is an aunt?�I come to the playground and play whatever I want.�

�Oh, lady?�

Seong-eum, who had an absurd expression on her face, put honey chestnuts on Mr. Jang�s son�s head.

�There is nothing I cannot say to a woman who has never been married.�

�ouch!�

Mr. Jang�s son, clutching his forehead, glared at the children hiding behind Seong-eum.

�Heh, that�s not funny.�

Even though they couldn�t speak because of their parents� class, it was impossible for the children to hide their hateful gaze.

Jang�s son walked to the corner of the playground and rolled a large stone aside.

The ants were teeming with them, and he, who had been looking at them with disgust and awe, began to step on them with his tiny feet.

�Eight!�die!�die!�

Seeing the child, Sirone was gripped by an indescribably unpleasant feeling.

Perhaps it was because he felt a strange affinity with what was happening in the world right now.

�stop!�

Sirone spoke, but the child�s eyes were already filled with mysterious madness.

�Because I�m quitting.�

When Sirone, who was worse off, shoved the child on the shoulder, he hit the butt with a thump. JrNovels.com