�Ah, sir!�What are you?�

Sirone, who has a Western appearance, could never become a nobleman in Jincheon.

�Even insignificant life is precious.�No, there is no such thing as a small creature in this world.�

�You are laughing.�On the subject that he is not even an aristocrat.�Do you know who I am?�

A light emanated from Sirone�s eyes, and the child froze in shock.

�Uh, uh���

It was Yahweh�s wrath that would have pierced the limbs of a demon.

�Baby, what�s going on?�

The wives� faces turned pale as a ferocious-looking woman walked by from afar.

�Mrs. Jang.�She�s in trouble.�

The child who saw the mother started to cry.

�mom!�This uncle����.�Aaaah!�

Mrs. Jang, holding a child in her arms, glared at Sirone sternly and shot at him.

�who are you?�Why are you bullying my child?�

�I was killing ants in the playground.�

�what?�ant?�

Mrs. Jang�s face turned into an absurd expression.

�You mean you made my son cry just for that reason?�And when you play, you can do that.�What does he know?�

�That is the problem.�

The really terrible thing is, you don�t know.

Sirone looked sadly at the crying child in her mother�s arms.

�When that child goes home���

A mother would massage the legs of her weary child, and a father would scoop rice into a spoon and put it in his mouth.

�no, I do not want.��Havitz said to the sky.

�I don�t want to go back.�

Who are you talking to?

Gustav 4th class looked back at each other and whispered.

�I do that sometimes.�Who do you think is in the sky?�

�It must be an illusion.�To be honest, neither Havitz nor we are sane people, are we?�

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