�Hey, I wonder if I can ask you this, but I�m really curious.�

Marsha leaned back in her chair and looked up at the ceiling.

�Whoa, I was nervous whenever you asked.�but sirone.�A woman�s three sizes are not heard with her ears, but imagined in her head.�

�no!�Not that!�Why did you steal the pottery?�

�huh?�

�I don�t think you are the kind of person to shoplift.�And saying that you don�t have money was a lie.�Why did he steal the pottery, which isn�t particularly useful?���.�

�Hmm.�

Marsha rested her chin and thought.

�I don�t know.�Should I just say that I wanted to steal it?�

�yes?�Can you?�

�It can be.�It�s called stealing.�Of course, it wasn�t like that from the beginning.�i was an orphan�My parents abandoned me when I was four years old.�A man from the mercenary group picked it up and raised it, and he became my adoptive father.�

Sirone�s heart trembled at the unexpected words.�Marsha, like herself, was abandoned by her own parents.

�But it was far from a comfortable life.�The Mercenary Corps is a place full of strange people.�When I was 11 years old, one of the savage mercenaries tried to get his hands on me.�Fortunately, my adoptive father found it first and beat it up.�

�of course.�Her daughter could have been through that.�Anybody would.�

�Huh, is that really so?

�yes?�

Marsha looked down at the bar with sad eyes.�For some reason, it felt like her eyes were getting wet.

�Every day I was given a piece of bread and a glass of water.�The adoptive father gave nothing but that.�Clothes, sweets, and toys.�In the end, you bred me.�That�s when I started stealing from others.�One day, I was caught stealing apples, but they obediently paid for it.�But as soon as I got home, he changed his mind and started beating me.�Say nothing, until I pass out.�

�It is too much.�If you can afford to pay for it, wouldn�t it be better if you bought it from the beginning?�And why didn�t you ask for one?�

�Because that was what my adoptive father wanted.�subservience to oneself.�All I could resist was stealing every day.�Of course, the day I got caught was beaten to death.�It was a terrible day.�Then, one day, they all gave up.�So I told my adoptive father this.�

Marsha supported her chin as if recalling that time.

�You can kill me.�

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Sirone was heartbroken.�How beaten could he be to say such words come out of the mouth of a child?

�Since that day, the words have become a kind of incantation.�Every time my adoptive father beat me, he said this.�you can kill me�Then the adoptive father stopped beating and left with an angry expression.�Whoops, I just lived like that.�When I was 12, when I was 13, until I left home when I was 17.�

�You�re the same age as me now.�

�Yes, I am old enough to open my eyes to the world.�Then one day, I finally realized the meaning of the actions my adoptive father had done to me.�No, maybe you already knew.�That�s why I didn�t ask for anything.�

Sirone could guess now.�Marsha�s adoptive father had a terrible idea that he should never have.

�Like a fool.�If you want to do it, I�d rather do it coolly.�If that was the case, I wouldn�t have gotten messy for 17 years.�In the end, he was a pathetic coward who could neither do this nor that.�Since then, I�ve been carrying a knife in my arms.�One day I saw the eyes of my adoptive father who was beating me.�Ugh, sorry I couldn�t see you.�So I just said it.�

Marsha spoke calmly with restrained emotions. JrNovels.com