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"How did I get into this situation?" Flare asked himself as he badly wanted to cry.

He was laying on the bed. But he did not feel the usual comfort when he lay there at all.

On the contrary, he felt like he was in hell, being tortured for the most serious crimes one could ever commit.

Otherwise, why would he have to lay on the bed beside the woman named Estella whose stench he couldn't bear at all?

But his torture did not end with that. In addition to the fact that he had to breathe in the stench of that woman, he also had to allow her daughter to hold his tail. 'Ahh my poor tail. Leave it alone already!!!'

He would have ran away long ago if he did not consider the fact that she was just a small baby who wanted to drink milk only after holding his poor tail.

For the sake of a small baby, Flare had no other choice but to sacrifice his tail. 'But why does she have to squeeze it so hard? It hurts, alright?!!'