Chapter 16

When I opened my eyes, half-hour has passed and I saw the familiar ceiling.

Where am I? Is it a dream?

Oh right, it's my room. The usual prison-like room like how that Sister Maid describes.

My mind feels muddled. And my eyes get puffy.

...Of course, it becomes puffy after how I cried before.

Someone also took away the wet towel on my head.

Is it that Sister Maid?

She moved away and put the towel to wet the half-dry towel into a water basin. She turned her back so she didn't know I had woken up.

Huft...I wish I will never have to meet her again. It's too embarrassing for me to see her again after what I said and do to her. And it's annoying if she was still crying like before.

I look at my hands and I realized that someone rubs the magic ointment on my wounds as I look at my hands.

The bruises are starting to disappear and I could feel my fingers again.

What a busybody. She should just do as I said and leave me alone. Why should she help someone like me? Did she feel guilty?

Knock, knock, knock.

Someone knocked on my door.

"Come in." I opened my eyes and said.

The Sister Maid was flustered and she seems to be a bit surprised because I have woken up. But I ignored her and looked at the door.

Someone opened the door.

"Have you calmed down? Don't get up. Why don't you tell me that you have a fever?" Brother Winslow came into my room with a bowl of warm soup while nagging.

'Eh!? Fever!!!' I was surprised because I never thought that I would get sick.

Is that why I feel like this? Is that why I have those nightmares?

Thinking about what happened these past few days, I remembered about how the older maid kept pouring water on me as if they were doing some exorcism.

What kind of sins did I do in my past life to be treated like this? Did I become something like an Evil God or something similar? Even a demon king reincarnation won't get this kind of treatment.

But before I completely understand about my condition, there's someone who is coming closer to me.

"I am sorry!" She said while bowing down in a perfect ninety degrees position.

As expected from a maid.

Did they need to learn it before they hired them? You won't cry like before, right?

Oops, I think I am running away because I just want to hide myself right now. But I will chase her out of this room if she cries again because my head still feels hurt.

"Did she do something terrible to you?" Brother Winslow asked while glaring at Sister Maid.

"No. She just helped me to bring all of these books to my room because she thinks I am stealing from this house and said that my room is like a prison room." I just tell him what happened in a short and simple explanation.

I feel I need to explain it as short as possible and I also answered truthfully because I was scared by the menacing aura that came from brother Winslow.

Why did I seem to see a devil mask in my past life behind him? Is this also caused by my fever?

"Then why did you cry like before?" He turned his head and looked at me with a smile.

But his smiles give me chills to my back as his smile never reaches his eyes.

This must be an illusion caused by my fever, right? He is scarier than the Heroine or the mysterious hand in my nightmare.

"That's because she helps me...and I just want her to stop helping me. I also want Brother Winslow to stop giving me more helps. I don't want you to get hurt because of me..." I just dropped my head because I didn't dare to see their expressions.

I know that I'm weak and need to get help from the others. But I can't let them into trouble because they are helping me. And I already know or predict about what will happen if they keep helping me.

The more I think about 'I'm just a weak two years old child' and the fact that 'I need to leave this place before they try to use me as their political tools' make I tremble from the fear that everything will go like the game plot supposed to be and everyone who helps me might get killed because of me.

I am just someone who wants to live peacefully and happily with my mom.

Is it a sin for me to try to survive?

Is it too greedy for me to hope for the happiness of those who care about me?

Why is it so hard?

And the words of Renneshia in my dream keep bugging me.

"I see. As expected of a two-year-old child. Why do you care about us?" Brother Winslow said calmly.

Hearing his words, I raised my head and looked at him.

He has a serious face and he looked straight into my eyes.

"Why don't I care about you? I am not some ungrateful bastard that doesn't know how to repay others' kindness." I don't know why but his words make me feel angry.

Even a dog won't bite the hand that feeds them, right?

"But as you care about us, we also care about you." He said while chuckling.

"..." I don't know what to say.

But I understand what he means. Just like how I care about them, they also care about me.

Right, there's always more than one correct answer in this life.

Why did I keep rushing it?

Why did I push the two years old Renneshia with my plans?

I am a two-year-old Renneshia right now, not the adult l used to be.

Why do I forget about it?

I feel like I understand but I keep denying it. Or maybe I am just too scared about the horrible future that Renneshia will experience.

I just experience death in my past life, that's why it horrified me when I think that Renneshia will die in the future.

His words make me regain my calm and composure...Although it feels like being slapped on my face.

"That's right my lady, you should also think about our feelings. And I'm really sorry for saying something like that without even knowing your condition." The Sister Maid said with a troubled expression.

"Right, you should learn how you speak to others. How can you make my lady cry like that!" Brother Winslow teases her.

As I saw him smirking at her dejected face,

"You're talking like that when you also almost made me cry this morning," I grumble at him.

"Little girl like you just need to eat well, sleep well and play well." He said that ignoring my words while giving me my lunch.

I just took it and eat silently. After witnessing how scary he could be, I make a mental note to not make him angry at me.

"So, who are you?" After seeing that I eat the food, Brother Winslow asked Sister Maid.

"Oh, right! I haven't introduced myself. My name is Ancelina Terra. I'm still training to become a maid in this mansion. I choose this job to help my family. I'm sorry for my previous behaviour but when I look at my lady, it reminds me of my younger brother." Ancelina shyly said.

"...Did I look like a boy?" I look at Brother Winslow and ask.

"Eh! I didn't mean it that way! I mean you remind me of my five years old brother. I have to raise him because my mother get sick and my father just died in an accident last year. I decided to become a maid because it has the highest salary." She said it proudly.

"Can you tell me about your mother's sickness?" I became interested in her mother's sickness because maybe I will able to find some way to heal her with my previous life bits of knowledge.

"My mother started to get weaker not too long after my father died. I remembered she also eat less than before, she also had difficulty sleeping. I have tried to get her a doctor and healers but they are unable to heal her. I don't know what to do to heal her and I still need to raise my brother." She said it with a sad face.

From what she is telling me, I think her mother was sick because of 'Grief and Loss' I remembered I have heard about something similar in my previous life. I remembered because of how romantic the story is.

At that time I was listening to my friend's grandma who just lost her husband. When I first met her, she was so weak and unable to walk by herself.

She told me about how her husband still worried about her and called her from the hospital just to remind her to take care of her health and remind her to eat her medicines because he was afraid that she will get sick.

She told me how much her husband care about her and loved her.

I think it's really romantic. About how deeply her husband loves and cares about her. Even when he is on his deathbed, he still cares about his wife's health.

But he died from his sickness.

And that's why her grief and loss feelings became a sickness that effecting her physical and mental health.

I remembered what I said to my friend's grandma.

"I know a way to cure your mother," I said it with confidence.