"No, Ellie. It's just a cold.

You won't get sick after

being sick for only a week."
Then I'll go back to running around the house in a
hurry, exhausting Grace and waking her up early
to eat bread. Then you'll have a nice smile that will
make all that tiredness go away.
"Ellie is not going to heaven."
I can't go Grace hugged the child lying limp on the
bed.
"But... then..."
The helpless child looked into her eyes, hesitated,
and then asked.
"How are you going to see Dad?"
The child brought up the father he thought he had
forgotten.
"Dad, are you going to heaven again? But, Coke, Ellie
gave me a picture..."
I understand why you asked how to get to heaven.
The boy knew the father was dead. Is that why you
haven't talked about your dad yet? Then maybe I
thought that since I was sick, I could go see my
dad now.
"Dad never went back to heaven. I kept the promise I
made with Ellie."
your dad is alive
"Then why don't you come to see Ellie? Coke, is it
because Ellie's too greedy? So, uh, Ellie's going to
cool down now?
"No, Dad says he loves Ellie very much."
painfully.
I love you too I love you enough to put up with a man
I don't want if you want me to.
"Ellie, do you want to see Dad?"
As soon as I asked, Ellie nodded.
"Mom will bring Dad."
Heh, the boy laughed. He even let go after not letting
go all day.
"Black..."
It wasn't until she was out the door that Grace let the
tears she had been holding back escape.
Now I understand why the boy looked out the
window every day. Why did he stop doing what he
was doing?
doing and not taking his eyes off every time a black
sedan drove by?
The child was waiting for the father.
I can understand why he said he didn't see anything
when asked what he was looking at.
I can't see my father
"Hey, sorry..."
She ran down the stairs and cried.
Grace was guilty of lightening the weight of a child's
heart. Just like when she was a child and an adult.
After returning from Abington Beach, many things
would have been different if someone had listened to
her story. But she had no adults she could trust.
Ellie must have needed someone to listen to her.
He promised to be a reliable adult only for his
daughter, but in the end, he was just an ugly adult.
"Ellie, it was a dream. You had a nightmare.
I was relieved to have avoided becoming a blood-
obsessed monster like that man by dealing with
things that didn't exist. In fact, I
I had taught my son my bad habit of always running
away from problems that were too much for me.
To think that even you put brainwashing on your
wounds. Knowing full well what would happen if the
wound didn't heal and just festered until it burst.
In times of peace, it was easy to imitate the role of a
'good mother' that she had never played before.
However, when a crisis comes, the true face is
revealed.
While the mother stopped at some point in her
childhood and did not grow up at all and just walked
in place, the child grew up alone.
I thought he was fooling me with the word dream.
The clever child only pretended to be deceived by
his mother's warning. I endured my desire to see my
father, and only after I became ill did I finally reveal
it as if I were opening a festering wound.
Ellie wants to see you.
Grace repeated what she was going to tell the man
and opened the door to the second floor of the
building. The tavern across the street was still lit up.
It was the
moment at that I leftfrom building,
wiping away the tears that clouded my
eyes.
applaud.
The sound of the revolver's hammer being pulled
echoed in my ears.
"Long time no see, renegade."
There is no way to resist in a situation where the
hammer is pulled and the gun presses on the head.
The place where he was tied up and dragged like a
load in the box of an old farm truck was the
basement of an abandoned farmhouse.
Grace watched the three men who had led me to the
old bed in the corner with alert, sharp eyes as if they
were on a rabbit hunt.
It was the first time I had encountered the skinny
young man leaning against the wall, but his clothes
looked familiar. I thought he was a guest who came
upstairs during the day yesterday, but I thought he
was actually a rebel who came to check his location.
"Fresh..."
Grace's gaze shifted to the far corner of the basement
where the coughing noises were coming from. The
middle-aged man sitting in the chair was old.
Roberto 'Bobby' Fisher.
Uncle Bobby was still on his side.
He was the same person who had warned his
brother of what was to come, telling him not to come
back before Grace discovered she was a spy. The
guy clearly knew the dirty work the rebels were
doing. So I vaguely thought he had already turned
his back on them, but I was terribly mistaken.
An even more startling figure stared at Grace in the
dim light.
Damn Nancy Wilkins.
I read an article about that terrible human being who
survived a gunshot and escaped. Nancy, the only one
of the three whose identity was exposed, was also
able to see the search flyers without hesitation.
Maybe that's why they waited until late at night
when there were few people around and got
mugged?
They overpowered Grace in the driveway, dragged
her home, threw her old gym bag in and ordered her
to pack.
Where the hell are you taking me and what are you
going to pack?
Along with the anxiety came relief. Do you need
luggage? It didn't mean I didn't intend to kill him
right away.
But, Ellie...
"Mom..."
Ellie's voice calling her name was hoarse. Grace
hugged Ellie even tighter as she looked around with
anxious eyes so she couldn't see anything.
"You're fine."
"Ellie, Coke, go home..."
The child could not even finish saying that he
wanted to go home and began to cry silently. I felt the
atmosphere was unusual. It was to the point of
feeling sorry for the child who suffered from
meeting the wrong parents.
"Ellie, I'm sorry. Mommy is sleeping because I'm
going to talk to a friend for a while."
Grace calmed Ellie with a whisper and began to act so
that the child would not be disturbed.
"long time no see."
It was a calm tone, pretending that Nancy was really
a friend. Of course, Nancy, who had no intention of
matching hands and feet out of consideration for her
son, snorted as if puzzled.
"Tell me what you want."
Mercy and begging don't work. But the deal could
work. All Grace could do was give Nancy what she
wanted and get her to the hospital as soon as the sun
came up.
"Does that mean you have the ability to listen to
whatever I want?"
Nancy, who was standing with her arms crossed,
stepped forward and giggled as she pushed the dirty
renegade's chin into her muzzle.
"It's like the vampires in Camden can handle them
like dogs with these jaws. So, you were a traitor
from the start."
Nancy remembered the last time she saw Grace at
the Winsford post office.
"I'm not Winston's spy!"
He flew into a rage, claiming he was a revolutionary
soldier, and sold his base to the military within a few
days. But for some reason, flyers looking for Grace
soon started popping up here and there.
"Isn't it common sense for a traitor to join the army if
you sell out your comrades? But when I heard he had
escaped, I wondered what the hell he was doing."
It was confusing. Wasn't he completely on their side?
Then it became clear at the moment when the
madwoman walked into the trap, next to the enemy,
holding the child's hand.
After all, he was on Winston's side through and
through.
While the renegade lived luxuriously in the arms of
her enemies, Nancy moved from country to country
with her comrades. Then, the place where I finally
settled was a circus troupe.
Since it was a nomadic life, it was good to avoid
being chased by the military. Also, the circus troupe
is a hotbed of bad people, so even if you hide your
past, you won't arouse suspicion.
So I was staying in the city where the premiere of the
revolting film about the Christmas Eve massacre was
taking place. However, the assassination attempt was
unexpectedly discovered and foiled. It was a time
when even his comrades were killed and he was
trying to escape.
"We decided to do a performance on Christmas Eve.
There are only three spectators. look at this one He's
very rich!"
The circus leader bragged in front of the members
about the money he received as a down payment for
the performance. I added that I would give up the
day off because I would be giving up a large portion
of the membership.
Just in time, they needed escape funds.
Get the money and let's go. I thought so, but the
name of the reserve was....
Stanley Pierce.
He was assistant to the Earl of Winston. It was the
name of an important figure that Nancy, who was in
charge of the Winsford area, could not have
forgotten.
On the third cycle of the day my comrades died, the
enemy enters my front yard with his own feet.
This is God's will.
Nancy started a sharpen her sword of
revenge again.
Mind you, that Leon Winston is a circus on
Christmas Eve. I thought it was strange.
The doubt was resolved as soon as the other two
spectators revealed their identities.
"I thought it was an opportunity given by God to
Dealing with everything at once. Terrible things."
Nancy said that and changed her gaze from looking
at Grace to the little girl in her arms. It meant that
she also intended to kill innocent Eli.
It is you who does not die even if it is terrible.
Grace patted the girl's back even faster so Nancy
couldn't see that her hands were beginning to shake
with anger and fear.
"To laugh shamelessly and enjoy the day comrades
died. You must have laughed like that while
watching your comrades being slaughtered.
comrade. comrade. you are funny A sheep with great
comradeship. I only sell the cause and comrades to
avenge my family.
Grace wanted to pour as much as she used to, but
had to hold off for Ellie's sake.
"Nancy, you are misunderstanding. I was being
captivated by that man.
She put a hat over the child's head and covered her
ears. Ellie was too young to recognize the lies she
was telling for a living.
"You saw with your own eyes that day I abandoned
Winston and ran away. Can't you tell when you see
them running away and hiding in the slums?
"Don't be ridiculous. The day I was shot, I kicked my
gun and I saved that demon".
"don't forget. I was the one who saved your life by
telling you
that Anga was captured by the military".
You shouldn't have done that. You should have at
least shot y killed a Nancy before from
fleeing from
What is this humble conscience? What is the
resolution not to kill people now?
From Ellie, whose fever won't go down, to the man
who has been waiting for her call all night. Their
lives were at stake because of a mistake he had made
in the past.
The sun may rise soon.
It was a windowless basement, so I couldn't tell what
time it was.
"What the hell do you want?"
Desperate, Grace asked repeatedly
the purpose of the kidnapping.
"Are you going to take us hostage and get what you
want from that man?"
Please do so. To do so, you would have no choice but
to tell him our news.
There were two messages Grace wanted to convey
through Nancy as her messenger.
I didn't abandon you, so please don't do anything
extreme. Ellie is here, please save her.
However, Nancy did not easily fall in love with
Grace's induction.
"Is there anything I can do to call the military to my
front yard?"
"Then I'll do anything, I'll just send the child to the
hospital."
"Whatever it is? Then I'll set a trap far away from
here, so why don't you cut off his head and bring it to
me?
"What?"
Grace snorted to hide her embarrassment.
"Are you are you asking me that
walk on a
Should it be my neck that is cut?
"Grace Riddle's dog will bite his master's neck."
"Nancy, how about this?"
Grace threw out a cement bait.
"Your father is still alive."
No, I don't. I had never seen an article about his
execution, so I just glossed over it. However, Nancy
didn't refute whether he got it right.
"Why don't you make a deal with the man to
release it? You already have two bargaining
chips. Nancy had just said this.
"Grace Riddle's dog will bite his master's neck."
He seemed to believe that what the man wanted most
was Grace. So, his prediction was that of the two
cards to be played in the negotiations, Grace, the
more important one, would stay here, and only the
less important girl would be sent as bait to open the
negotiations.
"I will actively cooperate, so if things go well, forget
the remnants of the past and let me go."
I pretended to be sincere, but in reality, it didn't
matter if they let me go or not. All it did was put up a
smokescreen so Nancy wouldn't realize it was a ruse
to get Ellie out of here.
"Your father killed Winston's father, so you figured
the man wouldn't kill him nicely, right?"
It works. Nancy's face, which had been looking
ridiculous the whole time, hardened. That wasn't
enough, so they crossed their arms and
remained in front of their eyes, showing signs of
conflict.
After thinking for a moment, Nancy paused and
smiled.
"I heard those rumors of an old comrade being
released. You say you'll keep my father alive until
I'm caught? So what, I'm not in a hurry?
damn it Nancy was not stupid like my brother. what
is your purpose?
Grace held her breath and held the child tightly in
her arms as she glared at me.
I ejaculated as soon as the sun came up. Please send
the child to the hospital. Leave me here and take
only the child to come.
However, no matter how much he begged, the three
would not listen. Uncle Bobby only gave me a
pitcher of ice water and a towel.
Her fever was down from the night before, but her
cough and body aches had worsened. Ellie groaned.
"My mom's friend is everywhere. don't play."
Grace lay down on the bed and patted Ellie. In my
head, all sorts of strategies built up and then
collapsed again and again. Hope and despair
intersect.
"If you can't go, find out where there are a lot of
immigrants in a big city."
To think that what Nancy said three years ago,
firmly believing she was on the same side, would
come back to haunt her. As soon as Nancy healed
from her gunshot wound, he sought her out in the
immigrant districts of the big city. What the young man
bragged about crossed my mind.
Grace swallowed back tears.
Not Nancy or Uncle Bobby. They were all people
Grace had saved.
Why?
At that point, I looked back at the obvious choice
and regretted it.
As soon as the man awoke from his coma, he should
have gone to Winsford. If he had gone into hiding
in Winston's latrine, which had never been attacked,
Ellie would not have gotten sick in an old bed in a
musty basement.
Grace went back in time and regretted and even
blamed the decisions she had made before Ellie was
born.
You were curious about my plan.
I should have taken her hand the day she first hinted
at her plans to run away abroad by putting on my
engagement ring.
It was a moment when she kept thinking she was in
awe that day, even though she knew full well she
couldn't hold his hand.
The crash came to an abrupt halt when I heard
footsteps coming down the stairs outside the tightly
closed door.
Who is it?
"Fresco..."
A cough was heard. He was referring to Uncle Bobby.
Grace, slightly relieved that it wasn't Nancy, stood up
when the door opened.
"How is the child?"
Grace shook her head and the old man held out two
crumpled paper bags. On one side was bread and a
bottle of milk, and on the other was menthol
ointment and cold syrup, good for suppressing
coughs.
The boy said he had a sore throat and couldn't pass
bread well, so he only drank a few sips of milk. He
was afraid that even that would make him throw up.
Fortunately, Ellie fell asleep shortly after drinking
the cold syrup.
It was painful to hear the hissing sound. While
rubbing the girl's chest with menthol ointment to
ease her breathing, Grace inadvertently rubbed her
tired eyes.
It stung my eyes. The moment the tears welled up,
the tears accumulated inside burst like a dam.
"Black..."
The man who had been sitting and watching from
afar sighed and left. He returned a moment later,
holding a steaming teapot and cup in his hands.
"thank you."
Grace was in a position to thank the person who
kidnapped me. The old man sat back in the chair in
the corner of the basement and murmured with his
eyes fixed on the sleeping Ellie.
"At this time of year, colds used to circulate among
the children in the village. After my daughter got
sick, I remember how Hattie suffered quite a bit
because of you."
When his mother was out for surgery, the women in
the neighborhood took turns caring for Grace and her
brother. He also recalled being indebted to his wife,
Aunt Hattie.
However, as Grace recalls, Uncle and Aunt Hattie
had no children.
The uncle looked at the two of them without leaving.
He didn't feel like surveillance. At least among the
three of us, Mr. Bobby is affectionate, so I thought
we should talk.
Grace opened Ellie's nightgown, who was sleeping
soundly, handed her the muffins, and sat down at the
table in the middle of the basement. It was a place to
meet Uncle.
"Isn't Aunt Hattie with you?"
"I've been living in the hospital for a while now."
I don't know why, but Aunt Hattie suffered from
mania in the winter, although she was perfectly fine.
Grace knew he was in and out of mental hospitals
because of it.
"I have nowhere to go even after they give me.
high..."
I could say it without asking why. Because I lost my
house to Grace.
"Well, for Hattie, the loon's den would be more
paradise than that cursed town."
The old man looked at Grace's face and added.
"I go to see his face every Sunday and he has a better
build than I do. To the point where I thought it
would be easier if I went crazy."
The old man laughed softly, but Grace could not.
"I'm not blaming you, so please don't misunderstand
me. In a way, I lived because you brought the army
on the day I was out of town.
to visit Hattie in the hospital, so I have nothing to
complain about after all.
The old man who was watching her expression let out
a long sigh.
"Grace, I heard that Little Jimmy and the officers
ordered you to kill yourself."
The old man approached, sat down and lowered his
voice.
"It's not that I can't understand why you brought the
enemy to the village, but I feel bad. If you had left
when I warned you, this wouldn't have happened.
-That's the way it's supposed to be," said the old
man, then looked at the child sleeping behind Grace.
"Nancy only sees what I want to see because she's
vindictive, but I know you're not on the devil's side. I
saw it with my own eyes in her torture chamber."
He meant that Grace remembered trying to defend
her allies from the man.
"I also know that I'm not going to give birth and
raise your child because I like you."
The guy lowered his voice even more, as if he was
worried that Ellie might hear him.
"You must also have been brutally beaten by that
demon. But, should I say you're awesome or pitiful
for raising a kid that looks like him. . Sometimes I
just see Winston's face in the paper and I can't
breathe because I remember that time, great..."
He began a paroxysmal cough. In memory of Grace,
before his arrest, Uncle Bobby was not in the habit
of coughing. It seemed to be a disease acquired after
being subjected to water torture by the man.
Every time I feel intensely that a man who is weaker
than anyone else in front of me is a demon who
makes others tremble, and then every time I think
about why he had to become a demon, I feel guilty
for all my feelings toward that man.
"But how do you feel about having to see that face
every day? Nancy, who has never experienced that
demon and has no children, won't know that feeling."
As I listened to Uncle's words of sympathy, my
doubts grew even more. The uncle was not a leader,
but he was a man who had devoted much
time to the revolution. It was clear that he knew the
dirty secret of Blanchard's rebels and was
disappointed, because he had warned Grace to leave.
So why are you still a rebel, "sir."
"huh?"
"So why are you helping Nancy?"
Uncle laughed bitterly at Grace's sharp question.
"I need Hattie's hospital bills." "ah..."
"At first, Jimmy gave it to me, but he can't now. My
old body can't afford that money. I never thought
that being in a hurry to tell me he'd send me to a
good hospital would eventually stop me."
The old man let out a weak laugh and let out a long
sigh.
"There can be no such thing as a noble cause. I am
helpless and cowardly, so I have no revenge."
The old man coughed for a moment, then spoke
again.
"I tell you to leave and you wonder why I'm stepping
in this filthy mud. Grace, I'm not a perfectly clean
person either. When you realize you've taken the
wrong path, you've come too far."
"It's never too late to turn in the right direction, sir."
It was embarrassing for me to say this, after having
said the same thing to that man as I did to Uncle
Bobby, but I couldn't help it.
"There's still a way to get cleaned out of your
sins and live in peace with Hattie".
The old man raised an eyebrow. It was proof that he
was interested in such a life. Grace lowered her
voice, listening to the noise from upstairs.
"Take Ellie in secret from the others. If you take
them to Winston, he'll forgive you and Aunt Hattie,
and give you a new identity and money. I bet you."
But the old man's expression, which had been
trembling a while ago, hardened. He looked at Grace
with pitiful eyes and asked.
"Do you love the devil's child more than your life?"
If I disappear with Ellie, the other two and the rest of
Grace are dead, then why did they do that?
He is not the devil's son, he is my son.
I had to refrain from honest words that no one would
understand.
"The child is innocent. why should I be sacrificed for
the work of adults?"
"I know how you feel, but I don't want to get
involved with him in any way."
The old man sat up on the table. Grace asked him
urgently as he was about to leave.
"Why the hell did Nancy find me?"
What is the purpose of holding us back? I had hoped
there was a complex purpose, not simple revenge. If
there was only revenge, there was no room for
negotiation.
The old man looked at Grace with pitiful eyes and
then walked away, leaving only an unexpected
appointment.
"I will keep Nancy from hurting you and the child."
Nancy only thinks of taking revenge on you and your
son.
It was an ambiguous response. Grace was devastated.

***

Uncle Bobby kept his promise. Nancy tried to fool

around with Grace every four days, but thanks to
Uncle she had not been hurt so far.
But on Sunday, when I was out to visit Aunt Hattie,
what I had feared finally happened.
When she heard the footsteps of two people
coming down into the basement, Grace quickly put
a mask on Ellie, made from a brown paper bag with
holes for the eyes and mouth.
The boy thought it was a game of masks, but in
reality, they covered his face because they were
afraid of
impulsively hurt the boy when he saw a face that
resembled the man.
"get out."
The door burst open and, sure enough, a young man
and Nancy burst into the basement.
"Leave the child."
"Ellie, play by yourself for a while."
Grace was relieved and kissed Ellie on the forehead. Ellie
looked at the two people standing in front of the door
and nodded without hesitation.
"I'll be back soon."
She followed them with her own feet so that the boy
would not be frightened. After leaving Ellie's eyes,
he was dragged away because he could not fight
with his bare hands against those with guns and
daggers.
Grace was dragged into the second floor bathroom
and placed in a chair. Soon her limbs were tied with
ropes.
Thereafter, torture began solely as retaliation.
"Bobby said a young blonde girl came into the
theater when he planted the bomb. I thought you
might have gotten caught. Then you really got me."
Nancy fired, lifting Grace's blonde hair with the tip
of her dagger.
"Was that you?"
"No, I wasn't there."
In fact, it was an unnecessary lie. It was Nancy who
would blame Grace if an ant died on the other side of
the world. I had no intention of listening to Grace's
explanation or excuses.
"Pursuing him like a dog, trying to protect
Winston and yet not be one. Don't be ridiculous."
"Yuck..."
Nancy, who had been beating Grace at random with
her eyes closed, grabbed her by the hair so hard she
bared her teeth like a rabid dog.
"What happens if I sell my brother's life and live a
Is it w o r t h it?"
Gracia said nothing. The conversation is with
someone you can communicate with.
"Wow, that probably won't work."
Nancy picked up the tweezers lying on the sink, as if
she would not be offended no matter how many
times she hit it. As if it were brand new, the blade
glowed blue.
"In the devil's way".
No, it is the way of the rebel. It was the rebels who
tortured the man's father by pulling out his
fingernails, which caused the man, blinded by
retaliation, to do the same.
"Feel the pain my sister felt."
Grab it, Walter. At Nancy's command, the man who
had been standing by the window, who had been
watching, stepped forward and forced Grace's left
hand out and pressed it against the armrest so that
she could not move.
As soon as I gritted my teeth, the tip of the tweezers
bit into the nail of my left little finger. The pain that
made me want to faint came immediately.
"Oh..."
In front of my eyes, it turns bright yellow. i'm running
out of breath.
It was an eternity for Grace.
"ha ha..."
Only at the moment the clamp fell off did Grace let
out the breath she had been holding. Tears flowed
incessantly from her open mouth.
Salty tears stung his chapped lips, but it was nothing
compared to the indescribable pain that coursed
through his fingers. Shocked by the excruciating
pain, his body trembled uncontrollably like a
quaking aspen.
burst. burst.
Blood dripped from the tip of her little finger and
soaked her stocking. Grace relied on the strong smell
of blood to pierce her nostrils.
don't die I can take so much. I can take it. "Bad
bitch."
Nancy looked at Grace resentfully and slapped her
cheek.
"How could you not make a sound?"
because Ellie can't hear it.
I know that the more I endure, the crueler the torture
becomes. But I couldn't let Ellie hear what would
become a lifelong nightmare.
Grace clenched her trembling teeth even tighter,
remembering how terrifying the sounds of torture
she had heard on her last night at Abington Beach
were.
"I have to show this to the devil." Nancy
picked up a nail from the floor and
laughed. "Should I send this to him?"
Yes, please let the man know that we are holding
you.
I know Nancy can't do that. As expected, instead of
sending her nails away, she threw them at Grace's
feet. Grace, however, looking at Nancy's face, was
more relieved than frustrated.
That man, nothing happened.
If I had made an extreme decision, they would have
become impatient and reacted in some way by now.
But there was no sign of that at all.
But the relief did not last long.
"Did I tell you? I was going to kill your daughter
first when I found you and the guy who got shot.
in front of you two."
Nancy laughed as she pretended to cut her throat
with bloody tweezers.
"Then I thought I would kill you. Winston, the devil
watches his daughter and lover die before his eyes.
Helpless. See it with your own eyes."
Now I can't tell who the hell it is. Terrified that he
might try to kill Ellie right in front of her eyes, Grace
shivered again like a quaking aspen.
Nancy curses the man and pulls up her sweater to
show where she was shot. Grace thought to herself
as she looked at the scar.
I should have died I should have killed He will kill
Before that demon kills my daughter.
"Walter, you know how this bitch worked the devil?"
Nancy suddenly grabbed Grace's hair and spoke to the
young man.
"I used it with my crotch."
A filthy whore who survived by selling herself to her
enemies. Nancy's contemptuous eyes looking at her
said so.
"He was rumored to be impotent, but he built it.
How lethal is crotch technology to the point where
that ruthless demon spares his enemy and even
makes him his lover?
Nancy winked at the man with clear intent. The man
leaning against the window looked Grace up and
down with more interest than before.
"Shall we take a break until dinner? I'll do it this
night, so you can rest in the meantime.
So Nancy hinted to the man to rape Grace and left.
I was left alone with a man with a military dagger in
his hand.
The man looked at Grace and clicked his tongue with
a hiss.
"Don't punch me in the face."
The expectation that he would trample her while tied
up was wrong. The man untied the rope and led
Grace to her bedroom on the same floor.
"Did you say Grace? My name is Walter.
The man sat her on the bed, introduced himself
and talked about the story without asking.
"Do you like being soldier? I also I
was a former
soldier..."
It is said that Nancy's words were a salvation for
him, who was assaulted and mentally abused by
his superiors in the army, was discharged early
and went from one job to another. It was a typical
Blanchard rebel tactic aimed at loners who were
alienated from society.
"So violent is not my taste."
Thus he explained why he took her to bed instead of
attacking her in the bathroom, then smiled shyly.
"But it turned out that a woman holding a baby in her
arms and
trembling from terror it turned out to be
from my to my liking.
Would you understand if you if I told
you that you have a protective
instinct?
He said he felt a protective instinct for Grace, which
did not stop Nancy from torturing her, even helping
him.
It was just an impulse to prove the sense of conquest
by suppressing the weak.
It is obvious that the man who looks somewhat shy
with his small physique has lived as an underdog in
society for the rest of his life. I took an opportunity
of Grace's to nullify the strong and weak
composition I had never before gained.
"Nancy called you toxic, but I know that. You don't
want your
daughter hear you cry, so hang in there even if it
hurts,
right? Then your daughter won't mind hearing the
noises coming from the bed."
The one sitting on the dresser slipped a dagger into
the back pocket of his pants and began unbuckling
his belt as he approached Grace.
"If you keep calm, I'll finish it quickly."
The man asked Grace to undress as well. Pretending
to do as she was told, she put her hand down her
blouse.
"Good idea. Nancy told you you're smart, so she's
right. Are you thinking of living with me? I'm very
lonely. I could convince Nancy to let her live.
He came right in front of me and didn't shut his
mouth for a second the whole time he was pulling
my pants down. It was getting harder and harder not
to look like he wanted to kill me.
As soon as she unbuttoned the second button of her
blouse, Grace hesitated and frowned.
"My hand hurts, will you do it?"
Then she pulled the hem of her skirt up to her knees.
She bent down and reached up to loosen the garter
straps that held the stocking band.
-Grace demanded, spreading her legs.
"Just break it."
When she was told not to take off her bloomers but
to tear them, he knelt in front of her with the world's
dirtiest smile.
At last the prey entered Grace's trap. As soon as his
head slipped between her legs, she clamped her neck
between her thighs and squeezed hard.
"Kuh..."
You have a bad
head. "Oh..."
"I was trained to kill since I was 14 years old, and
you and the others save me, Mane. funny. On the
subject of a fresh young blue.
She fainted before Grace could finish the sentence.
Strangely I pulled the dagger out of the guy's pants
hanging from his ankle. Grabbing the man's hair
between his thighs and turning his head, Grace
plunged the blade deep into the man's back, severing
his spinal cord.
The insignificant boy who was trying to rape her
died without even letting out a single scream.
"Yes, my skills are lethal."
Now it was my turn to demonstrate this skill to a
monster named Nancy.
"Damn it..."
To fight an enemy with a pistol and with a single
dagger. I searched the man's room,
but he didn't come out, as if he had left the gun
somewhere else.
I wanted to stop the retaliation and run away with
Ellie while Nancy looked the other way, but I
couldn't. Nancy had the key to the lock that locked
the basement. Nancy had the key to the lock that
locked the basement.
Grace opened the door carefully and listened. The sound
of knives being cut on a cutting board could be
faintly heard from the stairs. Locating Nancy, she
quietly descended the stairs.
As I descended the stairs and approached the
kitchen, the noise of meal preparation and humming
became clearer. Grace looked out the window
toward the back door opposite the stairs. Uncle Bobby
hadn't returned yet, so the truck wasn't there.
It meant that if you kill Nancy, you can escape with
Ellie.
Grace stood with her back erect by the kitchen
entrance, paying attention to the sounds inside. The
chopping sound continued unabated. Nancy's hand
must be holding a knife now.
will come out someday Aim for the time to come out.
As soon as Nancy comes out, take the gun from her
waistband, cut her throat and find the key. After
waiting for the simulated training in my head, the
opportunity came.
Suddenly, the sound of the knife cutting stopped and
Nancy muttered.
"Why are you so quiet?"
She must have noticed now that there was no sound
of fighting or crying from upstairs. As I went to
check, I heard the sound of a knife being placed on a
cutting board, followed by the sound of footsteps
approaching the entrance.
damn it
As soon as Nancy appeared, Grace's strategy
backfired. Nancy was holding the gun in her right
hand.
"OMG!"
When Nancy saw her and tried to turn the barrel this
way, Grace cut her finger with a dagger.
"demon!"
Nancy missed the shot, her fingers straightening on
their own. Grace didn't give Nancy another chance to
fool around and slipped her left arm around his neck
to squeeze him. She tried to stab her throat with a
dagger, but each time it lodged in Nancy's forearm. It
was the same when I tried to stab him in the chest.
The knife got stuck avoiding vital points each time.
"demon!"
The owner of this scream was Grace. Nancy had
grabbed her left pinky finger and sprained it. The
pain hit my whole body like a bolt of lightning.
In a moment of oops, Nancy untied her arms around
her neck and fell. As soon as my vision, which had
been dizzy, became clearer, I saw Nancy running
down the hall.
"Yuck!"
Nancy, who was trying to pick up the pistol that had
been blown off her feet, was grabbed by the hair and
rolled backwards. As soon as I saw the blue-green
eyes glowing madly, the tip of the dagger flew
toward my throat.
disc.
Grace, struck by Nancy's arm, missed the dagger.
The air-slashing blade fell down the stairs leading to
the basement and rolled downward.
Meanwhile, Grace sat on Nancy, who was trying to
get up again, and shook her bare fists.
"Yuck! Walter, hell, that minor, uh..."
Nancy, whose arms were pressed by Grace's knees,
was punched without resistance, as was Grace, who
was tied to a chair.
"You dirty bitch. you're a woman too and you
instigate rape? you're not human I'm the same
monster as your brother who stood there while he
listened to me being raped! The Wilkins are all
monsters who deserve to die!"
disk. It felt like my nose bones were being broken.
"Oh..."
With the hand that had barely stopped the flow of
blood again, he choked her throat and struck Nancy
until her face was shattered as the
mine. Soon after, Nancy fainted and Grace stopped
her reddening hands and gasped.
"Ha..."
I was exhausted. Unable to hold her breath with her
bare hands, Grace staggered to her feet. Grabbing the
pistol that had fallen in front of the back door, I
stood in front of the enemy sprawled on the floor.
applaud.
Without hesitation, he pulled the slide and pointed
the gun at Nancy's head, still unconscious. That was
the moment he put his finger on the trigger.
"Grace, no!"
burst!
As soon as the door burst open and Uncle Bobby's
voice came from behind her, Grace pulled the
trigger. But at the same time, Uncle's hand shoved
Grace and the line of sight trembled. The stray bullet
just grazed Nancy's cheek.
"Leave this one!"
A struggle began with the man trying to take the gun.
The man who grabbed Grace's wrists put pressure on
her.
"Whatever happens, you must not kill Nancy!"
"You tried to kill me and my daughter, and you say
that?
I will kill all these demons!"
Grace didn't know that Nancy had come to as she
struggled to keep the gun from being taken away
from her.
-Nancy, no!
"OMG!"
Something hard hit the back of my head. At the same
time as the impact of spinning in front of her eyes,
Grace's legs gave way and she sat up. Tinkling. The
brass chandelier fell to the floor and toppled over.
"What are you doing!"
The old man's cries to Nancy could only be heard in
the distance. Grace repeated a name as she clung
tenaciously to her fading consciousness.
Ellie. "Ellie!"
Grace opened her eyes as she screamed the name she
couldn't let go even after she lost consciousness. My
eyes rolled back and forth, and I felt sick to my
stomach. The moment I lost consciousness again, I
heard the voice of the man next to me.
"Nancy, that crazy thing... If you're going to take it
out, I'm going to take the
claws to the devil".
I woke up. When I opened my eyes, it was dark
everywhere. When I turned my head, I saw Mr.
Bobby holding the steering wheel. Grace was sitting
in a truck driving down a dark road.
"Ellie!"
Startled, Grace quickly looked around the van, wide-
eyed. But Ellie was nowhere in sight.
"Sir, where is Ellie?"
The old man only sighed as he looked down the road.
What about Ellie!
It was only when Grace, enraged, tried to grab him
by the throat that the uncle began to speak.
"Stay safe in the basement."
You're alone with Nancy? How safe is that! Nancy
will kill Ellie!
When I thought I could have killed him while he
was losing his mind, my heart sank and I couldn't
breathe.
"Please hurry!"
Her uncle pushed her away when she tried to break
the steering wheel.
"Calm down, Grace. Nancy is on her way to sleep
after giving her sleeping pills."
The old man looked at Grace's face, stuck his tongue
in and muttered.
"After leaving for a while, the two became tatters.
We will do it in moderation and reconciliation."
At the mention of the two of them as children
fighting while playing, Grace was speechless for a
moment.
"... Do you see this as a child's fight in your eyes?"
"In my eyes, you two are like my daughters. things.
regrettable..."
"Your uncle's daughter, Nancy, let my daughter die!"
"Didn't you say you let him sleep?"
Grace looked back and forth between the old man and
th e car window, confused.
"But why only I..."
Why did you leave Ellie alone there and just take me
to the car?
The car was driving along a familiar creek. It was the
town where Grace was hiding.
"Where are you taking me now?"
"He's on his way to the train station."
"Yes?"
As soon as the horse ran out, the truck stopped in a
quiet alley near the train station. The old man pulled
out his wallet and held out a few crumpled bills to
Grace.
"receive."
Grace clung to her uncle without accepting money.
"Sir, please send Ellie, not me. What's wrong with
that child? If you you want revenge, you can
do it
with me! You can pull out your fingernails or cut off
your fingers. If you still don't like it, kill it. Whatever
you do, please send the child to my father!"
Hugging him, she pleaded and cried, but the man
didn't even look at Grace, just picked up his coat
from the floor and stuffed the bill in his pocket.
"Uncle, please. Please save my daughter."
The old man let out a long sigh and shook his head.
"Sir!"
"I won't let you
go." "Yes?"
"Besides, I have no intention of revenge. Nancy will
be different."
"Then why the hell are you doing this?"
Come to Nancy. Then Nancy will resolve her grudge and
will let you and your daughter go."
The old man reached behind the seat, pulled
something out, and placed it in Grace's lap. It was a
violin case.
"I'll take good care of your daughter, so just think
about what you have to do."
As soon as she saw the violin case, Grace's hands
began to shake uncontrollably as she realized the
meaning of revenge the uncle had spoken of.
"When I hear that you made it, I'll place an ad in the
National Tribune and tell you where and when to
meet me. That's all I have to say. Then go now.
But Grace was frozen in place, unable to move. The
man who had been waiting, looking out the car
window, spoke in an admonishing tone to the shy
child.
"It's not hard, is it?"
"..."
The old man turned to Grace and hesitated. As if he
had witnessed something shocking, his eyes
trembled, then stopped and looked sternly at Grace.
"I hope it won't be difficult."
The old man forcibly pulled Grace, who was still
holding on without getting off.
"We won't be there anymore, so don't even think
about reporting it. Don't provoke Nancy. Just do as
I'm told and I'll give you my daughter back."
"Your uncle knows better than that it can't be!"
"I guarantee your daughter's safety. I also have
a debt to you.
"How could you do such cruel things when you owe
me your life!"
He removed the hanging Grace, grabbed his coat and
violin case, and climbed into the driver's seat.
"Sir! Uncle, please!"
popped. The door closed and the car started. Even
though I knew it was pointless, I chased after the
truck, but my legs failed me and I fell.
"Uh..."
The violin case she had just thrown away caught
Grace's attention as she sat down. The buckle was
undone and what was inside was clearly visible
through the opening.
machine pistol.