"Hehe, you traitor... I'll let you be honest now, Yikes!
Pachin '!!
"Awwwwwwwwwwww!!
The whip wielded by the torturer makes a sharp noise and engraves a laceration on his white skin.
Shirley screamed in agony similar to the burning fever she had never received before.
"Oh! That's a good scream! You're gonna have to entertain me more!
He smiles sadistically and whips his white limbs over and over again.
Shirley could understand why this happened. The fact that there is a torturer means that he is trying to take a confession of a sin that he did not commit.
Without physical evidence or confession, it is the present imperial law that cannot be judged. Assuming he was dressed in wet clothes, Alice would be forced to confess in order to eliminate the great-name ex-sharley.
(It's okay...... always, one day I'll always be able to solve the misunderstanding......!
Even though my sister disparaged me, betrayed me by my fiancée and cursed me around her, Shirley still believed me.
Alberto can always get to the truth and spend the same time as before. I desperately endured harsh torture, stopping by for nothing, just memories I had with Alberto.
However, the faint expectations of Nineteen Little Daughters are doubtless betrayed.
She was still cute when she was whipped.
Water attack on nail stripping. Burned on a triangle trojan horse. Even the inflexible warrior screamed a lot of brutality and his mind wore off (and he disappeared without realizing the hope he had initially held.
There is no longer a shadow to see the beauty that everyone envied. His whole body was rotten, he had indelible wounds everywhere, his beautiful gray hair was coaled up like an old woman's, and Shirley turned ugly as he could see.
A month after his incarceration, he waited and waited, and no misunderstanding could be solved, and by the time his vision was white, the love Shirley had in her chest had inverted, and the flames of hatred that seemed to burn her had burned and rolled.
"but.....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
A growl rises from his crushed throat without a voice.
(Something to forgive............! Who, what to forgive............!!
The once calm, two-colored eyes filled with charity change the quality of the light hidden in the red that dwelled in the abomination of burning heat and in the pale that dwelled in absolute zero degrees of killing.
Whether you sell your soul to the devil or fall to the bottom of hell, I'm sorry if you don't drag all those who disparage you down to the same place.
(... former father and mother, brother and brother)
Family who abused their real daughter with only hair and eye color.
(... those who assumed I had bonded)
Whether they were deceived or afraid of power, people who returned their palms without ever believing in themselves.
(... my sister who just takes everything away from me)
I even took away the happiness I finally got, Alice.
(And......... that man who betrayed me......!
It's now that I know. Alberto had an affair with Alice while she had a fiancée named Shirley.
Did you conspire with Alice to eliminate yourself from the way? But it doesn't matter.
Even if Alice had fooled me, I hate her now more than anyone else because I know that whispered love was real because that man who judged himself on the dodgy charge that would have made the truth more familiar if I did a little research.
(Vengeance...! Even if you go to hell, hammer them with this hand......!
Even if I'm overwhelmed with energy, I wouldn't visit Shirley for revenge if I wasn't supposed to get out of jail.
But a dramatic change occurs in Shirley's body as to what miracles have happened, or whether the devil or the devil has fulfilled her wishes in exchange for her soul.
"Wh, What the hell? Aah...!?
The first person I noticed was the torturer.
I started to get tired of Shirley, who had recently stopped showing any reaction, and had been torturing me almost workmanly repeatedly, but when he opened the door to his cell and went inside, there lay Shirley, who looked beautiful before he was tortured.
Rotten skin regains beauty, coaled hair glows, and twenty nails stripped unbroken are also newly grown with beautiful cherry colored nails.
I should have looked ugly and thin yesterday when I saw it, but the next day I was regaining my former beauty as if time had rolled back.
"Here, here. Ah, something looks bad. I told you not to tell me...!
Before that abrupt and dramatic change boils down to feelings of abuse and inferiority, the torturers, feeling somewhere uninterrupted creepy, also forget to close the key (...) and hurry up to report it.
"… unfortunately. If it had come close like that, I would have stabbed him in the throat..."
Shirley gets up and throws away stone knives made by rubbing stones together.
If anyone who knew her once heard her, she had such a frightening low voice that she was likely to be under the illusion that she was someone else.
"And this body... I've heard stories about it, but I can't believe I'm going to experience it on this body... But it's the result O'Rei. That man was so helpful."
Originally, many people do not have locking habits among civilians. I knew that anyone who served the castle was perceived as insensitive to locking the keys, except for a handful of clerks.
I had been thinking lately that one day the opportunity would come, but unexpectedly Shirley laughs at the fact that it came early.
"Come on, shall we? … is the beginning of retaliation."
He stepped out of the cell left open and loaned the servant's clothes so that he could ascend to the ground and no one would notice.
Shirley, with her noticeable long gray hair in her cap and two swords stolen from the barracks on her way out to the city, stares at Alberto, who would be in the castle with a spectacular willingness to kill.
"Please wait. One day, I'll make you see more horrible things than death."
And Shirley walked through the city, finding a hut abandoned by the woods and starting to lurk there.
Nominally, Shirley, a criminal and jailbreaker, will not gain power.
Then what should I do? The answer came right away.
If you cannot have power, destroy the haters with overwhelming violence. Fortunately, since becoming Alberto's fiancée, I have had the sword and witchcraft to wear it as an education in brilliance.
Sublime them in self-study and let Alberto and Alice die miserably by breaking through the guardianship of knights and soldiers. I kept figuring out how to make him suffer even when he begged me to kill him.
Shirley was well prepared. Weaving your sword unexpectedly suits your sexuality, or gaining more power than your fellow knights at an early stage in action against demons.
Take what you need from the city, and sometimes even kill and take it from the bandits in combination with practice, and Shirley began to gain enough power for life foundation and vengeance as soon as possible.
"Gee ho...... uhh!
One day, two months after her engagement was broken and one month after her escape. Shirley suddenly nauseated.
At first, I wondered if I was sick. But the change doesn't stop there, it starts to have symptoms similar to those of a cold, uncomfortable in the chest and lower abdomen, and it begins to ask for sudden drowsiness and sour fruits.
When I begin to wonder what the hell is going on and once I can't get through to see a doctor, I realize there is.
"Speaking of which...... when was the last time you had your period......?
The two letters "pregnancy" are on the back of my brain.
A belly that slowly adds weight as if to prove it. I knew right away who my father was, even considering the time of year, etc.
"Oh my... I can't believe that hateful man's child is in my belly...!
He stares at his own belly, where Alberto's son dwelt in a heartfelt abomination. If it's true, I just want to rip my belly open and drag it out, but Shirley lowers her sword with a sigh.
"Well, fine. Kids are not guilty. If you're born safely, I'll do enough to get you to the orphanage."
Shirley hasn't fallen far enough to kill a completely innocent soul herself.
Under the circumstances that no one could use their hands because they were being chased, it was uncertain whether they would be born safely or not, but the minimum sentiment remained as a woman who would not have an abortion.
"If you have a weak demon position, it will be okay to fight, and let's say you refrain from full-scale training until you give birth."
Strong demons, skip demons acting in flocks, and target the weakest demons possible. Repeat sword swings, magic exercises, and light workouts are indispensable even while you cannot move.
Still, it's not something a pregnant woman should have done. Even the brutality that would change the blood phase if the world's mothers and doctors saw it, from Shirley's point of view, it feels like, "If it flows, it flows. That's fine."
He is only disturbing to Shirley, who vowed revenge, such as his relentlessly nourishing belly, which swells every day.
If that's what draws the blood of an abominable man, it's still a matter of time. Instead, if I can give birth safely, I'll even deliver it to the orphanage, so I want you to thank me.
"…… that's strange. Hi, I haven't been able to focus on my workouts lately."
Since what time, however, it has been a hundred million years since my belly was concerned and I waved my sword. The feeling grows with each passing day.
Shake your head wide to the left and right. Desperately reminiscent of hatred and sadness, he swung off his discomfort and forced his sword when it had nothing to do with him, such as the belly child.
"Has the initial symptom finally subsided…… really, annoying……"
I am confused by the fact that the words that I tried to throw away abominably towards my belly child became clogged and I often stroked my lower abdomen.
I don't know why. I don't know, but I felt like I didn't have to worry about it.
"…… Ah, it moved"
My stomach began to swell in earnest. When you touch it with your hand, you know exactly what's moving inside.
I care when I sleep. Without realizing it, Shirley's time with the sword was extremely short.
"I'm glad I saved up some food and supplies. Until you're born, what are you thinking? I am."
Looking at the accumulation in anticipation of the pregnancy period, I questioned the fact that I was thinking about the child first. It becomes routine to gently touch the growing belly, feel the fetal movement and make sure you are healthy.
That's a waste of money that has nothing to do with revenge.
"Whatever it is, you look a little like that guy, I don't like it"
When I realized it, I started thinking about my children.
Which would the face resemble? Because my father is my father, I want him to look like me if I can.
Even if I left it in the orphanage for revenge and didn't intend to get involved in anything afterwards... I felt like the back of my chest had been tightened.
And when childbirth was imminent.
"You're going to be born soon. Then I'll just leave you in the orphanage and continue your revenge -"
That's all I'm saying, I feel like I've been stabbed in the back with an ice column, my hands and feet tremble, and my breathing gets rough.
Words I was about to say. The meaning of the words that have been whining like clichés since the discovery of pregnancy, holding a swollen belly accidentally in the inexplicable fear of its specialty.
When I felt the heartbeat waiting for my birth, I felt terribly relieved.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...! Hi-huh...! Hi-huh...! Phew......! Mm-hmm...... Awwwwwwwwww!!
And a few months after Shirley got twenty.
At the time of the birth I finally received. Shirley didn't even call the midwife, she prepared herself in agony for labor pain by herself and was about to lay down a new life in the woodshed.
With the birth, the pain and anguish suffered by the mother was spectacular enough to be comparable to the torture she had once suffered.
Still, I want to give birth. She herself can't understand what the hell drives Shirley.
However, Shirley was driven by an urge similar to her instincts to have to give birth safely.
"Whew............! Whew............! Ha.....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
After a long childbirth, Shirley gave birth to two girls.
Both have the same white hair as Shirley. My sister, who was born first, had pale eyes, and my sister, who was born later, had red eyes.
Two voices echo in a small woodshed. When those two little hands grabbed Shirley's finger, the toe and Shizuku flowed down from her two-colored eyes.
"Ahhhhhhhhh...! Gu.............................................!
Shirley cried.
I cried without skill at the uncleanness of my son, who had given birth from his own womb, and at the loving taste that gushed up infinitely.
And I realized it. It happens ahead of the mistake I was about to make, to the tragedy of my daughters.
He would not have been able to touch it like this if he had been forced to wave his sword and miscarried, the horror of it.
Depositing it in an orphanage and throwing it away will leave you out of it again, that despair.
Even if you achieve revenge, you will be branded a child of a great sinner, the end of it.
In fact, if he left himself to revenge as it were, Shirley would be possessed by the devil and would almost fall into Shura Road, where he would never be able to go back.
That way is not a person. It is precisely kedamono, monster's place to devour the flesh and live according to madness and hatred.
I pulled Shirley back to the humans who were about to become a bloody wet monster because she was the warmth of my child, who was nothing else.
"We need to protect…… whatever it takes to replace these children's future……"
I couldn't think of revenge anymore.
It's all about the foundation of life and the nurturing environment.
It doesn't matter whose blood you were pulling. Shirley gently wraps her newborn baby around and walks out of the empire to protect and guide her two loveliest lives above all else in the world, just a child born of her own stomach ache.
Originally, there was no place for Shirley in the Empire. Then you should start a new life with your two daughters in the kingdom, which is your neighbor.
There are only adventurers who are always next to the danger of their lives, such as Shirley, who is in a position to prove her identity in any way, but let's do the best we can.
Sometimes you may be afraid of your cruelly perverted nature. Still, I won't let this hand go until the time my daughters can grab their happiness.
Thus Shirley, who stopped avenging for her daughter and made a new vow, reached the city on the border of the kingdom, and ten years passed.