This Time, I Became the Fiance of a Duke’s Daughter. But She is Rumored to have Bad Personality, and Ten Years Older

When Jared woke up, he was in an unrecognizable room. It is a small private room with only a bed and the walls are grayingly dirty over the years, I guess it was formerly white.

When I got out of bed, I ran a blunt pain in my head and thought someone hit me.

Kidnapping, the word comes to mind. But I wonder if it would be beneficial to kidnap myself, and if not, I make an immediate decision.

Even if it was a kidnapping, it's not worth it to me. Born into a family of swords, he has no sword talent, he is unfriendly with his father and hates him from the side room. If I had a ransom request, I would definitely be abandoned. Yes, I thought it was like other personnel.

If you are a grandparent, you may be able to respond to the negotiations, but the Baron Dowm family is a martial family serving the country, so it is suspicious whether to deal with the kidnappers.

It's only people who can think of anything else. Even Jared, who was neglected by the public, knew that there were people trying to capture and sell off children who owned magic.

Especially children who are magical but can't even use the initial steps of witchcraft - that is, beings like Jared are easy to capture and sell. I don't know the end of a sold child, but it would be more or less terrible.

"We have to run."

I'm about willing to resist Jared, too. I was beaten and grabbed without question, and I'm not going to end up with it.

But the door that leads out of the room is made of steel, and it's not even scary if it's locked. Leave it to frustration and kick it, but the only thing that hurts is your own feet.

"Be quiet!

Kicking the door again and again, the man's anger flew in.

"How could you do this! Get me out of here!

Be reassured that there are people and desperately ask for help,

"No. Have them spend the day here. Accept your status quo."

"What's the status quo?

"You're going to live here. All right?"

"Not good! You think you're allowed to kidnap me!

The man laughs.

I kept laughing, pitifully, to ridicule Jared for not understanding the circumstances.

"Yes, you don't know that yet."

"What?"

I don't know why a man laughs, wait for words through the door.

"Jared Murphy. You were dumped by your parents."

"Nah."

"This is a place where troubled children and children who don't want to go public are accommodated at the convenience of adults. Well, if the buyer put it on, he could sell it to quite a few places, but what about you?

A man's laughter stopped from outside the door against Jared, who had no words. And now it is only pity that the voice is released.

"Well, I'm a villain too, but your parents are scumbags. It is not funny that my eldest son, who does not succeed the governor, is in the way and is taken by other nobles by his son-in-law because of his magic. I don't know what else to do, but, yes, your grandfather wants to get rid of it completely because of the possibility of letting the housekeeper take over. So sell it to some nobleman who wants a magical child."

A muscle of tears spills from Jared's eyes instead of his voice.

I didn't think you were so neglected. I admit it's not going well with my father, and I don't like my father either. But if I had never been subjected to violence before, I never would have been told to stay out of the house.

"Poor thing, but it's a common story for nobles. I see many children like you. I sympathize, I pity you, but it doesn't matter what we do."

If you think it's disturbing, I would be happy if you told me so. A child without a job, but he must have had the option to stop being a nobleman of his own free will. I didn't want to be isolated by my parents and sold if I did poorly.

If that's the case and you don't want yourself, I wish you'd just killed me.

"Get me out of here!

The sign of a man walks away from the door, even if he knocks on the door and begs to be outside.

Knock on the door over and over again. Ignoring the pain in his hand, Jared kept knocking on the door like it was broken.

The skin cuts, the blood never stops flowing, and the door continues to faintly stain red.

Jared continued, no matter how long he didn't know how long he went on, whether he was mentally, physically or tired, or couldn't hold his fist.

Maybe he wanted to distract me by doing the only thing he could do more than have nothing else to do. Then a different voice arrives through the door from the man who had the conversation.

"Please, get me out of here."

The door was opened with a noise whether Jared's wish to beg without power had been received.

Though he raised his face once and had expectations, his body was stretched out at the same time as a middle-aged man appeared who cohabited with displeasure and frustration.

There was a stick in the man's hand. And he was relentlessly waved down by Jared, not even given time to get up.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Jared was then to be hurt until he lost consciousness. If I regained consciousness, I was hurt again, kicked and beaten as if to exhale stress.

So mercilessly exposed to violence that I thought it was a miracle that I didn't die at this time, Jared's heart was broken.

Until one man came to a halt, time uncertain but Jared just kept getting violence. It was the man I talked to who stopped me.

When you get a minimum allowance,

"I was supposed to stay out of the room for a while. Please, be quiet. Or they'll kill you."

I was advised and obeyed.

Only the first man I talked to still seemed decent, so I obeyed.

And he will sleep like mud to forget the pain, then be fed a crude meal for a few days, and spend time in a small room.

He bit his nails and continued to crush the curse words as he circled on a hard bed without even doing so.

The young boy's heart is broken, but instead his heart is buried by strong emotions. It's - hate.

With hatred for his father, the culprit, Jared swore an oath.

- Be sure to come from here, and I'll kill you.