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

When I was given permission to do so from the room, I was told that it had been a week since I was brought to the facility.

It seemed like other HRs wondering if it had been that long.

What does Yennie think of Jared, who didn't come suddenly? Are you angry, or worried?

I wondered what my father had said to my grandfather.

More than Jared being here like this, one day there should be a day to explain. At that time, if someone else is selling me out, I can't make a bad excuse.

If my grandfather, who has a strong sense of justice and cares about people-to-people relationships, finds out the truth, he should be furious. You could be desperate to look for yourself - such a sweet thought came to my mind.

Before I do, I'm going to slaughter my father, but that's what I don't care. But if I can, I hope to kill you with this hand.

"You've changed your face a lot. Most guys look like they've broken their hearts and died, but in your case, it's different again. But you shouldn't look like that. Look, this is where the kids eat three times a day. I'm free to go in and out, but I don't really recommend it"

The man who spoke for the first time on the first day - Jared, who was guided through the facility by Tom, was last brought to the dining room.

Along the way, I slipped away with some boys and girls, but all the time this guy doesn't have a life on his face, he lives like he's dead.

I sincerely didn't want this to happen.

When the dining room door opened, about thirty gazes focused on Jared.

One boy laughed that his prey had come, and one girl spoke up and said she wanted to be welcomed and petted. One boy is glancing back at the book he was holding whether he lost interest or not.

There is freedom that doesn't seem like an internment facility, but what we have in common is different from the children we've had before, and they were alive. No, on the contrary, he had glaring beastly eyes, and he felt a strong willingness to try to survive even by eating others.

"Newbie. Follow the rules and don't get bored doing anything boring."

No reply. But Tom, never mind, leaves the dining room when he slaps Jared on the shoulder only once.

Jared also tries to go back to his room because there is nothing here because he has already finished breakfast. I've decided I don't have anything to do with unspecified people.

"Hey, new guy"

When I was called out and looked back - my fist approached full of vision and a shock ran on my cheek.

He was down on the floor when he found out he had been beaten, cheering at the same time.

Now I know what Tom meant by not being a good thing, but I'm not happy about anything. I've never had a happy fight with this one.

Jared's body becomes stiff with fear, even if he wants to resist but thinks of the violence he has received from adults.

"Say hello."

When I opened my fearful eyes, a fifteen or six year old little fat boy had a nasty grin.

"... hello"

Knowing that it's not like the greeting you're being asked for, when you speak out, the boy's grin deepens and now he kicks.

Jared's face, who kept getting kicked in the stomach, legs and face many times and became a big letter, the boy approaches and smiles.

"I liked it. If you work for me, I'll protect you from the others."

I wanted to say who would be my subordinate, but I didn't want to talk because I had cut my mouth off. Then a few boys and girls gather from behind the boy who was waiting for a reply.

"What are you running out of?"

"It's mine because I put my eyes on it."

The boys and girls who rubbed who was going to subordinate Jared happened to be in a fight, and the wild horses are freaking out.

In a hazy consciousness, it was found that there were multiple groups in the facility. The little fat boys they've been talking to, and the other kids following them under the girls, fighting for power in the facility.

- It's like an untouched piece of shit.

I don't care, a blonde boy who was reading without showing interest in the noise moved in and crouched in on Jared's behalf.

"Hey, can you hear me? I'll do it because no one will explain it to me anyway. Just kidding. There are minimum rules for kids, too. First of all, I won't take the mesh. I have to eat a set amount, so if I interrupt, I can hurt adults. I won't even kill him. There have been guys who died in the past because of fights, but they better take me to kill them and no one has seen them since. Probably disposed of."

disposition, I found my body tense to the word.

"Don't freak out. I'm not stupid enough to kill anyone. And I don't have the courage to do that. Yeah, well, I'll tell you something good because when I look you in the eye, it doesn't seem to get under anyone. Think we're under constant surveillance. So if they do something, they make an exaggerated noise, and adults beat them up. Well, good luck with that."

I stopped, not thinking of the boy trying to get away from Jared with the book in his hand.

"Hey, who are you?

"... I'm Luther. What about you?"

"Jared. Jared Murphy."

"Right, Jared? Then I'll do this on your mark of approach."

That's what Luther threw was the book he was reading.

Luther laughed at Jared, who coughed heavily after taking the book in his stomach because his body couldn't move satisfactorily.

As I dropped him off as he left, I grabbed the book and dragged my heavy body back to the room.

This was the meeting between Jared Murphy and Luther Fisher.

And it will be a week before we meet again.