119 Producers 3

"You know more about the first district than I do."

"I was born in the first district after all, to be soon thrown out into the second district due to my low mana amount of mana I possessed," FiveBlack slowly walked around the room.

"Nevertheless, a child from the Monete, Pelargonium, and Roselia families that are all relatives to each other. All one of the most prestigious families in the first district that will fetch a good ransom," FiveBlack smiled in victory.

"I'm not one of them," I didn't stop denying.

"These clothes were borrowed. Borrrowed. Do you think I would willingly wear these clothes? Plus, people of the Roselia family either have silver or blond hair and I have the most brilliant red hair," I complimented myself.

"It's a crime in the first district to freely wear 'borrowed' clothes if the clothes have the family crests on it Rika," Jules explained the fact that everyone was aware of except for me.

What? My mouth almost dropped from shock. How could it be a crime to wear mere clothes? Wasn't there ever a situation where someone's clothes got all wet and needed to borrow someone else's clothes in exchange?

And why would Luke crazily embellish all my clothes with his family crest? The jewels and gems were probably good enough on their own to tell that the person wearing it was from a rich family. This level of customization on the small details was just astonishing. It was a great way for potential kidnappers to grab influential children off the streets through their clothes alone.

"Does it mean that I have been committing a crime all this time? There's no way those fragile blue eyes could ever compare to my dazzling orange speckled eyes that outshines the people in the Roselia family," I gasped with great pretentiousness.

Another person walked into the room, greatly interested in our conversation. He sat down on a rolling chair while facing us in the same lab coat FiveBlack wore. The lab coat appeared to act as a uniform with a pocket on the front near the heart to place their ID cards.

He tightly held onto his smartphone like it was something precious to him as he watched our exchange. It was as if he was the audience to the play where I was the main character with the villain in the lab coat. Except we were just talking to each other to make sense of the situation rather than fighting it out.

"If you're not a direct descendent, then you're probably the fiancée to the heir of the Roselia family," FiveBlack concluded from our conversation.

What was with all these people from the first district? I wasn't married to Luke yet, but I was still considered to be a part of his house. Again, there was nothing good that came from being involved with Luke.

"How selfish," The man sitting in the chair in front of us commented.

"You enjoy all the privileges from being part of one of the most prestigious families of the first district that normal people here would beg to get even a sprinkle. But you refuse to even identify to be a part of them, ignoring the responsibilities that come with your position," He mocked me.

"Did I ever ask to be a part of this? I never wanted to study in the first district or wear these stuffy clothes." I refuted back.

"While you enjoy your fancy meals and expensive school all paid for by your family, you complain about every little thing in your comfortable mansion," the man continued.

"Our organization refuses to take on requests from people like you. We actually help the needy who are abandoned by their own families in the first district. They are people who worry about how much money they have left in their bank accounts or how to fit in a new place where they're all alone."

I shivered from the anger of why they couldn't understand my situation even though it seemed like we were from the same side. I was separated from my family too to be forcibly made to study in the first district from a young age. I was left in a new place all alone, thinking I was abandoned by my family until I looked through my memorila that revealed everything.

The only difference was how I never had to worry about the lack of money in my bank account as my parents filled my wallet with an allowance that I didn't have access to in other districts. While Luke's family paid for my tuition and put in an enormous amount of money into my bank account in the first district that I had never asked for.

The mansion wasn't a comfortable place for me. It was a large prison just like the school I attended. I didn't mind earning money on my own by working part-time, but there was no way I had the time or permission either way.

Why couldn't these people understand? Shouldn't they be happy in a way that they got to escape from the preplanned life of the people in the first district? Sometimes, Shelly and I exchanged our fantasies of what life would be like if we had the freedom to do what we desired.