Chapter 1.1 - Encounter and farewell

Chapter 1.1 - Encounter and farewell

I dont know anything.Follow current novels at novelhall.com)

I dont know how to talk.

I dont know letters.

I cant read, I cant write, I cant speak.

I dont know any place other than the room Im in.

I dont know anyone other than the man I call father.

I dont know the outside world.

And I dont know the warmth of people.

I dont know my mother.

My mother had a difficult birth when she gave birth to me, and she died at the time of my birth.

My father is a very nice man in the eyes of the world.

He was kind to everyone, helped people a lot, and always lived life to the fullest.

He was also a man who cared about the world to a great extent.

The people around him were only aware of the degree to which he was strict about his status and rules, but from my perspective, it was abnormal.

He would even trample and throw away the lives of people other than himself with a smile on his face for the sake of the world.

Some of you may have noticed this from the flow of the story.

I have never been loved by my father.

He lost his beloved wife at the time when I was born.

This made my father perceive me as nothing more than a mother-killing abomination.

He instantly knew that the world would think him insane if he didnt take good care of the child she risked her life to give birth to, so he pretended to be kind to me when others were around, and usually left me to the care of a nanny who was hired for money.

As a baby, I didnt particularly care for her, but she had large breasts and was very beautiful.

And she was the only person who was truly kind to me.

That was until I developed something that looked like magic.

It was one day after I was born, when I was over three years old.

However, my father would stare at me with nothing but anger in his eyes and beat me and kick me until I could not move.

The world was told that I had done something to my nanny that would scar her for life, along with her disappearance, so she had disappeared, and I myself was locked in a room because even my own parents could not help me.

And that the only reason he didnt kill her was because his beloved wife left her to him.

Then every single person in the town I lived in, including those who didnt even know I had existed, hated me and called me the devils child.

The only friends and protectors I had been a cat with a long tail and beautiful fur that looked like a blue moon that I could sometimes see through the window coming in softly, and a pitch-black bird with three legs.

I later realized that the bird was what people call a crow.

I also learned from the bird that the cat was the size of a normal adult cat.

The relationship between me, the cat, and the bird is unknown to my father, who only comes to bring me food.

This is because they only visit me when he was not around.

The only food that comes to me is a glass of water and a piece of very hard bread called black bread.

Thats all I get in a day.

The bread is so small that it can fit in both of my small hands.

The only reason I am still able to age up to five years old is because the cat and the bird secretly gather nuts and berries for me.

Also, the bread was so hard that no matter how hard I tried, I could hardly eat it, so I barely finished it.

This led to me being beaten up again by my father.

My father would vent everything he didnt like about the town many times a day in the form of violence against me.

The bird told me that I should be able to listen and understand even if I couldnt speak.

The bird seems to be a rare species in this world, and it can speak human language.

The cat cant speak properly, but it can do everything with its tail.

When I was sick, the cat would make me medicine.

It could make simple concoctions.

It entertained me by making all sorts of shapes with its tail.

Hearts, surprise marks, wave marks, and so on.

So, even though I couldnt leave my room, couldnt move, and couldnt speak, only the cat and the bird were kind to me.