With half a heart of resentment and half a mind of bewilderment, Vincent grumbled and threw out his glasses.


I’m annoyed.
This little kid making a lot of noise—”


This punk is so proud that he hasn’t reflected on himself yet.


Luce, who was thinking hard as she looked at the glasses rolling on the grass, gestured to Vincent.
It was a gesture to bow down a little.


Normally, he would have ignored it and turned around, but he felt an irresistible power from today’s Luce. 


Like, for example, his older sister who went to work in the city a long time ago—


Luce approached Vincent’s ear, pretending not to win and losing.




“Huh? What did you just say—”


Vincent’s face suddenly turned pale while listening to Luce.




I, I’m sorry! I’m wrong! Whoa!”




“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’ll go soon!”


The children gave Luce the glasses and stared blankly at Vincent’s back as he ran away 


“What did you do, Luce? What did you do to Vincent like that?”


“Well, he’s afraid of cursing? I didn’t even swear a word.”


“Then how did you do it?”


“Are you curious? Do you want to hear it?”


Even the children who were frightened by the approaching Luce moved away from each other.
Luce laughed bitterly.


‘Oh, the hard work experience at work is useful at times like this.’


In her previous life, Luce worked for a health food company.


Because it was such a small company, she sometimes did customer counseling, and she was proud to have met all kinds of bad consumers, from people who cursed at the manufacturing date as the expiration date to people who said anything about her parents.


‘I know how to shake people’s minds better than anyone else.
Since I heard it a lot.
Well, I’ve lowered the level for kids, but I’m sure they’re scared, right?’


He said mean things, left the innocent child out, and instead of reflecting on himself, he even threw the glasses, so he needed to be given a strict lecture. 


‘Vincent is a late child, and he’s the son of a local government, so who’d say anything bad? I should save some energy in advance.’ (T/n : What I mean by late child here is someone born when their parents were a bit older, in their late years.) 


When Luce said that he should have been stopped, Dominic, who was watching from the sidelines, slowly backed away from the scene and looked around.



Everyone who was making noise left, leaving them alone.


Luce and an unknown boy.


‘He’s still like that.’


Luce, who wiped his glasses, approached the boy standing in the water as if he were still stuck.


“Okay, here.”


Even though she reached out her hand, the child was staring blankly at Luce’s face.
In the blink of an eye, Luce also faced him.


The child’s eyes, barely visible through his wet hair, were as red as Vincent had said.


But, far from being ominous, she just thought it was bright and pretty like a ruby.


By the way, why does he look at people’s faces so fondly?


Luce tilted her head as the silence of the child staring at her as if they were possessed by something grew longer.


‘Is his eyes very bad? Can’t he see I gave him the glasses?’


Luce shook his glasses in a more friendly tone.


“Hey, here are your glasses.
I wiped it clean.”




The boy looked down as if he had come to his senses.


The boy took the glasses from Luce’s hand.
The boy’s hands were trembling a little.


Luce, who was thinking about the reason for his trembling, made a ‘huh’ sound.


“Is it because you’re cold? You’ve been in the water all the time.
Do you have any clothes to change? Where is your house?”


The child’s thin, bloodless lips trembled as she rolled her eyes.


Luce waited patiently for the boy who hesitated to speak.


“It’s over— there.
Go up the hill to the mountain side.”


‘Wow, his voice is so nice.’


It was a low, watery voice, as if the speaker were underwater.
However, there was no time to be immersed in the appreciation.


“Up the hill, on the mountain side? Is there a house there— anyways, then get out quickly.
I’ll take you home.” 


“…Take me home?”




‘So how do I leave a child who is wet alone? It’s a big deal if you get hypothermia.’ 


The boy hesitated whether he knew Luce’s mind or not. 


It seems that Chelsea’s impatient personality has come to her.
Or maybe she’s just worried about this innocent-looking kid.


Luce picked up a thick book lying on the grass and gently grabbed the boy’s wrist, the owner of the book.


‘Oh, it’s cold.’


“Let’s go.
You’ll catch a cold if you do this.”


Luce said so and went ahead.


Luce’s warmth spread slowly over the boy’s pale wrist.


The boy’s cheek, which saw the caught wrist once and Luce’s small back once, slowly turned red. 


“…Thank you.”


He said it very little, but the girl named Luce seemed to understand everything.


A cheerful, pleasant laugh sounded like a song.
It was nice to hear, and the boy couldn’t help but smile. 


It was the first time for the boy.

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