"Master, how was it?" Atollie asked as I came back through the window.
"We became friends. I will protect her from everything. No harm will ever befall my little princess." I was firm on this. I planned to give her a system stone tomorrow. Then, I will power-level her like crazy. With this, my little wife will grow up much stronger than the rest. I can only hope it will work and not end up just being another shiny stone.
"I am happy for you." Atollie smiled as she rubbed my head. She has been doing that a lot since my rebirth. She has really become a second mother to me.
I slept in a bit the next day and did my normal everyday kid thing. It was only by afternoon that word came of the death of the village elder's grandson. I was currently standing in the front yard with my family swaying back and forth as if the things being said did not matter to me. "So how did he die?"
"He fell off the cliff and smashed into the rocks before hitting the ground. He did not come home last night, and we searched everywhere. Only when we thought to check the cliff did we find him half-eaten by a bunch of slimes. Everyone in the village is to attend the funeral." One of the villagers who like to suck up to the villager elder explained.
I couldn't hold back my snort. This, of course, made the villager mad. "Is there something wrong?"
"Nothing really... It's just that you want us to go to a funeral of a boy who went out of his way to always pick on me and call me names? Why should we care about such a person?" I asked coldly.
My father patted my head and nodded. "What my daughter said is right. Why should we be attending his funeral? He has caused nothing but problems for my daughter. He is lucky I did not break his legs myself. Seems karma kicked his ass off the cliff and sent him to visit the lower layers of hell."
"You! You dare curse a poor child who just died!?" The villager's eyes went wide. He was acting like we were the villains. But I can say this, I have no sympathy. Why should my family care about such a thing? He died *cough* on his own. This has nothing to do with my family.
"Hmm…. I have to ask you, Sander, did you have anything to do with his death?" The villager's words were loud, causing everyone who came to watch the show to begin gossiping about the possibility.
"Are you an idiot? In all of Wandermere, everyone knows I am an honest guy who never does despicable things. But here you are trying to say I am the cause of that little shit's death? I wish I was! I would have smashed his head open and tossed him into the village elder's house. He has no control over his grandson. And do not think I do not know what you all think of my daughter! I will not allow any of you to look down on my family. Even if you were to gang up and rush over here with pitchforks to try to raze my house to the ground, I guarantee that Wandermere will be missing quite a few households before even a strand of hair on my family is touched." My father is amazing as always.
The way he automatically jumps to his family's defense is what makes him a good man. I reached out and took his hand, and gave him a smile causing him to calm down a bit. "Mm…. No one in my family will be harmed, no matter what you try to convict us of. Do you even have any evidence that what you say is true? If you do not, then why are you standing in front of my house, wagging your tongue? We will not go to some stupid funeral for a bastard child who was never taught how not to hate someone."
"Little girls should learn to shut up!" The villager yelled out. I only sneered and waved my hand. A gust of wind suddenly appeared out of nowhere and sent the man flying back towards the village center. I turned and looked at my parents and said: "We should go finish the cookies!"
"Right! Cookies!" My mother snapped back to reality, but her eyes were locked on to me. "Faith, did you?"
"Hmm? I only crushed his legs and tossed him off the cliff. He was alive when he landed…." I admitted to it. Why would I need to lie? "Who told him to call me names every day?"
"Good!" My father shouted and began laughing. "That brat needed to be dealt with. While I will not condone you killing people all the time, I will say it is fine for you to defend yourself. Mental violence can be much worse than physical violence."
"Your father is right, but next time…. Faith, don't be so impulsive…." My mother sighed as she rubbed my head. I thought I was going to be fine, but before I knew it, my pants were pulled down, and my butt turned red!
"Mother!?" I yelled out, with tears in my eyes.
"Just because we are not mad about it, you still need to have some form of discipline! Do not do such things in the future. Tell us about it first if it is getting to that point! You are five years old and have blood on your hands!" My mother's red bottom technique seems to have grown in this timeline! Even with my defenses, she can easily make my butt hurt!
That night when I arrived at the castle, Adel was sitting on her balcony waiting for me. Her little face looked as if she would cry at any minute. But when she saw me, her eyes lit up, and she began waving at me frantically. As soon as I landed, she hugged me and pulled me inside. "Faith, I missed you! I wish you could have been with me during the day. But guess what! I saved some snacks from earlier so let's eat them and talk!"
