《Finding You Who Abandoned Me》 Chapter 1 TW// SUI*CIDE (Calliope¡¯s POV) A day when all humans except me feel blessed. The sky is so blue that it makes my eyes squint and the sun rises higher than ever. A day when the God who is cruel only to me shines and takes care of all the other life on earth. Yes, a day when everyone but me is drunk with joy, raising their voices with joy and praising the human heroes. *** Calliope¡¯s hair, as white as a sick person, fluttered in the wind. Standing on top of the capital¡¯s tallest bell tower, she looked down at the human heroes, smiling brightly as if fragments of the sun had fallen. Calliope¡¯s eyes, which were red, gently curved with anger. The hatred and tears within me have all flowed and burned down over the past two years. Now I don¡¯t even have the energy to hate anyone. Calliope lifted her head and looked at the sky. The snow falling is cold in the white light. The reason the tears that had dried up have now started to flow again must be because her eyes were blinded by the light.The white light reflected in the stagnant tears makes her look like she is suffering. After the tears started pouring down her cheeks, her child-like appearance disappeared. It has been two years since those who received the trust of God returned after defeating the Demon King. August was the month when the sun was the hottest, but the light was hot and warm as if it were caressing them.The parade will start from the entrance of the capital and will continue to the bell tower of the temple built in the center of the capital square. Since it was the same on last year¡¯s anniversary, Calliope¡¯s plan is not going to go wrong. Even from a distance, their expressions were clearly visible. Most of the sadness from two years ago has disappeared, and Calliope, who used to smile brightly at people and wished for their blessings with all her heart, finally started laughing. He didn¡¯t come back, but you all are laughing here. Unjust hatred, wanting to tear their innocent bodies to pieces, twisting in her stomach. My man, my love never came back and you¡¯re laughing out loud there. ¡°Isaac.¡± Calliope called his name after a long time. Isaac, one of the main characters of the oracle who had to leave to subjugate the Demon King, and her fianc¨¦. Isaac confessed that he betrayed her and fell in love with the saint. She was unfamiliar with the cold eyes looking at her, and he turned and knelt in front of the saint, leaving her frozen. His coldness suffocated her, so she grabbed the hem of her dress and ran away. My love who betrayed me, Isaac Esteban. ¡°You left me and now you lost everything and they also seem to have forgotten you.¡± Calliope hated it. If he hadn¡¯t been the main character of the oracle, he wouldn¡¯t have met with the imperial saint, and he wouldn¡¯t have betrayed her. If he wanted to betray her that much ,he should have at least returned. I fell in love so deeply that I couldn¡¯t forget the long days I spent with him.. Even now, even after I was betrayed, I can¡¯t forget him. Those of you who were chosen by him, you must not smile as if you have already forgotten him. I had to struggle much more in the depths of sorrow. ¡°Stupid.¡± The words that were uttered in a single voice were not only to him who no longer exists, but also to herself at the same time. I wish I could forget about a man who said he didn¡¯t love me and went to another woman and lived happily ever after. I wish I could forget whether he died or not and live happily. Silly Calliope standing on the bell tower while holding onto him in her memory, buried in the past with him. Silly Calliope. Even as she repeated her self-deprecating words over and over again, her legs, standing firmly, did not leave the seat. The parade finally reached under the bell tower. Saint Clementia with red hair that burns like a flame. Ansgar, the first prince of the Empire, with blonde hair that looks like it was made with a handful of sunlight, and Wolfgang, a knight with dark brown hair that looks like it was made from the warmest soil of the soil that had rained. Calliope took a step towards the edge. I know it¡¯s not their fault. Nevertheless, there is no way to control her mind, which is full of terrible resentment. The only life on earth that hates the heroes whom the world loves, Calliopeanastas, a foolish woman who has no power or ability, just betrayed by her loved ones, will leave with a small stain on their lives. ¡°I don¡¯t have the power to bring you back or take revenge, so I have no choice but to leave.¡± When the saint stood on the podium under the bell tower and the two heroes stood by her side, when the eyes of the people gathered in the square were on them, ¡°I¡¯m glad the weather is nice.¡± When the large bell behind her began to ring strongly as if to burst her ear, Calliope¡¯s feet stepped out of the edge of the floor and into the air. There was a strong wind that was as if trying to hold her back. Deng, deng, deng. (Clementia¡¯s POV) The bell started ringing, set to commemorate the heroes¡¯ second year. Clementia, a woman loved by many at the center, stood at the highest place under the bell tower under the escort of the Imperial Crown Prince. The warm sun shining down upon them as if to bless them. The crowds are full of bright energy at a glance. ¡®It¡¯s a scene we made.¡¯ ¡®We are the ones who protected humans and their loved ones from the continental disaster that comes once every 500 years.¡¯ Now, two years after she returned from subjugating the Demon King, the overwhelming feeling that had been suppressed has finally emerged. The first year was spent treating injuries and mourning and longing for a lost colleague. Even if they comforted people around them, they could not bring them out who had sank. Isaac, a life-and-death colleague who gave his life to create the world it is today. The knight who offered his sword to saint Clementia. Clementia looked up at the sky. It was so bright that tears of longing and mourning started flowing down her beautiful green eyes. The weather is nice. It was so good. Like trying to take care of humans, bless them, and brighten their path. ¡°I¡¯m glad the weather is nice.¡± It¡¯s a good day to shake off the lingering attachment to the dead. At her words, the two men standing next to each other smiled slowly and at that moment, bang! The dull noise grazed unpleasantly into the murmur of the happy day. An unidentified liquid splashed on Clementia¡¯s face. A few seconds of silence, as if promised. And screams that started to explode all at once, like a scene from a play. Clementia¡¯s fingertips began to tremble all over. Her gaze looking up at the sky could not be lowered because of fear. ¡®I think I just saw something. I felt something in front of me, a hand grabbing my shoulder and pulling me off the podium.¡¯ ¡°Don¡¯t look down!¡± Wolfgang¡¯s urgent voice was heard, but Clementia inadvertently lowered her gaze. And she ended up seeing the scene where she wanted to deny what was happening. ¡°She is.¡± The front of the pure white podium prepared for Clementia was dyed red. She touched her own cheek, and a red liquid tinged with her lukewarm temperature was smeared on it. More blood pours out through the crushed head after hitting the floor. White clothes, white hair, white skin. Everything didn¡¯t seem real. Clementia knows her. A woman she¡¯s always been guilty of. Isaac, who is now dead, his fianc¨¦e Calliope, betrayed by her own knight. She has now fallen in front of her. ¡®She fell in front of me?¡¯ A half-distorted face, a miserable body that reveals the impact of touching the floor. A muddy wreckage unable to even tell what is what. ¡°Aaaah!¡± Clementia belatedly started screaming at her. As she screams as if she is getting choked, she begins to hear the noises around her. Wolfgang hugs her while she is screaming to calm her down. Ansgarh¡¯s sharp shout calling for a kingdom knight urgently. The square was in chaos after seeing a corpse in a terrible shape. Screams, cries, and grunts. The square, which was like heaven, began to distort in a disorderly manner. Clementia gasped, but she couldn¡¯t take her eyes off Calliope¡¯s corpse. It was a good day as if God had given her permission to be happy now because she suffered for a year. And that year only she, as if matching the wind, earth, sky and sunlight, fell from the sky as if to ridicule her at her reassurance on hoping for a perfect day. ¡®Are you trying to forget?¡¯ Calliope¡¯s voice, which she had never heard before, resonated in her head clearly. How dare you pretend as if Isaac doesn¡¯t exist who betrayed me because of you, and the blood that is flowing comes down the floor toward Clementia. No, no. Struggling back in Wolfgang¡¯s arms, the plump lips that had smiled broadly just moments ago let out a scream, and she began to cry with the voice that whispered that it was a good day. The tears that glistened with longing were stained with fear and sin. The day, when everyone started to wish for their happiness, quickly turned into malice. On the hottest and warmest day of the year, Calliope Anastas fell like a devil caught among the angels. If she was alive after falling down and only broke her whole body, she would have laughed at this chaos. Unfortunately, her last breath has long since passed. Calliope of that world killed herself like that. * * * (Calliope¡¯s POV) I opened my eyes. My mind, which was not fully awake, could not think properly. What was I doing? Calliope, who was blinking slowly, pulled off the old blanket in the cold wind. The wooden wall, which was about to collapse, rattled uneasily every time the wind penetrated. The sky could be seen in the distance through the half-broken shutters barely attached to the windows. Dawn, as the sun is just rising, a whitish sun shines over the mountain peaks. Chapter 2 ¡°Ah¡­ l.¡± Calliope fell asleep without realizing it. The cold wind blowing through the cracks in the broken shutters touched her on the face. She took a deep breath in the cold chilly air and clenched the old duvet, which she had drawn like a habit. As if waking up from a long dream, there was a sensation of being stabbed by a sharp blade in her hazy head. This is the house where she lived as a child. ¡®Is this a dream?¡® She put down the dirty quilt and looked down at her hands. Her hands were dry. Doubting her own eyes, she clenched and opened her fists. The movement of her hands and the sensation of her skinny hands were overly realistic. ¡®Which one is the dream?¡® Suspicious of her own incident, she raised her head, and heard someone coughing next to her. Her confusion stopped when she heard the cough. Turning her head towards the source of the sound, she saw her mother sleeping on a coarse bed made of straw. Fluffy white blonde hair, a face that is completely sick with hollowed cheeks. She looked down at her mother, who was coughing in her sleep. She knew this scene very well. Her mother, who is lying down and coughing repeatedly without realizing it will soon¡­ ¡°Cough, cough¡­.¡± She¡¯ll vomit blood. The dirty quilt was stained with the blood she spit. Calliope already knew her mother wouldn¡¯t be able to get up. Soon the frozen body began to gasp. Her body, which had not trembled even in the cold, trembled. I grabbed my hair with my dry, ugly hands. What¡¯s this? What¡¯s going on? The confusion suddenly pushed in as if the head, which had been frozen by the cold wind, was awakened by her mother¡¯s cough. She morbidly scratched her head and pulled out clumps of hair in her hands. Seeing her knee length hair, Calliope opened her eyes wide. The fallen hair was white like an old sick person¡¯s. The colour she got while waiting for Isaac who betrayed her and left. She realized later that she had returned to the past. There was no need to worry about when. It¡¯s the last winter she spent with her mother, just one year before entering the Marquess. When she was 12. She let out an exasperated laugh. Calliope turned her tired eyes to look at her mother, whose chin was covered in blood. She reached out and wiped the bloodstains with her sleeves, which was as dirty as the quilt. She doesn¡¯t know how it happened, but she has returned to the past, to the day of the morning her mother died. After a brief chaos and easy abandonment, Calliope got up from her seat and looked around the stove where the embers were still burning. As the embers came to life a little through the air, the dry branches placed next to them were gently pushed in. Half of the water was boiled in a brass pot that was the only one in the house, and the other half was placed next to the crushed basin and placed next to the bed. The boiling water was poured into a bowl of cold water and mixed. She dragged the chair she had picked up on the roadside long ago and sat down, wetted the cleanest cloth, and carefully wiped away her mother¡¯s sweat and bloodstains. Calliope¡¯s mother, Etiel, was the eldest daughter of Baron Hubert. A woman who was thrown out by her own family after the divorce with Calliope¡¯s father, Marquis Anastas. Her mother was the daughter of a poor baron and baroness who only had greed, but she fell in love with her father, Ilran, and married him. Naturally, the elders of the Marquis family didn¡¯t treat her nicely, and they always ridiculed her by making snide remarks. She thought it would be a little better when she will have children. The mother endured with that thought and finally gave birth to her first child. As soon as the pregnancy was announced, the bullying stopped. It meant that the successor of the Marquis family in the belly is important, although the unsatisfactory daughter-in-law is not important. And she gave birth to Calliope. As soon as it was confirmed that the first child was a daughter, the bullying intensified. After being able to recover, Etiel was expelled from her parents home after the Marquis notified her of their divorce. However, as the Marquis no longer supported her, Baron Hubert said, ¡°I¡¯m ashamed of my divorced daughter,¡± and took the alimony and drove her to a shabby house in the corner of the estate. Even though Etiel was kicked out of the family, she did not despair and raised Calliope by doing what she could. But what could a noble young-ae, who had never done anything bad, be able to do? As the time passed, and she became more proficient at her work, her body began to weaken. She was also a weak person. She did not only have one illness because of her weakened body, she suffered from all kinds of diseases. But it was the first time she had ever seen her vomit blood. The past Calliope barely calmed down, picked up her thin old clothes, put them on, and then went to call Aunt Solita next door, who often helped her mother. When she and Solita came home, her mother had vomited one more time, and Calliope had just started crying at the fact that there was another adult by her side so she would help her. Solita was taken aback by Etiel¡¯s condition and began to boil water and take care of her, but her condition did not improve. Both Calliope¡¯s family and Solita¡¯s family were poor. Because it was an exceptionally harsh winter, there was no work given, and the money they had in hand gradually ran out. It was their lucky day if they even got one meal a day. Calliope, who had only tears in her eyes, rubbed her face violently and stood up from her seat. ¡°Madam, take care of my mother. I¡¯ll be back from the baron¡¯s house.¡± Etiel never hid whose daughter Calliope was, and what kind of people her parents and father were. So she went to Baron Hubert with the feeling of grabbing at least a few medicine for her mother. The baron¡¯s estate was very small, but their house was so tucked away in a corner of the estate that it took half a day for the child to walk. Calliope walked nonstop to the baron¡¯s house without eating anything, but the guard at the mansion did not let her in and neither told the baron about the little girl. But she couldn¡¯t go back that way. The young Calliope sat down on her knees in front of the mansion¡¯s front door, crying incessantly. She endured, saying that she won¡¯t go back until he calls someone. Even after evening and night, no one came out of the mansion. Her hands, feet, and cheeks were all frozen and her whole body trembled, but she stayed still, and the next morning, the butler of the baron¡¯s mansion came out to meet Calliope. ¡°Your mother is no longer part of the baron¡¯s family, so I can¡¯t help you. Please go back.¡± But only rejection came back, which hurt more than hands and feet that were frozen and swollen all night, she grabbed him by the hem of his trousers. ¡°Please, just this once. I won¡¯t forget your generosity. My mom is very sick. Please help me.¡± She begged again, tears streaming down her frozen cheeks, but Calliope was eventually dragged away by the guards and thrown away. It hurt so much. On the shriveled ground, she groaned and cried. No one held out a hand. It was her mother¡¯s dead body that greeted Calliope, who had barely recovered and returned home. She heard the sound of vomiting again. Calliope woke up from her thoughts and once again wiped the blood that her mother had vomited. A translucent red color mixes into the warm clean water. ¡°This time, I can at least protect my mother¡¯s last moments.¡± She said, while wiping away the smeared blood. Solita later told her that her mother died on the evening of Calliope¡¯s departure. It was the middle of winter, so she wouldn¡¯t be able to gather herbs, and she also didn¡¯t have money, so she couldn¡¯t take her to the doctor. All Calliope can do is try to protect Etiel, her mother. Time passed like that. The mother¡¯s breathing became slower and slower, and her body became colder than a sheet of ice. The body temperature did not rise even after wiping off the sweat by boiling water several times from a well in the village. Calliope felt that her death was approaching. Outside the broken windowpane, as the color of the sky changed little by little, she could feel the passing of time painfully. She held her mother¡¯s weak hand, which had hardened in the cold wind, with both hands and pressed it to her cheek. ¡®I have to say that I am fortunate, because it is something I had already experienced once, so no tears came out. Her hands were colder than my cold cheeks. At least she is breathing comfortably, so it¡¯s ok. I¡¯m glad.¡¯ At that moment, the hand on her cheek twitched. Calliope, who had lowered her gaze, raised her head in surprise. ¡°¡­ Calliope.¡± ¡°Oh, mother. Are you awake?¡± According to Solita, her mother died without ever regaining consciousness. However, Etiel¡¯s dry eyelids lifted, revealing her friendly brown eyes. ¡°My daughter.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t say anything. I will bring you water.¡± She was about to get up from her seat in bewilderment hearing the cracking voice, but a dry hand grabbed her hand. Strong enough to not know where this power is coming from. Calliope stood tall. Her brown eyes were staring straight at her with urgency and sorrow. She lost strength in her legs and sat back down on the chair. Ah, ah, the end is coming. Her last moment was approaching. ¡°I¡¯m sorry¡­ ¡­ .¡± ¡°No. Don¡¯t be. It is not your fault.¡± ¡°I wasn¡¯t able to do anything. I¡­ I¡¯m such a horrible mother.¡± ¡°No. Don¡¯t say that please.¡± ¡°Until the end, I can¡¯t even protect you.¡± Etiel knew it too, that her end is approaching, that there is not much time left. She held Calliope¡¯s hand preciously and sadly. The dry hands were visibly trembling. Calliope grabbed her hand tightly so that it wouldn¡¯t come loose. ¡°The, the world, even if it¡¯s hard¡­ ¡­ .¡± Her voice already sounded of the dead. ¡°Survive, please, stay alive¡­ ¡­ .¡± Calliope focused all her attention on her mother¡¯s voice. Not a single syllable should be missed. But before she could finish her words, before Calliope opened her mouth to answer, suddenly, the hand lost its strength. In novel books I¡¯ve read in the past, it said, death is a slow process. As if the soul was disconnected from the body, as if trying to appease those who watched. Translator : Disha Proofreaders : Magic Turtle, Jasmine Chapter 3 But death in reality did not. As if it were in a hurry, the strength was lost in an instant, and the dry eyelids, which were shaking, stopped as if frozen. ¡°Oh, n- no.¡± Tears did not come out. My mother¡¯s death was something I¡¯ve experienced once. Contrary to Solita¡¯s words that she didn¡¯t open her eyes and was out of breath without any pain or difficulties, the reason why my mother opened her eyes this time was not due to God¡¯s mercy. When my mother had opened her eyes Solita must have been unable to tell Calliope that the last appearance of my mother was looking for her because she knew the weight of the guilt Calliope would feel for not being there. I looked at her skinny face, which was no longer warm. Calliope didn¡¯t even notice that she wasn¡¯t breathing. The wind blew through the shutters. Like an envoy to pick up my mother¡¯s soul. Calliope was hit in the face by the wind and looked up. The sun was setting. The sky, which had been red like the blood of living things, gradually darkened. As if to signal the end of someone¡¯s life. Hot liquid ran down my cold cheeks. ¡°¡­ Mom.¡± There have been times when people have picked up the saying that the sense of hearing is alive for a very short time after death. She opened her mouth to say the last words she could not bear to say to her. ¡°ah.¡± A cry of grief and despair ensued. A cry that is like a scream echoes through the old, worn-out wooden house. The sun has gone down completely. The embers of the simple stove, which was barely left in the dark house, shone. Calliope, who jumped from the bell tower, returned to the morning of the day her mother died. Calliope cried and shouted. God has never been on her side. Seriously, not once. * * * Solita woke up early in the morning and was cleaning the house when she heard a knock. There are no customers who will come this early, is it Etiel? She was worried because she wasn¡¯t feeling well recently, but she thought she got better. The broom in her hand leaned against the table and she approached the door and asked. ¡°Who is it?¡± ¡°Aunt Solita.¡± Contrary to my expectations, it was Calliope, not Etiel.The voice of a 12-year-old child this early in the morning was so hoarse that it was cracking like a dry, drought-stricken land. Solita felt a rush of anxiety rushing in. I opened the door and found Calliope standing right in front of the door. ¡°Aunt.¡± And I was speechless when I saw Etiel¡¯s beloved little daughter. Calliope stayed up all night holding her mother¡¯s hands, which had cooled down. She stayed in the same place without doing anything until the sun set ,the night came and the sun rose again. It was not until the new day emerged that Calliope stood up from her place where she was seating. She couldn¡¯t stay like this forever. The sweet and kind Solita will help her again this time. ¡°I want to hold my mother¡¯s funeral.¡± Solita couldn¡¯t even respond to what she said and distorted her expression with dismalness. Obviously, the platinum blonde hair that had been shining just like Etiel until yesterday was now coloured white. Her red eyes, which had become cloudy as if they had followed my mother¡¯s soul, were tanned as black as hell. ¡°Help me.¡± Solita embraced the young, thin body. It was so sad that this young girl came to see her mother¡¯s end all alone . Even as Solita swallowed her tears, Calliope stared into the air with black and red eyes. Her tears really burned out that night. And she reflected on her mother¡¯s last words. Survive, that one word. With the help of the villagers, Calliope held the funeral of her mother, Etiel. It snowed throughout the funeral, and the cries continued intermittently. The child¡¯s year passed quickly. * * * ¡°Calliope, over there!¡± ¡°Yes!¡± When Dalton¡¯s urgent voice pointed to one side, Calliope sprinted forward with her leather-shoes feet. The white rabbits started running away from her in the opposite direction, but Dalton¡¯s arrow quickly crashed into the rabbit¡¯s body. Calliope didn¡¯t stop even while watching the beast squawking down. ¡°Dalton! One more step!¡± ¡°I know!¡± The rabbits rushed to Calliope and ran towards Dalton. Like a skilled hunter, he fired arrows in a row, and all but one shot hit. The red blood of rabbits was scattered over the white snow. Calliope stopped breathing in a shaky breath. ¡°How many did you catch?¡± ¡°Well, let¡¯s see. One, two, three. Four in total.¡± ¡°Wow, you catched a lot.¡± ¡°There are definitely more catches than yesterday.¡± Village hunter Dalton picked up the dead rabbits one by one. Today is the day Calliope goes hunting with Dalton. On Mondays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays, she hunted with Dalton, and on Thursdays, Fridays, and Saturdays, she learned self-defense from Dora, the only blacksmith in town. Come and read on our website wuxia worldsite. Thanks Dalton, who had picked up all four rabbits, took two and put the other two in Calliope¡¯s hands. ¡°Thank you. I¡¯ll give one to aunt Solita.¡± ¡°Solita wouldn¡¯t blame you if you ate both.¡± ¡°That¡¯s true, but how can I do that? She treated me with porridge the other day.¡± ¡°The porridge made with dried grass? It wouldn¡¯t have tasted good.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll give it to Solita, and that¡¯s for sure.¡± ¡°What? No, no!¡± Calliope came down from the mountain with a chuckle. It didn¡¯t snow as much as last year, but it was enough to sink her ankles. Fortunately, it rained a lot this summer and the weather was good, so few crops grew well, and the number of rabbits living in the mountains increased, so she was able to live without being hungry. With Dalton, she practiced archery in the morning and went hunting in the afternoon, and the sun was already setting slowly. ¡°It looks like it will snow tonight. Just go in today.¡± ¡°Okay. Goodbye, Dalton.¡± When Calliope, who usually greets ¡®see you next time¡¯ greeted him differently, Dalton felt a little puzzled, but thought nothing of it and waved to Calliope. Calliope grabbed two rabbits and ran to the house of Solita, who was next door. ¡°Solita!¡± With a bang instead of a knock, Solita, who was cleaning, opened the door. ¡°You are getting stronger day by day.¡± ¡°Haha. So, here¡¯s the rabbit I caught today. Take one.¡± ¡°Oh, again? It¡¯s okay if you don¡¯t do this every time.¡± ¡°You gave me porridge last time. It was delicious.¡± Solita snorted when Calliope lied without . ¡°The porridge didn¡¯t taste good to me either.¡± Calliope burst into laughter. She turned her back to return home after delivering the rabbit, and Solita looked at Calliope with pride. ¡°When did you grow up like that?¡± Calliope, who is now 13 years old, is almost an inch taller than last year and was over 150cm. Her mother, Etiel, wasn¡¯t short either, so she could be taller. When Calliope went to her house, Solita also closed the door. Calliope shut the door and boiled hot water. With the knife that Dora had given her, she began to skin the hunted rabbit and cut the meat. It¡¯s winter, so it won¡¯t go bad easily, but if you don¡¯t take care of it and dry it in advance, you can¡¯t eat it for a long time. Calliope, who was making fun of her hand with that thought in mind, suddenly stopped acting. ¡°Oh, I won¡¯t be able to eat this for a long time.¡± She is leaving town this Sunday. It was the reason she said her last goodbye to Dalton earlier. Calliope, who had been hesitating, moved her hand again as if she was lost in her thoughts. After she prepared the meat, she can deliver it to Solita when I leave. In fact, she wanted to leave quietly without notifying anyone, but there was no way she couldn¡¯t have noticed the commotion in Solita¡¯s house next door. Let¡¯s meet her again for the last time and then leave. She should also do the same thing to other people in the village. Calliope finished cleaning the organs and meat, and washed her hands with the cold water . ¡°It was a year that wasn¡¯t as bad as I thought.¡± So much so that I think it¡¯s okay to stay with the villagers here. After her mother died, the villagers took turns taking care of Calliope. Dalton the hunter, Dora, the only blacksmith in town, and Solitta next door took great care of her. ¡®I still can¡¯t stay here. Let¡¯s leave without any regrets.¡¯ After entering as a marquise, he never visited the village again. Rumors that a noble girl lived in poverty, worked, and socialized with the common people were a huge flaw, so the family did not allow her to interact with the villagers at all. And she must have a reason to return to the Marquis family. ¡®Isaac.¡¯ The man she thought was the only one who understood her and who she thought was stronger than anyone else. Until the saint came, she was the only one who he looked at and regarded her as his whole world. Neither the past nor the present self knew why he changed his mind in an instant, but it doesn¡¯t really matter now. Now that she has returned, no one can take him away from her. Read latest Chapters at Wuxia World . Site Only ¡°I¡¯m going to make it like that.¡± Calliope was going to do anything to make him completely her own. Calliope murmured, holding the blood-soaked quilt, her mother¡¯s only relic. ¡°I¡¯ll not miss him this time. Never, never¡­¡­.¡± Proofreader : Jasmine Chapter 4 FINDING YOU WHO ABANDONED ME The next day, Calliope headed to Dora¡¯s shop, a former member of a thriving mercenary corps who had settled in the village with her husband. Whenever drunk, Dora would complain that settling in this town was the stupidest decision of her life. To be honest, Baron Hubert who governs the territory is terrible. He does not make any effort for the estate, does not lower the tax rate, and if the citizens have trouble getting food then they need to pay to fill their stomachs. Although people were reluctant to gossip about Baron Hubert in front of Calliope, Dora did not hesitate to swear at him and neither did Calliope stop her. All of her swears were true so she didn¡¯t stop her. ¡°Dora, hello!¡± ¡°You are here?¡± When I arrived at the blacksmith¡¯s shop, Dora and the blacksmith¡¯s staff were moving a large box. When Calliope stood up and tried to help, Dora waved her hand. ¡°Stop it. You¡¯ll get hurt. Your strength may have gotten a lot stronger but it is not enough to carry this.¡± ¡°Is that the spearhead you asked for in the next town?¡± ¡°Yeah, it seems that the number of times the monsters appear are increasing. I was a little overworked because I wanted this task to be done quickly.¡± Calliope turned her eyes towards the forest while listening to Dora¡¯s words. In the forests of the territories on the outskirts, monsters often appeared. Fortunately, no monsters have appeared in this village yet, but the news that monsters have been found in nearby villages is increasing. She knew why. Seven years later, the Demon King will be resurrected after 500 years. ¡°Then do you have any work today?¡± ¡° Yes, anyways, let¡¯s practise swords while you¡¯re here.¡± ¡°What do I have to use a sword for?¡± ¡°The number of demons is increasing. Your house is on the outskirts, so you never know¡­¡± ¡°Well, alright.¡± Dora steadily taught Calliope the skills she had used when she was in the mercenary corps under the guise of self-defense. Though Calliope pretended not to be pleased, but more than anything she actively engaged in the training. ¡®The more, the better¡¯. Dora loaded all the boxes onto the carriage to the next village and took Calliope to the village¡¯s vacant lot. As soon as she arrived at the vacant lot, Calliope held a wooden sword that had been made coarse by cutting thick branches. Calliope¡¯s arm-length wooden sword was something Dora had made for her. She said, ¡°had my husband been alive, he would have been able to teach the sword more seriously. I don¡¯t know much except the basic survival techniques.¡± ¡°You were a mercenary, right? What did you use other than a sword?¡± ¡°I used Mace.¡± ¡°Mace? That hammer-like thing?¡± ¡°It¡¯s different from a hammer ¡°It seems to suit you.¡± ¡°Sometimes I would use an axe.¡± Calliope snorted. ¡°So you told me to swing an axe only for firewood because of that.¡± ¡°Thank god, it¡¯s no longer a job to cut a human head with an axe, is it?¡± Calliope smiled while Dora unwrapped her arms and lowered her posture. ¡°Yes? I don¡¯t know about a small animal¡¯s head, but a human head is too much?¡± After teaching her how to hold a sword and catch a few herbivores whilst wielding a sword, she started training her to attack using a sword while she defends. It ended only when Calliope hit Dora with her wooden sword or when she ran out of stamina. Calliope immediately spurted her hands and rushed at Dora. ¡°Hey, I don¡¯t think you lack talent.¡± Dora said while leisurely dodging the wooden sword that Calliope¡¯s strike, who didn¡¯t even touch her collar, let alone hit her, but it was something that Dora always said. Calliope didn¡¯t stop, she turned around and swung the wooden sword at Dora again. ¡°If I had talent, then I would have guessed your moves sooner!¡± ¡°No, this is fine in a year. You¡¯re even better than the recruits who joined the mercenaries.¡± ¡°You¡¯re not a sword genius, are you?¡± ¡°No, I¡¯m not.¡± Dora moved away from Calliope¡¯s trajectory to the point that she had started getting annoyed. Come and read on our website wuxia worldsite. Thanks Dora had made a name for herself as a mercenary and it was certainly not a bluff. Dora thought as she saw Calliope running at her. ¡¯Certainly not a genius. However, if taught properly, she seems to be able to earn her share.¡¯ She probably inherited the smarts from Etiel and fortunately has very good stamina unlike Etiel who was weak. It¡¯s probably because she¡¯s been hardworking from a young age. Lately, she¡¯s been hunting and has gained stamina. Dora hoped that Calliope would be able to keep herself in good shape. White hair fluttering while doing the swift movements caught her eyes. Although she was white as if she had a disease, young Calliope was beautiful nonetheless. It was also the reason Dora was teaching the child about swords in the name of self-defence. ¡°There is only one thing you lack in my opinion.¡± Dora said leisurely towards Calliope, who is now slowly gasping. ¡°Although you work hard in training, yet you have no goals.¡± Calliope moved after Dora, sweating despite the winds blowing in the vacant lot. ¡°You have no reason to swing your sword to death.¡± Calliope, who was constantly moving while listening to Dora¡¯s voice, was getting more annoyed. She was following Dora¡¯s teachings with all her might. What am I supposed to do here? While her vision was blurred by sweat, Dora¡¯s voice was heard once again. ¡°Think of the goals you must achieve. Imagine that your blade reaches there.¡± Dora spat out the words which she used to use to teach the newcomers in her mercenary corps without much expectation. Those who joined the mercenaries at a young age had various saddening life stories. But for Calliope. She grew up in a secluded country village, so her story would probably be about the loss of her mother at an early age. After thinking about her past for a moment, Dora¡¯s gaze returned to reality and found Calliope. Her red eyes were running towards her. As she tried to avoid her as usual, Dora felt her alienation. The child was faster and closer than usual. She tried to back away from the alienation and the wooden sword. But Calliope, much smaller than Dora, was one step faster. ¡°Oh, my!¡± ¡®Oh, I did get stronger.¡¯ Dora stopped the wooden sword and thought, shaking her tingling arms, she stepped down and burst into laughter when she saw Calliope with round eyes. The sense of alienation that she thought she felt for a moment has long since disappeared. ¡°Did I get it wrong?¡± ¡°It¡¯s okay, are you okay?¡± It was not until the wooden sword was dropped that Calliope, approaching, looked around Dora¡¯s forearm. Fortunately, it was a child¡¯s power, so she didn¡¯t think there was a problem with the bone, but the skin seemed to be bruised. ¡°You got it right¡± ¡°No, is that the problem now? You¡¯re hurt!¡± ¡°It¡¯d get better if I put saliva on it.¡± ¡°Dora!¡± ¡°You nag like my mom. Since you got it right, today¡¯s training is over. We¡¯ve met the urgent delivery deadline, so we¡¯d better just rest at home this week.¡± ¡°You must go and treat it!¡± ¡°All right, all right.¡± Calliope, who was watching Dora¡¯s back as she put one hand in her pocket and waved the other hand away, sighed deeply, and picked up the wooden sword she had thrown. I¡¯m glad it¡¯s wood that makes a wooden sword in the first place, and it¡¯s a little soft because of the moisture. Calliope, who was exhausted, walked furiously. Dora¡¯s words made her lose her mind for a moment. ¡®I got too stirred up.¡¯ Calliope clicked her tongue. All she could call her goal was her fianc¨¦ who gave her everything and then took away everything at once and disappeared, but in fact, there was someone else who needed to reach the tip of her knife right away. ¡®There is one person I need to go back to the capital and take care of right away.¡¯ This is one of the hardships that I will face when I return to the marquis. My closest enemy. The one who had a profound influence on the expulsion of my mother from the marquis house, and who isolated her as a child into the family with unprovoked malice and insisted on breaking up her fianc¨¦, Isaac. ¡°Ditron Anastas.¡± He was the uncle of the current marquis. A shameless old man sitting in the mansion while wielding her father, who inherited the title of marquis at a young age after the former marquis couple died in an accident¡­ Calliope had no intention of giving up anything in this life. * * * The remaining date passed by in the blink of an eye and finally, the day of the marquis¡¯ visit came. She calmed herself down and had the morning as usual as possible. For her to wash, she fetched water and washed, and ate by mixing a few pieces of dried meat and wheat to make something like porridge. Read latest Chapters at Wuxia World . Site Only Calliope, who had filled her stomach, looked at the broken shutters that had not yet been repaired. The sun had risen early, but it had snowed all morning and the sky was overcast. It was the same color as the day her mother died. Calliope sat on a straw bed and was lost in thought. From today on her way back to Marquis, she had to constantly calculate and manipulate the events that were coming to her. First of all, it was most urgent to deal with Ditron Anastas, but some things had to be prepared in advance while looking far away. Right now. Editor : Not Noman Proof reader : Jasmine Chapter 5 So, after checking out her hair again, Calliope realized that this was the reality and she had gone back in time. Calliope raised her head at the sound which shattered her thoughts. A gentle knock was coming from the worn-out door. Knowing who was outside the door, she quietly approached and opened the door. Against the cloudy sky, a man with black eyes stood in clean clothes. He twitched his eyebrows for a moment as if in bewilderment when the child opened the door without asking a question, but then asked calmly. ¡°I came here after hearing that Etiel Hubert lives here.¡± Calliope looked up at him with red eyes filled with subtle emotions and said. ¡°She passed away last year.¡± ¡°What?¡± The man¡¯s face was distorted with genuine embarrassment. ¡°I¡¯m Calliope, Etiel¡¯s daughter. You look like a servant of the nobility. What¡¯s the matter?¡± The man presumed to be the servant of the Marquis Anastas hesitated for a few more seconds without saying a word, and then heaved a deep sigh. He came to make a deal with Etiel Hubert under the orders of the Marquis, but he felt a brief headache that the trader had already died. ¡°The young Hubert is dead¡­ I didn¡¯t know that.I will visit you again later.¡± Calliope glanced at the man, who had a troubled look on his face, and rummaged through her past memories for a moment. She lived in Solita¡¯s house, and at that time, he saw the already vacant house and Solita found the troubled opponent first. She questioned her identity as if to warn a suspicious man standing in front of her house, and he identified himself to reassure her. Of course, after he identified himself, he was rather treated more coldly. ¡°Calliope, come here.¡± As I was recalling about her, I heard Solita¡¯s voice like a ghost. Maybe she saw the shiny carriage out of the window. Calliope glanced over the carriage he was riding in with indifferent eyes. It wasn¡¯t just a carriage worth giving to the servants. When I was young, I thought that all nobles rode such carriages, but when you think about it, that is not the case. Perhaps he deliberately gave out such a carriage to pick up her mother. ¡°Who are you?¡± When Calliope, who was pensive in her thoughts, didn¡¯t move, Solitta cut between the two of them. She glared at her opponent with a look of caution , and he raised his hands lightly with a look of pain in his head. ¡°You don¡¯t need to be vigilant. My name is Jack Becomber, the servant sent by the Marquis Anastas.¡± ¡°Anastas? Marquis of Anastas?¡± Upon hearing his introduction, Solita opened her eyes wide in anger for an unknown reason, Jack unknowingly stepped back and raised his hands again. Even as he waved his hand to calm her down, Solita stretched her shoulders and poked his chest and pointed at him. ¡°Oh, the one who eats well and lives well after throwing away his wife and child? Why did such a precious person send someone to such a shabby place?¡± The hierarchy of the kingdom was not so easy. But her brown eyes that were filled with anger, she forgot her fear for a moment and thrust her index finger toward him. ¡°It¡¯s been a year since Etiel died! But you are coming now?¡± ¡°Who do you dare to blame now¡­ ¡­ .¡± ¡°So, why are you looking for my mother? Please tell me the main point.¡± Jack Becomber was a faithful servant to the Marquis, and he was not a person who was tolerant of the commoners who confronted him. Calliope interrupted their conversation before he burst into anger. With his face contorted, Jack, who was about to argue with Solita, coughed and looked down at the child. ¡°I¡¯ll come back later.¡± ¡°Do you have business with me?¡± Jack closed his mouth for a moment. Because he was embarrassed. ¡°¡­No way.¡± Calliope was quite annoyed. In the past, Jack Beacomber went back embarrassed when he heard about the death of her mother. And he came back a day later. Little Calliope was nervous at first, but excited later. Who wouldn¡¯t expect a child to hear that her biological father found her exciting. ¡°You¡¯ll have business with me even later too.¡± But my world couldn¡¯t be so fairy tale. Considering the sequence of things that happened quickly after she was re-registered as a member of the marquis¡¯ family, her father had a clear purpose.. Of course she didn¡¯t know at the time when she was young. ¡°Don¡¯t waste your time.¡± Unlike in the past, Calliope wanted to leave the village immediately. If she delays her day here, the villagers will see her off with tears, and she will leave behind regrets. Calliope wasn¡¯t making an excuse to escape. There were things to do and things to have. The foolish self, who lost it and took her own life, had to make it completely hers in this life. Jack was hesitant to see Calliope, who was young but resolute. ¡°The Marquis Anastas wants to enlist the daughter of his ex-wife.¡± ¡°What?!¡± In the end, Solita burst into a rage. No matter how many circumstances he had after the divorce, he left his ex wife with a child like that and came back later to take her children as well? If Etiel were alive, she would have been furious . With her anger rising to the top of her head, but she felt alienated by Calliope¡¯s strangely calm expression, and she stopped. ¡°Calliope?¡± ¡°Oh, I guess you were going to make a deal with my mother over me.¡± A straightforward and outspoken answer, Jack wrinkled his brows without realizing it. She was not at all childlike. ¡°What were you going to give to my mother?¡± ¡°That I can¡¯t tell you¡­ ¡­ .¡± ¡°Why? My mother is dead, so you should talk to me directly. Do marquis people really handle things like this? Adding a side branch that is cumbersome and unnecessary.¡± Even though she was only looking like a fourteen year old kid, her words and actions were relentless. Jack had to try not to forget that his opponent had never received a proper education, so she was no different from a commoner. ¡°It¡¯s quite far from the capital, but you know you will get a mansion on a decent land.¡± ¡°And?¡± ¡°The land and vineyards around it will be owned by Hubert Youngae.¡± ¡°And?¡± ¡°¡­ Some even recognized townhouses on the outskirts of the capital.¡± ¡°And?¡± ¡°¡­ Since Miss Hubert¡¯s daughter has been officially enrolled under the marquis, you will receive a certain amount of maintenance fee every month.¡± ¡°And?¡± ¡°Miss.¡± Jack finally called out Calliope with a distorted expression on his face. She has not been registered yet, but it will happen soon, so her title naturally became a young lady. Calliope gave a short snort. In the past, I never dreamed that they had come to my mother to trade upon me. Solita couldn¡¯t ignore Calliope¡¯s words that she wanted to see her biological father. So she sent Calliope in the carriage to the Marquis¡¯ mansion and the little child felt like she was living in a dream. The father, who would be like a ray of hope for her, who had lost her mother and had been living insecurely. But sadly, that innocent and stupid little child is dead. ¡°Why? Isn¡¯t there more?¡± Jack bit his teeth. Calliope tilted her head with an innocent face. Marquis Anastas was one of the three richest men in the kingdom. He wouldn¡¯t have tried to trade her existence for anything like that. Jack recalled what the marquis had said. ¡®Due to the nature of Etiel, she would not want to hand over her child. You may not even be able to get the second condition out, let alone the last condition. In that case, convince her that the child should grow up in a better environment.¡¯ But he was being robbed here until the end. Jack knew nothing about the Marquis and Etiel¡¯s daughter, Calliope, as Jack, of course, had only Etiel in mind to trade with. Which fourteen year old child trades in the first place? Even if you are the one who will be sold. ¡°¡­He will hand over one of the gold mines in the northwest that belongs to the Anastas family.¡± ¡°Ah.¡± Calliope sighed in admiration. There is only about 10 years left to mine gold. Of course, no one outside knew that the gold mine had only ten years left. She wouldn¡¯t have known if she hadn¡¯t gone back in time herself. But it wasn¡¯t that bad. Calliope smiled for the first time as she gently touched the tip of her white hair. ¡°Give me all of it.¡± ¡°Yes?¡± Jack opened his eyes wide, and Calliope smiled brighter. ¡°Give it all to me, and I¡¯ll follow you.¡± Jack bite his tongue. Because he did not know that he would get so much involved with such a young child. In the first place, his owner ordered him to give everything he could, but all of this was to prevent her from claiming parental authority over the child. This meant that there is no need of money now. ¡°It¡¯s not up to me to decide.¡± ¡°Yes, you do.¡± Calliope said sarcastically. I thought it was a lot of harm by spending time with people who did not care for me, but when I saw the familiar face that came out of the marquis¡¯s house, the personality of my past life jumped out.. ¡°Then I have no choice but to go and talk.¡± ¡°What do you mean!¡± Solita, who had been silently watching their conversation, interrupted. She reached eye level with Calliope and carefully grabbed her forearms. ¡°Follow them, no why? I¡¯m sure he is sent here with a black heart.¡± ¡°Solita.¡± Calliope called Solita, who stopped her with trembling eyes. ¡°I have to go.¡± ¡°Why, why do you have to go?¡± Solita was well aware that if Calliope returned to the Marquis, she would no longer have to be hungry, wear old clothes, or work hard.