I was born as the daughter of a wicked woman in a novel. At birth, my mother had already been exposed to her evil deeds and was confined to the spire, and would soon face a miserable death at the hand of the main characters.
I looked at my mother, who was still looking for her ex-husband until the moment she died, and held her hands. My little hand got tangled with my mother’s rough hand and her eyes full of warmth turned to me.
“I understand Mom.”
“Don’t suffer any more, sleep tight.”
Don’t wait for the man who won’t come.
Tears fell from my mother’s eyes at my words, and soon she fell asleep peacefully.
Since the novel’s “Wicked Woman” is now dead, and i’m her daughter, I will be beaten to death by people who hate her from now on.
And the second part of the novel will begin.
A warm novel in which the children of the main characters begin their adventure full of happiness. But I didn’t want to die, and I had no intention of letting the story flow that way.
“It’s okay to be mean.” I decided to completely rewrite the second part of the novel, Because if I do it or not I could get killed.