Chapter 7

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The characters, organizations, and names appearing in this work are fictitious and have no connection to any real persons or entities.

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Chapter 7: Changes in the Environment

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After my diet (breast milk production) improved, a few months (probably about half a year) had passed. One day, my mother didn't return home at the usual time. Worried, I stood up, holding onto something and squatting, waiting for her. Then, a man I didn't know came into the shed.

"Ah (Who are you)!?"

The suspicious man picked me up.

"What a dirty child..."

"Ah ah ah (Shut up)!"

The suspicious man carried me out of the shed as if I were some kind of filth. Did he just become a kidnapper!?

"Ah ah ah (Where are we going)?"

The kidnapper didn't answer. Of course, he can't understand a baby's words.

Still, this is my first time outside. The air feels delicious.

Outside, a field stretched out. Was it wheat? It seemed to be nearing harvest time, as it was golden and ripe.

I could see a few people working in the fields, but there was no sign of my mother. If she doesn't come back soon, I might really get kidnapped.

The man got on a carriage, but I was put in a wooden box. I might be a bit dirty, but isn't this a human rights issue? Maybe there's no such thing as human rights in the world of Tylia...

After a while, we entered a large mansion. Suddenly, I was stripped naked. Eek, pervert! I didn't mean to say that. I'm just a baby, after all.

A maid-like woman put me in a bucket of water. It's cold! You try getting in there, I thought my heart stopped for a moment!

My soft skin turned red from being scrubbed. It hurt quite a bit.

"Hmm. Blue-silver hair and golden eyes. It seems you are indeed the young master's child."

The man who brought me here said this.

Meanwhile, the maids continued to work, drying me with a towel and dressing me in baby clothes.

"Well, let's go."

The man picked me up again, this time holding me normally. We entered a room, a luxurious one.

"Young master. I have brought Thomas."

"Thomas 'sama'?"

The man who brought me here was in his fifties, wearing a tuxedo with his brown hair slicked back. He looked like a butler.

The man called the young master was an elderly man in his sixties, with silver hair tinged with blue and streaks of white, and golden eyes.

"Is this my child?"

"Most likely."

"Tch."

It seems I am this young master's child. However, to click your tongue at the sight of a child is the lowest of the low.

Those eyes are the eyes of a scumbag who doesn't see children as children. He probably never bothered with parenting.

"I only took a whim, but you have inherited my blood. Arrange for him to live in the annex."

"Understood."

We immediately left the room and the mansion. After a fifteen-minute walk, we entered another mansion, smaller than the previous one but still much grander than the shed.

When we entered a room, a beautiful woman in her late teens, dressed in a dress, saw me and burst into tears.

"Oh, Thomas. Thank goodness..."

I recognized her voice. This woman is my mother. She wasn't wearing her usual rags, her dull hair had turned into shining blonde, and she was wearing makeup and dressed up, so I didn't recognize her at first.

Her emerald-like, translucent green eyes are the same as the ones in my memory, so there's no mistake.

"Lady Alyusha will now live as the young master's concubine."

"Yes..."

So my mother's name is Alyusha. But a concubine? That young master is in his sixties, yet he's touching such a young mother. He's not just a pedophile; he's a monster.

Since that day, my mother and I have left our shed life. Our living conditions have greatly improved.

Many other concubines also live in this annex. My mother and I began a communal life with women in similar circumstances and their children.

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