Just yesterday, this child was teetering on the edge of life and death, facing the constant threat of starvation and dehydration.
But today, upon waking up, he was able to quietly sip water here… This feeling… made Idiot wonder if this was what people call happiness, a sensation he had only heard of before.
As he gazed at the clear water, Bread in his arms awaked. The six-month-old had sprouted some sparse hairs, a light red with a hint of pink.
Her emerald eyes opened to the sunlight streaming through the window, and the second thing they saw was the face of the man holding her.
"Whaa—whaaah!"
Little Bread began to cry, feeling the pangs of hunger.
"Oh! Looks like the little princess is hungry! Now, what will our dear nanny, Mr. Idiot, prepare? As your sword, I offer you the most sincere suggestion. Throw her into that well, cover it, and open it next year, how about that?"
