Todos os capítulos de The Missing Daughter of House Lundren Returns as a Regressor: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

“Hey. Hey, wake up.”Sylvia shook the young noble gently.Throughout the night, he drifted between consciousness and sleep, but come dawn, his fever had subsided.Arden helping out played a critical role in healing his injuries.“Mm-mm.”He was past the worst of it for now.In order for him to fully recover, he’d need medicines and proper rest, both possible the moment he returned home.“You have to wake up now. It’s not safe to stay here longer.”The shack they sneaked into in the middle of the night had a leaky roof and boarded-up windows. Flattened earth served as the floor, which had turned muddy due to soaking up the night’s rain.Since the old man had claimed it and was kind to strays, the children of slums—those who ran away from their homes and those without—all lived in the confined space. One of whom used to be Sylvia, who lost her adoptive parents when she turned eight.“Sylvie, he’s not waking up,” Firgo said, a boy half her age and worked in the only tavern in the slums, T

[Chapter contains content that viewers might find upsetting.- Bullying]The two children turned a corner onto yet another dark and quiet alley.The shed Sylvia had waved goodbye to had gotten far out of sight, blocked by the many run-down structures around.They walked in silence through narrow paths, ones less travelled, as it’d avoid the eyes of any strange adult.Parading a noble around the slums was a sure way to get involved in a serious crime, and Sylvia couldn’t have that.“Benefactor, they called you by a name other than what you told me, ‘Sylvia’. Do commoners have a strange custom of using different names?”“…”His question was unexpected.In her past life, the young master and his nanny simply allowed her to accompany them on the ride back to his home.She felt so small back then, and all she could think of was running away.“Did you not hear me, benefactor?” he added, interrupting her thoughts.“Ah, well … they’re … all my names, young master.”“You have three names?” he n

As the sun descended, the entire ducal estate of House Winston was abuzz with the news that the young lord had returned safe and sound along with a wounded guest.She was without a doubt a commoner, but none of the staff could openly voice their thoughts regarding the young lord’s uncanny behavior.The commander of the house’s Knight Order and the young lord’s nanny had both gone to bring the young lord home upon word of his location.However, no one would’ve expected the young lord to be accompanied by another child.Now, the same ducal estate’s staff had retired to bed, and the scheduled knights kept a watchful eye on their posts.The East Wing of the mansion, which was reserved to host guests and events, retained the same quiet atmosphere.The young lord had placed orders to be left alone with his guest save for a sparse number of knights to remain to guard a certain room.Only the young lord’s nanny and the family’s exclusive doctor had come by to check on his and the guest’s condi

The young lord stared at her and the people behind her with incredulous eyes. He patted his chest, the rip in his clothing the lingering proof of last night’s attack. “You’re a noble, aren’t you?” she continued. “It isn’t safe for a young lord to stay here. You should leave right away.” Sylvia offered the neatly folded cloak. “Please take this. If you go out there looking like that, you’ll stand out. It’s like begging to be kidnapped, young master.” The young lord’s gaze shifted between Sylvia’s face and the cloak. Then, sighing, he resigned to accepting her impertinence. “Then, excuse me,” she said as she fixed the cloak around his shoulders, tying the drawstring at the base of his neck. In such proximity, Sylvia dared not raise her head and focused on the task. “Where am I? Since you saved me, I’ll waive your bold rudeness against me.” “Huh? This punk—” Sylvia gave her a look. Firgo, who looked like he was about to say something as well, shut his mouth. She rose to her feet,

“You little bitch!”“Come back here!”“Wh-where do-do you think—”“Where do you think you’re going, huh?”“Look! That brat must be the noble!”Sylvia, who had lived through a lifetime, knew the best to do in this situation—run away as far as possible to where they wouldn’t be able to catch a glimpse of her shadow. But the child in this life, who had experienced the triplets’ violence for talking back and resisting, remembered their strength and the pain unbridled anger imparted with every blow.This child’s body, skinny and worked to the bone, remembered those memories and froze on the spot.Even so, the child’s heart, tempered by the children of the slums and the many adults who raised her in their own ways, beat with fury from the injustice the child suffered.Ba-dump. Ba-dump. Ba-dump.Her stomach buzzed.