Hello, Ms. Funina

Chapter 8

Dead again...

Peruvian looked at the gray spider in her hand indifferently.

This was the seventh spider this month.

These gray spiders in the Xumi Desert, which were known for their tenacious vitality, seemed to survive no more than five days once they were in Peruvian's hands.

Why five days?

It was simple. Five days was the time the spider that lasted the longest survived in Peruvian's hands, and the other spiders survived even shorter times.

One of them even survived for only a short day.

"Alas..."

Peruvian sighed softly, and a trace of barely perceptible sadness appeared in her dead eyes.

Why?

Why are spiders so fragile?

Aren't they known for their tenacious vitality?

They can survive even in the harsh environment of the Xumi Desert, which is extremely lacking in water and food. Why can't they survive for more than a few days once they are in her hands?

Peruvian didn't understand.

Why can rabbits and kittens, which are more fragile creatures raised by other brothers and sisters, live healthily, but her spider can only die young?

Peleweli held the gray spider and came to a big tree in the back garden of the castle. There were already six small mounds of earth here.

All of them are the final destination of Pereweli's little spider.

Born in nature, return to nature after death.

Pereweli skillfully dug the soil next to the six small mounds of earth. Pereweli did not put away the small shovel, she always put the small shovel next to the exposed tree roots.

This is her small shovel, and other brothers and sisters will not touch it.

Although [Mother] said that they will be a family in the future and are extremely close brothers and sisters, it is obvious that brothers and sisters are also afraid of themselves who are wrapped in an ominous curse.

Pereweli has long known this point, and she knew it on the first day she entered [House of Fireplace].

There will be no strangers in the world who are good to you for no reason.

If there is, then he will ask you for something next.

Peruvian firmly believed this.

Even though [Heart House] was a registered charity in Fontaine.

Peruvian still would not believe [Heart House].

Especially... what the Fatui soldiers said when they found her that day.

"Are you sure? Is it her?"

"According to the portrait given by the adults, it is this dirty girl."

"Okay, then take her back to [Heart House]."

"I really don't understand why the adults specifically asked us to take such a dirty girl away."

"Shut up! Can you and I question the adults' intentions? Do your job well! Don't make trouble."

"Little sister, come with us..."

Those adults in strange clothes conspired loudly in front of Peruvian without any scruples. From the mouths of those Fatui soldiers, Peruvian knew that this [Heart House] was not as beautiful as it seemed on the surface.

What children's castle, what warm haven... all false lies!

Peruvili didn't believe a word the woman who called herself "mother" said.

However, Peruvili didn't plan to run away from here.

Although this is a place full of lies and may hide great dangers, in Peruvili's eyes, "Heart House" is also a very interesting place.

Moreover, if Peruvili escapes from "Heart House", where can she go?

Go back to the Gray River and continue to be a mouse?

Peruvili doesn't want to.

Because surviving in the Gray River means that sooner or later, she will run into the honorable God Lord because of stealing things.

God Lord who is gorgeously dressed, clean and fragrant.

And I, smelly and dirty.

How can I talk to God Lord like that?

Peruvili will never forget the embarrassing state of meeting God Lord for the first time. She doesn't want to make a fool of herself in front of God Lord again.

Even the mice living in the Gray River were eager to show their beautiful side to the pure water god.

When the god stroked her head, she felt a feeling she had never had before.

Peruvian wanted to talk to the god again.

In the [Heart House], Peruvian would at least no longer wear dirty and smelly old clothes, nor would she fight with other children for food in the swill bucket, and no longer need to steal bread from the bakery.

Here, there are fragrant and hot food, warm and beautiful clothes, a false and gentle [mother], and brothers and sisters who are afraid of her but have to show enthusiasm in front of [mother].

This fragile fantasy fairy tale, in Peruvian's indifferent eyes, is not surprising.It was about to break.

That day was the second New Year that the first group of children came to [House of Hearth] to spend.

It was also the last peaceful New Year.

On this day, [Mother] Kugavina gathered all the children.

Her delicately made-up face still had the same gentle and kind smile as before.

However, in Peruvian's eyes, that smile was still so disgusting and hypocritical.

Kugavina clapped her hands, tilted her head slightly, and spoke with a smile.

"My dear children, you have enjoyed a peaceful and warm life in [Heart House]. I believe everyone cherishes such a life."

"However, good times are always short-lived. In order for the children to have a skill after leaving [Heart House], I will teach you some self-defense skills and fighting methods in the next few days. You must learn well~"

"Every once in a while, we will have an assessment. Don't underestimate the assessment, because..."

"Children who fail the assessment are not qualified to become [King], and only [elimination] awaits him."

Kugavina's smile gradually became cold, and the arc of her mouth did not change at all, but all the children present were terrified.

What's going on?

How could the [Mother] who was so kind and gentle on weekdays suddenly make them feel unfamiliar?

It's an assessment, why does [Mother] say it so scary?

Could it be that we will be killed by [Mother] if we can't pass the assessment?

How is it possible... Haha, right, [Mother]?

You must be joking, right?

Peruvili hid in the crowd, she lowered her head and looked at the smiling Kugavina with her peripheral vision.

This woman really has bad intentions.

What exactly is an assessment?