The Third Young Master of Don Quixote's House

Tarantia's Nightmare

My mother's name is Henrik Nora.

She was beautiful, with long wavy black hair and lavender eyes.

She will mend my clothes, cook me delicious food, sing and read poems, protect me, and do everything a mother in the world can do.

I always thought that she was just a great ordinary mother and an ordinary healer.

I didn't have a father in my childhood, but I didn't need a father either... I could have lived a good life with my grandfather and mother guarding the small farm in the north of Sheen City.

But everything changed on my eighth birthday.

That day

"Mother!" Tarantia waved and ran upstairs, "Look, this is the flower I picked for you! Does it look like a butterfly?"

"Hehehe, like." Nora put down the book, rubbed Tarantia's head, and wiped her face, "Be careful when you go out to play."

"Yeah!" Tarantia nodded heavily.

"Yes, mother, I saw a lot of strange uncles in white uniforms outside the manor today. They even asked me where I lived..."

"Catch them!" Suddenly there was a loud shout outside. "Mother...?" Tarantia nervously tugged at the corner of Nora's clothes.

"Impossible, it was clearly agreed upon..." Nora stood up quickly and looked out of the second floor window.

The Royal Guard indeed.

Nora bit her lower lip, opened the safe on the side, and took out a small box.

"Tarantia, take this." Nora put the small box into Tarantia's hand, "Go to the small attic, leave it to mom here, no matter what happens, don't come down, don't make a sound, do you understand? ?”

Nora spoke very quickly, not caring whether Tarantia understood or not. When she saw Tarantia nodded with a blank look on her face, she pushed her into the attic.

Tarantia thought this was just a temporary separation.

Unexpectedly, Tarantia never saw her mother and grandfather again.

Later, Tarantia learned that her mother was the king's former lover, but in order to consolidate his position, the king married the eldest daughter of a close minister and abandoned his mother and his one-year-old self.

She never expected that such a bloody plot would happen to her... Tarantia would always think this way every time she recalled her childhood life.

Perhaps his presence made the king feel threatened. The king, who had promised not to pester his mother again, sent troops to search for her.

Later, mother and grandfather appeared in front of the guillotine, charged with "deliberate rebellion."

Indeed, if all members of the Henryk family are dead, the throne and the position of the heir will not be shaken.

After all, Discat is the eldest son/daughter who succeeds to the throne.

Later, Tarantia was alone with a small box---it contained the Sensen fruit that Henryk's family had collected for generations. It was said that it was a fruit that was very suitable for doctors.

Hiding here and there, how many times have I thought about dying like this.

Fortunately, she later met a woman who was as gentle as her mother, a woman with long light green wavy hair and golden eyes.

She took in and cared for young Tarantia.

Tarantia will help take care of the woman's two young children and learn medicine from the woman's husband.

This peaceful life passed by for ten years.

Life was so peaceful that when the escort stood in front of the woman's family, Tarantia recalled that horrific memory - she was still being hunted.

The woman did not confess herself, but confessed to the king on her own initiative.

From then on Tarantia lived in the palace.

But her benefactor, her teacher, and the two children were imprisoned in the dungeon.

The king wanted her to eat the Sensen fruit and use her blood to treat his son, her half-brother.

Her brother lay quietly in the crystal coffin, with no trace of pain on his fair face, as if he was asleep.

As clean as an angel... No one would have thought that such a child would be seriously ill.

The king's meaning is obvious - as long as she does not betray, then her life is very valuable - after all, only the Henrik family knows how to use the Sensen Fruit correctly.

Tarantia knew what fate she would face in the future - either she could cure her brother and then be exiled; or she could refuse to treat her brother and then be forced into a political marriage.

Obviously, she didn't want to make the king and his queen feel better, so she chose the second way.

She didn't save her brother.

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"Ah!" Tarantia shouted, looking around in shock.

Well, it was in the palace, on my French bed.

I just dreamed that my brother was shaking his head and looking at me with a despairing expression, feeling somewhat guilty.

Tarantia gently brushed her bangs, damn, I couldn't even sleep now.

She turned to look at the desk. There was a large photo frame on it - there was no photo in it, but there was a simple drawing.

Mother, me, father.

These five words are written crookedly in the lower left corner of the painting.

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