Can We Become a Family?

Chapter 7

Navia leaned against the white bed and despite her improper posture, she exuded an irresistible dignity.

‘Who would think the Lady is eight years old?’ 

Such extraordinariness had never been felt in the slightest from Wood and Vivian, who were of Agnes’ direct lineage.

Maybe even Nikan.

‘Is this what the highest nobles are like?’

The blood of aristocrats was said to be blue.

If so, it seemed that the blood of Navia would flow a much thicker and more vivid blue than any other nobles in existence.

It seemed dangerous. There was nothing that can be guaranteed. It was a gamble.

Charlotte’s mind was dizzy with all of her thoughts, but she soon became as quiet as a calm lake. Charlotte bowed her head much deeper than when she did to the master of Agnes.

“I will follow the lady’s command.”

Then Navia smiled brightly like a child. It was an innocent laughter to anyone who didn’t know the meaning behind it.

“I look forward to working with you, Charlotte.”

Charlotte bowed even lower.

“Then I’ll tell you what you need to do now.”

Navia’s laughter was frighteningly cold.

“Philippa is embezzling child support with the chef. When you go out, meet with the chef right away and talk to him to suspect Philippa.”

“You’re telling me to drive a wedge between the two.”

Nod. 

Navia continued, “Now that I caught Philippa’s weakness, she has to give me proper meals in the future. You can use this to separate the two more deeply.”

Charlotte nodded eagerly at the reasonable words and asked, “Shall I rid of the evidence that Philippa embezzled?”

“There’s another evidence of Philippa’s embezzlement that the chef has secured ahead of time, so there’s no point.”

“Ah…!”

Then Philippa was a rat stuck in a jar.

“Make it so that only Philippa knows that you’re loyal to me. Then the chef, you and I will look like three people in one box.”

“….you’re very clever.”

Charlotte was afraid of Navia’s change but could not prevent herself from developing an admiration. Her young lady seemed to be a transcendent being who already knew all the logic of the world.

Navia seemed lost in thought for a moment and untied the necklace around her neck. That necklace, which Nikan patronized, was Navia’s first birthday present. Although it was a trinket that was worse than the most insignificant piece of trash Vivian’s, it was a priceless necklace.

“Sell this to get what you need right now.”

The necklace, which had never been removed from the body until her eighth regression, was now just an accessory to raise funds.

“Thank you, Miss.”

Navia continued with a slightly tired look, “You can go out now.”

Charlotte looked at the tray and asked, “Do you want me to serve the meal again?”

“…no. I’ll eat a little later.”

“Then call me when you need me.”

When Charlotte left the room, Navia breathed out the hot breath she had held in.

Her forehead was wet with cold sweat. Her spinning head felt dizzy and nauseous.

Navia huddled up under the covers.

In the heavy silence, only the sound of hot breathing resonated emptily.

“……”

Rustle. 

She tossed and turned.

She thought she would fall asleep soon, but she became nervous.

The room was majestic and splendid. However, it felt somewhat desolate, so she pulled the blanket to the tip of her chin.

The good and gentle Navia, the obedient Navia, and the meek Navia. Fingers were always pointed.

“You ungrateful b*tch!”

Navia closed her eyes and erased her thoughts.

I’m doing well.

I won’t let anyone touch me.

No one…

She soon fell asleep.

2. Black Moon (黑月)

A pitch black night.

The moonless sky was black as if it was covered with ink.

Navia looked up at the sky as if she had been forced to.

A strange gaze was felt.

An instinctive fear swelled up.

Navia felt like she was going to be swallowed by something.

She was convinced

Something was looking down at her.

At that time, her right wrist suddenly hurt terribly.

Navia let out a scream.

But nothing came out.

The surrounding scenery tangled up in a fast-flowing time, and the shape became strange.

The black sky also began to distort violently.

The gaze looking down at her quickly wandered in search of her, but it was blocked by an unknown force.

The sky broke apart and a thin moon flowed out.

Then the gaze disappeared.

Navia breathed a sigh of relief.

Her wrist, which had been hurting, had also become normal.

Strangely, she thought that the crescent moon was protecting her.

Exhausted, she raised her arm to check her wrist.

…why is it hard to see?

It was the moment she focused to check properly.

“Huk!”

Navia opened her eyes with a shudder.

Her surprised heart thumped as if it was hitting her ears.

Perhaps because of that, her head as well as her whole body became very tired with terrible anxiety.

Navia thought that the space she was in was still under the black sky, but the view in her sight was a glamorous room. She frowned.

Where am I?

Why am I in this room?

I was just outside looking at the sky.

‘…let’s calm down. Think calmly.’

Navia gave a deep breath as she stared at the cold dawn coming through the window.

Slowly, her reasoning returned.

Her whole body was soaked in cold sweat because of the dizzying vivid dream.

Navia trembled at the feeling of the traces of the gaze that remained on her body.

Is the gaze of a ruthless God like this?

‘It must be a nightmare because I’m sick.’ 

Navia rose from her bed feeling strange.

Seeing the new sunrise, she seemed to have slept all day yesterday.

Maybe that’s why she felt relaxed.

‘Thank God.’ 

Even if she had a fire accident, she could not miss class. Nikan wouldn’t tolerate it.

‘There’s something else I need to do anyway.’

Navia thoughtlessly wiped the sweat off her forehead and paused.

“…what is this?”

There was a strange pattern on her right wrist. The wrist that was in terrible pain in her dream.

This was originally where the remaining regression numbers were written.

There was no new regression.

Only.

“A crescent moon?”

A “black moon,” which resembled a crescent moon that flowed out as the sky split in her dream, was placed on her wrist.

The black crescent moon, stamped like a stigma on her thin white wrist, felt like a bleak hint.

As she looked at it, it felt like the black moon would engulf her.

Navia carefully touched the moon with her left finger.

Nothing unusual happened.

She murmured with a slight frown.

“I think it’s because of my dream.”

The gaze in the dream. And the moon in the sky.

What the hell is all this? What’s happening to me?

‘On top of that, why is it all in my last life?’

What’s certain was that this crescent moon blocked any “being” that tried to devour her.

The terrible gaze, which was too vivid to be a dream, came back to her mind. She felt a chill in her spine

‘Is it okay to be relieved for now?’

“I don’t like these variables.”

Ha.

Navia rubbed her temple as if she felt troublesome.

If anyone saw a small child who was tired from living, they would be overwhelmed and laugh.