Janette Bayen.
His childhood was as warm as the spring of May.
His father was a powerful man on earth, his mother was the ruler of the world, and he had a beautiful appearance, extraordinary intelligence, and outstanding abilities.
A truly blessed being.
The only regret was that he had to live apart from his mother and that he could not reveal his existence, but even that could not be called a misfortune.
Because he inherited the blood of a goddess, he could freely travel between the divine world and the human world, and he could see his mother whenever he wanted.
Just like right now.
As usual, he arrived in the divine realm and ran straight to his mother's residence.
Young Bayen, who had been looking for his mother through the gap in the door that was opening with a creaking sound, pouts his lips as if he is complaining.
He found his mother fast asleep, lying on a long chair in the middle of the garden.
He was annoyed at his mother, who knew full well that he would always come home around this time, but instead of waiting for him, she fell asleep.
The child, who was digging the ground with the toes of his shoes in frustration, suddenly noticed the dog's paw flowers blooming nearby, and a wide smile appeared on his lips.
A good idea came to mind to get revenge on his mother for standing him up.
He quickly picked up a stalk of dogwood and, lifting his heel, slowly approached his mother.
Then he put the dogwood to the tip of his mother's nose while she was sleeping soundly.
Tickle, tickle, stop.
Tickle, tickle again, stop!
It was funny how his mother would stimulate him with rough dog grass, then quickly stop when he woke up, and then fall back asleep without a care in the world.
Kick kick.
It was at that moment when Bayen, who had been laughing quietly, checked his mother's calm expression and tried to move his hand again.
“Ahh!”
His mother, whom he thought was clearly asleep, suddenly woke up and grabbed Bayen's chubby side.
“You little rascal! How dare you interrupt Mommy’s nap? I’m going to have to give you a scolding.”
The terrifying tickling attack has begun.
Bayen burst into physiological laughter and writhed wildly as the attacks poured down nonstop, starting from his armpits and ending in his sides and buttocks.
“I was wrong, I was wrong, Mother! I won’t do it again. Surrender!”
However, his mother, who had not stopped attacking him, only withdrew her hand as if doing him a favor after Bayen was almost completely knocked out.
“Oh, really! How many times have I said surrender!”
A pleasant laughter spread over the young Bayen, who was grumbling and venting his anger with a flushed face.
Finally, a large hand lifted Bayen up.
“Our Janette, my lovely baby.”
The hand that patted his back as if calming down an angry child was affectionate.
The touch felt so good that Bayen forgot how angry he was and rubbed his chubby cheek against his mother's broad chest.
His heart felt warm as his mother's scent brushed past his nose.
The bright laughter of young Bayen dispersed into the air.
It was one day when he was spending happy days freely traveling between the divine world and the human world.
Bayen, who found his mother sleeping soundly again, stopped himself from playing pranks as usual.
“Janette, you’re already nine years old. At this point, you can no longer be called a child, so you should be more careful about your behavior. You should show a dignified appearance as befitting the successor to the Marquis of Bayen.”
Because he remembered what his father said on his birthday a few days ago.
Yeah, I'm nine years old now, so I can't act like a child forever.
Thinking so, Bayen forgave his mother for falling asleep at the time he arrived, and then collapsed on the grass.
He planned to sit quietly and wait for his mother to wake up, like a proper nine-year-old.
But actually, it was really boring to do nothing.
Bayen, who had been playing with his hands by picking wild flowers and weaving them here and there, could no longer bear it and got up.
Since he was already here, he thought he might as well take a walk around the area.
Maybe it was because it was his first time wandering the divine realm alone without his mother, but his heart felt pounding.
Bayen explored the divine realm to his heart's content.
He would run around the wide forest behind his home, climb up on the clouds and look down at where his mother lived, and wander aimlessly, letting the wind take over his body.
While wandering around the divine realm, Bayen stumbled upon a peculiar terrain.
It was a downhill path that looked like stone steps, and it felt just like the path leading to a treasure vault in a fairy tale he read as a child.
As is typical of boys his age, Bayen, feeling adventurous, ran down the stairs with excitement.
And soon he regretted it.
The stairs were so long that he couldn't see the end for a moment.
Panting, Bayen, who was breathing heavily, snapped his fingers, thinking that it couldn't be helped.
It didn't seem like a place he could walk down, so he thought he'd just take the wind.
However...
His childhood was as warm as the spring of May.
His father was a powerful man on earth, his mother was the ruler of the world, and he had a beautiful appearance, extraordinary intelligence, and outstanding abilities.
A truly blessed being.
The only regret was that he had to live apart from his mother and that he could not reveal his existence, but even that could not be called a misfortune.
Because he inherited the blood of a goddess, he could freely travel between the divine world and the human world, and he could see his mother whenever he wanted.
Just like right now.
As usual, he arrived in the divine realm and ran straight to his mother's residence.
Young Bayen, who had been looking for his mother through the gap in the door that was opening with a creaking sound, pouts his lips as if he is complaining.
He found his mother fast asleep, lying on a long chair in the middle of the garden.
He was annoyed at his mother, who knew full well that he would always come home around this time, but instead of waiting for him, she fell asleep.
The child, who was digging the ground with the toes of his shoes in frustration, suddenly noticed the dog's paw flowers blooming nearby, and a wide smile appeared on his lips.
A good idea came to mind to get revenge on his mother for standing him up.
He quickly picked up a stalk of dogwood and, lifting his heel, slowly approached his mother.
Then he put the dogwood to the tip of his mother's nose while she was sleeping soundly.
Tickle, tickle, stop.
Tickle, tickle again, stop!
It was funny how his mother would stimulate him with rough dog grass, then quickly stop when he woke up, and then fall back asleep without a care in the world.
Kick kick.
It was at that moment when Bayen, who had been laughing quietly, checked his mother's calm expression and tried to move his hand again.
“Ahh!”
His mother, whom he thought was clearly asleep, suddenly woke up and grabbed Bayen's chubby side.
“You little rascal! How dare you interrupt Mommy’s nap? I’m going to have to give you a scolding.”
The terrifying tickling attack has begun.
Bayen burst into physiological laughter and writhed wildly as the attacks poured down nonstop, starting from his armpits and ending in his sides and buttocks.
“I was wrong, I was wrong, Mother! I won’t do it again. Surrender!”
However, his mother, who had not stopped attacking him, only withdrew her hand as if doing him a favor after Bayen was almost completely knocked out.
“Oh, really! How many times have I said surrender!”
A pleasant laughter spread over the young Bayen, who was grumbling and venting his anger with a flushed face.
Finally, a large hand lifted Bayen up.
“Our Janette, my lovely baby.”
The hand that patted his back as if calming down an angry child was affectionate.
The touch felt so good that Bayen forgot how angry he was and rubbed his chubby cheek against his mother's broad chest.
His heart felt warm as his mother's scent brushed past his nose.
The bright laughter of young Bayen dispersed into the air.
***
It was one day when he was spending happy days freely traveling between the divine world and the human world.
Bayen, who found his mother sleeping soundly again, stopped himself from playing pranks as usual.
“Janette, you’re already nine years old. At this point, you can no longer be called a child, so you should be more careful about your behavior. You should show a dignified appearance as befitting the successor to the Marquis of Bayen.”
Because he remembered what his father said on his birthday a few days ago.
Yeah, I'm nine years old now, so I can't act like a child forever.
Thinking so, Bayen forgave his mother for falling asleep at the time he arrived, and then collapsed on the grass.
He planned to sit quietly and wait for his mother to wake up, like a proper nine-year-old.
But actually, it was really boring to do nothing.
Bayen, who had been playing with his hands by picking wild flowers and weaving them here and there, could no longer bear it and got up.
Since he was already here, he thought he might as well take a walk around the area.
Maybe it was because it was his first time wandering the divine realm alone without his mother, but his heart felt pounding.
Bayen explored the divine realm to his heart's content.
He would run around the wide forest behind his home, climb up on the clouds and look down at where his mother lived, and wander aimlessly, letting the wind take over his body.
While wandering around the divine realm, Bayen stumbled upon a peculiar terrain.
It was a downhill path that looked like stone steps, and it felt just like the path leading to a treasure vault in a fairy tale he read as a child.
As is typical of boys his age, Bayen, feeling adventurous, ran down the stairs with excitement.
And soon he regretted it.
The stairs were so long that he couldn't see the end for a moment.
Panting, Bayen, who was breathing heavily, snapped his fingers, thinking that it couldn't be helped.
It didn't seem like a place he could walk down, so he thought he'd just take the wind.
However...
"What?"
The wind that used to come right to his side whenever he called didn't show up even after a long time.
Bayen, who had failed to call the wind several times, felt the gravity of the situation belatedly and looked around carefully.
The surroundings were eerily quiet.
A complete silence so utterly chilling that you can't even feel the movement of air, let alone the wind.
If it were any other child, they would have turned around and run away at that point.
But Bayen felt curious instead.
What an interesting place it is, a place where one's abilities do not work.
Bayen took another step forward.
Going down thousands of steps on his short legs was extremely difficult, but Bayen did not give up.
Finally reaching the end of the stairs, Bayen took a moment to catch his breath and looked at the results he had achieved with proud eyes.
“What is this? Is it a cave?”
There was a gap between the huge rocks, barely big enough for one person to fit through.
“The cave in the storybook looked like this. Could it really be a treasure trove?”
Bayen, who was about to enter the gap with his eyes sparkling, stopped for a moment.
There was an invisible curtain at the entrance to the cave.
“This is…..”
It was a barrier where he could feel his mother's power.
“Why did Mother create a barrier in a place like this?”
Although his curiosity grew, Bayen stopped trying to enter the cave.
There must be a reason why his mother put up a barrier.
He didn't want to disobey his mother's wishes and disappoint her unnecessarily just out of curiosity.
“If I had known this would happen, I wouldn’t have come down. I wasted my energy.”
It was at that moment that Bayen, who had been pouting, decided to just turn back.
“Huh? Huh?”
The hand that was feeling the barrier in regret was suddenly sucked inside.
Even though he was born with outstanding abilities, it was his mother's barrier.
Unless you break it by force, it won't be possible to get in this smoothly...
'Am I qualified to enter?'
Then there was no need to hesitate.
Bayen withdrew his thoughts of turning back and stepped into the cave.
Bayen continued walking into the cave, which was as narrow as the entrance but longer than expected.
A cold oyster where you can't see even an inch ahead.
His shoulders naturally hunched as he felt as if he was walking through the belly of a beast.
It would have been nice if he could light a fire to illuminate the way ahead, but he couldn't do anything because his powers weren't working.
It must have been about 30 minutes since he continued to feel his way inside, feeling his way along the rough walls.
Two red lights entered his vision, which he had become accustomed to in the darkness.
It was a light like the gaze of something, sharp yet indifferent, hot yet cold.
'Could it be a monster?'
No, monsters were creatures that only appeared in fairy tales created by humans.
It can't possibly exist.
But even if that wasn't the case, there was no doubt that it was dangerous.
Otherwise, there would be no reason for Mother to put up a barrier.
'It would be nice if we could check it properly.'
It was at that time that Bayen was complaining about the dark vision.
"Uh...?"
Something unbelievable happened.
Just a moment ago, he was in complete darkness, unable to see even an inch ahead of him, but suddenly his field of vision became clear.
Thanks to this, Bayen was able to take a closer look at the danger that lay before him.
Softly shining purple hair, blood-red eyes.
What lay before him was not a monster, but a girl.
A girl who, if human, would look about fifteen years old.
Bayen's eyes became dull.
'Beautiful.'
A strange sense of mystery emanated from the appearance of a girl he had never seen before, neither in the human world nor in the divine world.
As Bayen was lost in thought, the girl opened her mouth.
“You are of Hethel’s blood.”
Bayen, who had been hesitating at the clear yet cavernous voice, frowned.
His mother was the creator of this world and a goddess revered by all.
It was incredibly presumptuous of her to call his mother by her name so carelessly.
But at the moment, he was in no position to raise his voice, as he had trespassed in someone else's home.
Bayen asked, suppressing his displeasure.
“Who are you?”
He wondered who on earth was trapped in such a dark and barren place.
But the girl just asked back with soulless eyes.
“Me? Well. Who am I? I don’t know that either.”
You don't know who you are.
Isn't this completely stupid?
Bayen asked, dumbfounded.
“You don’t even have a name?”
"There is."
“Then just tell me your name...”
“But it’s gone now. I threw it away.”
“You abandoned your name? Why?”
“Because that’s the name given to me by the one who abandoned me here. I don’t need that name anymore.”
The girl muttered in a sinister voice and buried her head in her knees.
Bayen couldn't speak to the girl anymore because her hunched shoulders looked so lonely.
The wind that used to come right to his side whenever he called didn't show up even after a long time.
Bayen, who had failed to call the wind several times, felt the gravity of the situation belatedly and looked around carefully.
The surroundings were eerily quiet.
A complete silence so utterly chilling that you can't even feel the movement of air, let alone the wind.
If it were any other child, they would have turned around and run away at that point.
But Bayen felt curious instead.
What an interesting place it is, a place where one's abilities do not work.
Bayen took another step forward.
Going down thousands of steps on his short legs was extremely difficult, but Bayen did not give up.
Finally reaching the end of the stairs, Bayen took a moment to catch his breath and looked at the results he had achieved with proud eyes.
“What is this? Is it a cave?”
There was a gap between the huge rocks, barely big enough for one person to fit through.
“The cave in the storybook looked like this. Could it really be a treasure trove?”
Bayen, who was about to enter the gap with his eyes sparkling, stopped for a moment.
There was an invisible curtain at the entrance to the cave.
“This is…..”
It was a barrier where he could feel his mother's power.
“Why did Mother create a barrier in a place like this?”
Although his curiosity grew, Bayen stopped trying to enter the cave.
There must be a reason why his mother put up a barrier.
He didn't want to disobey his mother's wishes and disappoint her unnecessarily just out of curiosity.
“If I had known this would happen, I wouldn’t have come down. I wasted my energy.”
It was at that moment that Bayen, who had been pouting, decided to just turn back.
“Huh? Huh?”
The hand that was feeling the barrier in regret was suddenly sucked inside.
Even though he was born with outstanding abilities, it was his mother's barrier.
Unless you break it by force, it won't be possible to get in this smoothly...
'Am I qualified to enter?'
Then there was no need to hesitate.
Bayen withdrew his thoughts of turning back and stepped into the cave.
Bayen continued walking into the cave, which was as narrow as the entrance but longer than expected.
A cold oyster where you can't see even an inch ahead.
His shoulders naturally hunched as he felt as if he was walking through the belly of a beast.
It would have been nice if he could light a fire to illuminate the way ahead, but he couldn't do anything because his powers weren't working.
It must have been about 30 minutes since he continued to feel his way inside, feeling his way along the rough walls.
Two red lights entered his vision, which he had become accustomed to in the darkness.
It was a light like the gaze of something, sharp yet indifferent, hot yet cold.
'Could it be a monster?'
No, monsters were creatures that only appeared in fairy tales created by humans.
It can't possibly exist.
But even if that wasn't the case, there was no doubt that it was dangerous.
Otherwise, there would be no reason for Mother to put up a barrier.
'It would be nice if we could check it properly.'
It was at that time that Bayen was complaining about the dark vision.
"Uh...?"
Something unbelievable happened.
Just a moment ago, he was in complete darkness, unable to see even an inch ahead of him, but suddenly his field of vision became clear.
Thanks to this, Bayen was able to take a closer look at the danger that lay before him.
Softly shining purple hair, blood-red eyes.
What lay before him was not a monster, but a girl.
A girl who, if human, would look about fifteen years old.
Bayen's eyes became dull.
'Beautiful.'
A strange sense of mystery emanated from the appearance of a girl he had never seen before, neither in the human world nor in the divine world.
As Bayen was lost in thought, the girl opened her mouth.
“You are of Hethel’s blood.”
Bayen, who had been hesitating at the clear yet cavernous voice, frowned.
His mother was the creator of this world and a goddess revered by all.
It was incredibly presumptuous of her to call his mother by her name so carelessly.
But at the moment, he was in no position to raise his voice, as he had trespassed in someone else's home.
Bayen asked, suppressing his displeasure.
“Who are you?”
He wondered who on earth was trapped in such a dark and barren place.
But the girl just asked back with soulless eyes.
“Me? Well. Who am I? I don’t know that either.”
You don't know who you are.
Isn't this completely stupid?
Bayen asked, dumbfounded.
“You don’t even have a name?”
"There is."
“Then just tell me your name...”
“But it’s gone now. I threw it away.”
“You abandoned your name? Why?”
“Because that’s the name given to me by the one who abandoned me here. I don’t need that name anymore.”
The girl muttered in a sinister voice and buried her head in her knees.
Bayen couldn't speak to the girl anymore because her hunched shoulders looked so lonely.
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