Filed to story: A Little Princess's Journey from Darkness to Light Novel
She was thin, with sunken eyes. “It’s not fair…”
What did I do wrong?
It’s the world that’s wrong.
She had been full of hope when she first arrived in Shercaster City for work, but everyone around her hated her for being a country bumpkin.
I wouldn’t have ended up like this if it weren’t for them…
I’m not to blame. I’m not to blame at all.
It’s this world that’s to blame. Why was I born poor when there are so many rich people around?
It’s all her fault for bringing me into the world of the rich, and now she will never experience a life of luxury herself.
Everything is their fault…
The vanity spirit transformed into wisps of black vanity aura and absorbed into the jar with a resounding click.
Pablo shook his head. “Women are becoming more and more confusing every day!”
Her extreme vanity reflected her deep-seated inferiority complex.
Lilly shook the jar. “Hey, Master? It feels like there’s water in the jar now.”
It used to feel empty, but now there was a sensation she couldn’t quite explain.
Pablo yawned. “Yeah. It is a jar of souls. That’s how it works.”
It was possible to fill it!
Could it be…
Pablo narrowed his eyes. “Where’s your chatty parrot, Tulip?”
It wouldn’t stop talking back at the grove, but now it was strangely quiet.
Lilly turned to look around and found the parrot standing under a lychee tree, sleeping with one leg curled up and its head tucked into its wings.
“Huh, Polly? What are you doing there?”
Polly usually liked to perch on the iron bars and cause trouble from there!
Polly woke up suddenly and tilted its head as it stared at Lilly.
Pablo floated towards the bird. “Why aren’t you singing today?”
The parrot tilted its head, flapped its wings, and started squawking!
“My name is Kiki! Kikikikiki. My name is…”
It began spinning as if it were a hip-hop dancer.
It looked like a parrot that had lost its mind.
Pablo was speechless.
The green parrot fluttered its wings and screeched, “It bites! It bites!”
The old tortoise was biting Polly’s tail and refusing to let go.
“Uh.”
Josh didn’t know what to say.
Lilly tugged on Polly’s feathers and said softly, “Please let go of Polly, Tortoise.”
Josh chuckled. “It would be strange if it understood what you said.”
Tortoises had a tendency to never let go once they bit onto something, so it was odd that it released Polly’s feathery tail.
It opened its mouth and shook its head. If they strained their ears, they could hear faint chirping.
That worked?
That’s when Bettany knocked on the door and called for Lilly to come downstairs for supper.
Lilly hurried outside after confirming that she heard her grandmother.
She felt hungry after beating up the female spirit.
It seemed to be more effective than a weight loss exercise!
Josh followed her and sat beside her as she ate.
How can she eat so much?
She had a bowl of chicken noodle soup, an omelet, stew, and bread…
She ate so much that she couldn’t move.
“Eat more! Why are you only taking so little? What will you do if you get hungry at night?” Bettany urged.
Grandmothers are a special breed…
Lilly awkwardly rubbed her stomach. “I’m full now, Granny! See my tummy?”
What else can she possibly say?
She noticed a bowl of oatmeal and quickly made a run for it.
“I’m done eating now, Granny!”
She flashed her grandmother a mischievous grin as she ran away.
“Lilly, find an excuse to dig up the soccer field at school tomorrow…” Pablo said.
Lilly nodded. “Okay, I’ll remember that.”
She opened the door.
Pablo exclaimed, “Oh? Is there a new presence here?”
Lilly’s hair stood on end as she was greeted by the unexpected sight in her room…
In the middle of the room stood a disheveled female spirit, her hair hanging down over her face. Her eyes rolled back into her head.
A large, bleeding hole in her head was causing her to bleed profusely.
At her feet lay five ghostly babies, all lying on their backs. The largest one was tugging on a long umbilical cord that connected it to the female spirit.
When Lilly noticed the spirit standing there, she let out a hoarse shriek, “Lilly… Lilly…”
The spirit’s bright red nails were aimed directly at Lilly’s throat.
Lilly turned pale.
She wasn’t afraid of ghosts. Nothing could scare her except for the memories that haunted her soul.
The woman before her was no stranger. It was Debbie Monroe!
Debbie smiled wryly, her teeth chattering. “You caused me so much misery! You killed me…”
