The iron chains that bound my body tightly squeezed like my past life.
“How ridiculous. The end of that Nameless one is like this.”
“Ugh-“
The sticky blood that had oozed out dropped onto the cold floor with a thud.
Even in the dim light, the red liquid glowed vividly.
“Phuhuh… heh…”
“In the end, you’re crazy.”
I am the nameless one. Nameless.
Born in an unknown slum, I was raised as a spy for the royal family.
It all started when I bravely stole from the royal knight’s pocket when I was young.
From birth, my hand skills and courage were extraordinary, and I was captured by him and became Nameless.
Courage, hand skills… but honestly, at that time, I was just starving.
It was nothing but the desperate scream of a street child who had abandoned life from a young age.
In a way, I should be thankful that I survived, though.
When the final moment came, I couldn’t help but laugh.
The fact that this life was finally ending was quite pleasant.
“After serving the dirty work of the royal family and loyally living like a dog, all I got in the end was betrayal. It’s maddening.”
“Phuh… what?”
“You were a discarded tool. Thanks to you being caught like this, the Crown Prince was able to escape alive.”
Is that so? No wonder I felt this futile capture.
It seemed the royals had thrown me and my team members out as bait.
I had lived as a dog of the royal family all my life, but this was the treatment I received.
A vicious stray dog of the underworld can be easily abandoned like this.
“Is that so.”
I’m not even angry. I had no other reaction to show.
“…Yeah. You were those kinds of beings.”
He clicked his tongue.
“Kill him.”
I was hanging in the air with my limbs severed.
It was the result of him torturing me for information.
But I didn’t spit anything out.
That’s how I was raised.
If I wished, I could die without pain with the self-destruct device planted in my molars.
But I didn’t.
Ironically, being abandoned by the royal family now was the moment I felt most alive in my entire life.
“…Die. Nameless.”
Phwooo-
He stabbed a large needle into my neck.
A mysterious liquid flowed into my arteries, and my blurry vision turned yellow.
Blood began to spurt from the wounds that were barely healing.
The pain was horrific, but… refreshing.
It was the end of the tragedy.
At the end of that tragedy, I stupidly thought this.
‘If there’s a next life, if I could at least leave a name behind in this world…’
That was my last memory.
“Ah, what a pretty little girl.”
“How could a baby be so pretty?”
…I thought it was the end.
“Eh?”
Before I knew it, I opened my eyes again and had been reborn as a little girl.