How to Be a Dark Hero’s Daughter

It was then. Someone called Leticia from behind.

“Shh, Lee! Come here quickly!”

Leticia looked back.

“Who are you?”

That someone covered Leticia’s mouth and pulled her.

The person gripped her wrist so forcefully, and led her down a dark alley that Leticia couldn’t see their face.

‘Who… Could it be, Walter?’

Leticia blinked her eyes.

Only after passing through the narrow alley could Leticia see the person’s face.

“Are you crazy? Why did you show up in front of everyone? If people like us walk on the main road, people will curse at us!”

That person let go of Leticia and dusted off their clothes, taking a deep breath.

Now, looking at them, it was a woman. A very ordinary-looking woman with brown hair and freckles, dressed in worn-out clothes, slightly better off than a beggar.

‘Hands familiar with labor. And frizzy hair. The arm muscles and hand movements.’

Probably a maid who does laborious tasks like laundry. There’s a 90% chance.

Leticia assessed her that way.

“Who are you? Where on earth is this?”

“Where, you ask?”

The woman tilted her head.

“It’s me, Misa.”

“…Misa?”

“Why are you like this? Don’t you remember me?”

“…”

“I’m Misa, your friend who grew up with you on the streets, and also your roommate.”

“That… is?”

Leticia was taken aback.

‘So… the beggar me grows up to live with a friend who’s also from a beggar background. It’s not strange. But this world, what is it? People I didn’t know are popping up.’

Leticia was shocked.

“Hey, the customers have been waiting for ages and you’ve been zoning out all day. Snap out of it!”

“Customers?”

“Yeah, aren’t you doing business?”

“What business?”

Leticia widened her eyes.

“You have to sell information! You earn a living with that.”

Was that the setting?

“…I did have a job then.”

So it’s not that the beggar grew up to be a beggar.

Leticia felt relieved.

“Home… Right. You said there’s a home, right? Lead me to it.”

Leticia said so.

‘Given the hunger and the numbness in my limbs, this isn’t a dream.’

Then… is it some kind of illusion magic?

‘Or have I fallen into a trap?’

In Leticia’s hand is a white wizard named Siebel. Leticia had once been subjected to his hypnotism, which is his specialty.

‘Is this another kind of hypnotism? Or… it could be white magic.’

Leticia held her throbbing head.

‘Let’s try to remember. What was I doing before I came to this strange world?’

Definitely. After a long journey, I returned home…

And then.

‘A letter, I read some letter?’

And what faintly came to mind was,

‘A bead? It seems like I saw some bead.’

Several voices and words jumbled together in my mind.

But I couldn’t clearly recall anything. All I could think of was herself lying on a long chair, sleeping.

‘Think…’

At that moment, Leticia stopped abruptly.

Leticia, sitting on the desk, was dressed in a black dress, with a black butterfly ornament in her hair and a gentle smile on her face.

In front of such Leticia, someone was pushing a pendulum.

‘This unlucky voice, is it Siebel?’

But when did this memory happen?

“Ouch!”

At that moment, Leticia suddenly bumped into Misa’s back, who had stopped.

“Is it here?”

Leticia asked, feeling a headache.

“Yes. Let’s go in for now.”

Misa pushed Leticia into the house.

Only then could Leticia look around her surroundings.