Thud! She crouched at the pain in her stomach. She tried to calm her mind about what was going on. The coldness of the cold wooden floor woke her from sleep. A middle-aged woman was standing in front of Violet. The scariest Grandma Goth in the world stood there.

"Hey, bitch, why don't you get the meal ready?"

She groaned and got up. The woman looked at her with acrimonious eyes and clicked her tongue. She looked at the woman and made her bed.

"Just thankful that I brought you here, otherwise you wouldn't know that you were sold as a slave and became a toy for the rest of your life among madmen, right?"

Violet didn't dare look up at the woman, and instead of answering her, she nodded. Her tears had long dried up. She got up and headed to the kitchen.

She has been haunted by dreams lately. In fact, it was a dream that has been following her since she was young. In her dreams, she always heard a voice calling her. She could approach the friendly voice, but somehow, she got goosebumps and ran away from it. But yesterday, the main character of that voice found her. She tried to run away as usual, but the owner of the voice tied her arms together. That was the first time.

"Oh, Violet, you've been in big trouble since this morning."

The young woman sitting at the table spoke quite friendly.

"It's my fault for oversleeping."

"Oh my gosh, you're so nice."

The blonde-haired woman smiled with a pale complexion and stroked her hair. She seemed to have a hard time somewhere.

"Lina, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. That old witch, what she did to this child?"

She sighed and wiped the swollen face of Violet. As Violet groaned in feeble pain, her face was further distorted. Violet's body was covered with wounds. You might wonder how much scar the girl's body would get, but there was a bruise between Violet's skin and wrists were full of bruises. It was because of the venomous beating of the Grandma Goth.

"Hey, Violet, why don't you look away and get to work soon?"

A sharp voice was heard. The woman with her red hair snapped at her this time. Violet quickly ran towards it.

"I'm sorry, Rose."

"You want to be beaten by Grandma again?"

At her pointed words, Violet smiled bashfully and started preparing breakfast. In fact, when you say breakfast, it's almost lunchtime. Here in the 'Flower Street', the morning started late, and the night ended late. Lina hummed and sipped her tea, heard a scolding from Rose, and begins to help. The morning was starting.

The reason why this area was called the Flower Street was not because it was beautiful with flowers. This was a red-light district, where young women sold their bodies. And most of the women had names taken from flowers, such as Rose, Daffodil, Iris, and Jasmine. And so was Violet. At the Flower Street, women with flower names, and women as beautiful as flowers will be plucked, plucked, and plucked every night.

Violet was one of those girls with such a future. The young child, who had a simple dream in the past, disappeared and had only a bleak future. Now, after lunch and cleaning, the women will put white powder on their faces and then red rouge. The owner of this house, Grandma Goth, the woman called her witch, will also attract men who come to this place after putting on heavy makeup. And being one of those women, that's her future.

Just as there are places in the world where things are clean and cleaner, there are also places where only dirty things are collected. Such was the Flower Street where she lived. It was a muddy place with all kinds of dirt. At night, red lights sparkle to welcome guests in a splendid manner. But people ignore them and point their fingers at them when they find them.

She got used to kitchen work and cleaning, which she was always used to being beaten. The village where she had always run and played was burned to the ground by bandits, and her parents were also killed by the bandits right before her eyes. This is where the flow came in. The bandit who came to relieve his desire sold Violet, this child without reimbursing the money.

What Grandma Goth said was not a lie. Being branded as a slave and being the toy of the nobles was one of the first things she heard about her future after being captured by bandits. Violet trembled at the thought of her future, which she might have suffered.

It was hell when she was in the hands of a bandit. It was always full of the loud laughter of men, and it was so sadistic and violent. They took human life lightly, and Violet was no exception. So Violet did her best here where she had been sold. Also, it was a no-go to be captured by bandits. At least there was no bloody slaughter here. Grandma Goth was too scary, but Lina was kind to her, and Rose took care of her unknowingly, though always seemingly demanding of her. There was always warmth in places where people pointed their fingers at them saying they were dirty.

After the long night of Flower Street, the women gather in the kitchen once again. When Violet prepares the snack, they drink again. It was done to avoid the eyes of the Grandma Goth who was counting money. In fact, even if the Grandma Goth knew, they didn't really care. Because they were a commodity, and if they were beaten by Grandma Goth, it was not pleasant to see the wounds unfiltered by customers.

"It's a lie to say that God saves us."

Rose said with a face as red as her hair. Her eyes and tongue were already loose from drunkenness.

"The guest we received today was a priest. It was awesome. It was terrible."

"Have the priests been here once or twice? Oh, how nice it would be if only wonderful people like the knights came!"

Freesia said sullenly and sarcastically. She was happy thanks to the well-mannered knights who came to visit. Next to her happy look, Lydia was sobbing.

"What's wrong with her today?"

"She must have met a tough customer."

Violet turned her head and saw Lydia collapsed. There were traces of an ugly beating on her arm. Just like her.

"That person was a priest, too. They're supposed to do more."

Lina shook her head and said. Lydia said crying.

"I can't believe that this is the Holy Kingdom. Why didn't the Saintess come and save us? Why is she letting that little chap go?"

"How could there be such a thing? The Saintess hasn't shown up in a hundred years. In fact, all of that would be a lie. Or God has abandoned us. Or, even if the Saintess actually showed up, she might not be interested in saving filthy people like us."

Said Rose. Lydia wept at Rose's cynical remarks, and made eye contact with young Violet. She looked like she was about to cry at Violet.

"What are you doing, Violet?"

Tears welled up in Lydia's big blue eyes again. Lydia would always hold onto Violet like this and cry. In fact, Violet didn't like her that much.

"Oh, my God. what do you do? Enough with your face. It won't affect your living. Look, our Violet's charm is purple eyes. Isn't it pretty?"

Rose said. Lina responded to the words.

"Right, Violet has the prettiest eyes. I envy you."

Their topic became the youngest Violet. Violet blushed. They praised Violet's appearance, saying the men would like it. But Violet thought her sisters were more beautiful. Beautiful ladies like flower buds in full bloom. They are dirty and pointed, but in Violet's world, they were the most beautiful people in the world.

 

"Come here, Violet."

Rose staggered over, and she hugged Violet tightly. Her face looked beautiful with a drowsy look on her face after work.

"This is also a way to live. You don't think we're dirty, do you?"

Nodding. Violet nodded and Rose smiled broadly and kissed her cheek slightly. Violet grimaced her face and wiped away the remaining rouge marks. Lina smirked at how cute it looked. The sobbing grew louder. They drank strong alcohol for a long time.

 

***

 

Poof! The girl's body was rounded by the kick. She let out a feeble groan and curled her body into a circle. The Grandma hit Violet's body mercilessly. Rose heard a voice stopping her. It was unlucky. Goth, who had always been busy with her small tea parties, seemed to have been somewhat uncomfortable this time.

"Stop it, it's what we drank!"

"That's right, that's enough!"

Lina and Rose stopped Grandma Goth. But her beating only grew stronger.

"How dare you guys steal alcohol?!"

With a thud, Violet exhaled her breath painfully. There was nothing the little girl could do about the mercilessly pouring violence on her slender body. There was another sniffling of Lydia. Freesia clicked her tongue.

"Violet, how many times do I have to tell you to understand! I told you not to bring alcohol to these girls! Do you think you're digging and selling?"

Her palms flew over, grabbing her hair as she struggled to curl her body. The sight shook with the sound of a loud voice. She felt dizzy. She rubbed her palms like dirty flies, wiping them away. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. But Grandma Goth wasn't the kind of person that would work. She can't remember when she was right. She accepted the kick. The Grandma Goth was in a state of anger that the business was not going well.

"Stop it, stop it! She's going to die like this! It's my fault. I'll never do that again!"

Lina begged next to her. Rose stepped forward and said.

"I can pay for that drink!"

Goth glared at her at her venomous voice. Rose was the most beautiful woman in this store and she received the most nominations. So she was unknowingly being tipped the most. Rose threw her hairpin at Goth. It was a beautiful silver hairpin with a sapphire as a gift from a customer. Goth picked it up, looked around, and said to Violet.

"You're not having dinner tonight, Violet."

Goth went outside, leaving her unable to scream in pain.

*

It felt like heat was rising all over her body. Violet groaned in pain. Lina, who was next to her, heard a worried voice asking for some water. Oh, it's weird today. Actually, I can overcome this. Why is it so hard to get up? I have to prepare dinner. A gurgling sound came from an unconscious voice.

- Fool.

It was a voice full of anger. It was the voice she had always heard in her dreams. Voice always searched for her and found her, now watching her. Someone was watching her. Like this, her humble life.

- Now is the time.

The voice changed sadly.

- Now wake up. Hey.

Violet shed tears at the sorrow in the pleading voice.

- Come on wake up... ...Please. I'm sorry.

 

The voice of sorrow, at that voice, she trembled with her hand. Why does that voice call me so sadly? What are you begging me to do? She's just that she's a little dirty girl, what can she do...

"Wake up, get up, Violet!"

A crying voice was heard. Violet opened her eyes and saw Lina's crying face. Violet got her body up. Her heart was pounding as if she had a fever. She looked like she was going to get nauseous. Her head was fuzzy. Lina took her hand.

"Lina, why? It's time to work...."

Then the door swung open. Rose's face in her cloak was visible.

"Come on, we have to run away, Lina, wake her up!"

"It's strange, she must be sick! Heuk!"

"There is no time to cry now!"

At Rose's urgent urging, Violet inadvertently looked at the window. And she opened her eyes wide. Oh, it was the same as back then. It was the same as when her village, where she lived, was attacked by bandits. Fire, fire engulfed the Flower Street. At that moment, her dazed mind returned, and she began to hear shouts around her. Violet quickly got up. Her body was trembling.

"Come on, let's run away."

At Rose's words, Lina and Violet followed her. When they came out of the shop, the old shop was also on fire. As the flaming pillar passed right past Lina, Lina screamed, "Ahhh!" The hem of Lina's long skirt caught fire and they put out the fire by stepping on it with their feet.

"Here you go, kids!"

Then Lydia opened a small corner door and shouted into the store.

"You should have run away first, you idiot!"

When Rose frowned and said, Lydia smiled faintly. That was also the reason why she couldn't hate the weak-hearted Lydia. As she came out of the back door, Freesia was waiting for her with an anxious expression on her face. There were tears in her eyes.

"Come on! It's stupid, but why do you have to bring her back and come back?"

Rose retorted angrily at Freesia's words.

"Bad girl! How could you say such a thing! She's just ten years old! She's my sister!"

Rose grabbed her by the shoulder. The women went into the mountains.

"What happened to Grandma Goth?"

"Whatever, she'd rather die."

Freesia groaned. Lydia, who was running, was terrified, but she was smiling broadly.

"But are we finally getting out of here?"

"Yeah."

Lina replied with a smile. She was afraid that someone would chase her. But even so, if she could save her life, she could gain her freedom.

Fortunately, it was a corner store, so they were able to go towards the mountain. If you cross this mountain range, you will find the capital of this country. They were able to smile broadly for the first time with that expectation. God did not abandon them. The night bound them, but for today they would be protected. Rose said she was happy to get out of debt. Lina also said she would look for another job. Lydia said she would go and think about what she would do, she laughed.

Violet realized that Rose held her hand tightly. And now she was grinning at the fact that she didn't need to be beaten. It was then that they stopped in amazement at a group of torches outside the forest. A menacing red torch colored the dark forest.

 

And even more dangerous was the crowd wearing armor. More than twenty men, all looking, were looking at a group of fleeing women with knives on their hands. But the girls were relieved. It was because they were men wearing the armor of the Kingdom Army, not the appearance of bandits. In addition, some were familiar faces. They were terrified and burst out laughing. Are you afraid of the Kingdom Army? They must have come to subdue the bandits. At that time, Freesia smiled broadly and stood in front of the knight riding a white horse. Violet was also seen him a few times. He was the Knight of Freesia.

"Oh, my God, Will, you're here! I was going to visit you!"

She said. The blonde knight looked at her with a firm look. Violet felt uneasy when his expression was not released. Compared to Freesia, who smiled broadly, the knight, who was her client, had a different look than she had seen before. He looked at her face with a stiff face.

Lina and Rose also held Violet's hand as if they felt similar to Violet's. Why is he looking at Lydia like that? She reiterated anxiously. Only Freesia spoke cheerfully in a sultry voice.

"Oh, my knight! Why aren't you answering?"

At her voice, the knight looked at her with a stern face. A silver light flashed. Lydia screamed. And Rose and Lina were screaming as if it had been a flare. Violet, only Violet, was so startled that she couldn't scream. It was too easy for the knight's large sword to pierce Freesia's stomach. Freesia fell forward without screaming. The knight who wiped off her blood looks at them and announces her death.

"The remnants of the bandits are cleared by the orders of the Marquis of Ermengart."

Fallen corpses, blood, screaming sisters, they came to their senses and ran. There was no use in asking why. They wanted to defend themselves, they're not the remnants of bandits. But the moment they stopped defending, their swords and maces would not even give them a chance to make excuses.

The hope, which had swelled like ripe bread only recently, rotted away and disappeared, leaving only despair. It was Lydia who was pierced by the spear first. Rose and Lina ran away from Lydia's moan without looking back. So was Violet. They were running back to the Flower Street, which was in a state of chaos. At that time, a group of people ran out from the village. The armor of the kingdom army flashed red in the light.

Behind them, before them, the armies of the kingdom were approaching them. They couldn't even run away, they were just groaning and screaming in terror. Soldiers chasing from the front were unable to move hastily at the sight of the women's union. Especially when they saw Violet's face, they were even more hesitant. As they hesitated, the knight on horseback shouted.

"What are you doing? Are you going to disobey the orders of the Marquis?"

As if to come to their senses, some soldiers came screaming and swinging mace. It felt someone hug Violet tightly. There was a dull popping sound. And with a shrill sound, she realized that the hand of the one holding her tight had loosened. She lifted her head to know who was hugging her, but she couldn't. Because she had no face. At the same time, blood splashed and soaked Violet's face. She couldn't even scream and was hit by the fountain of blood. It was the same as when her father's head was cut off. She thought.

There was a scream next to her, and it soon became quiet. Violet looked around her. She didn't know who Rose was and who she was Lina. They both flew away with their heads smashed. She would never know anymore. Because Violet would die, too.

Tears welled up in her eyes. Oh, uh, she wanted to say something, but she couldn't. Her heart started beating again. She watched the soldier slowly approaching her. She watched it without even closing her eyes, contemplating the pain the soldier wielded on her head.

- Wake up!

She had a headache. Her forehead felt like it was going to break. She thought it was obvious that she had been hit with a mace. But at the same time as the pain in her head, her vision suddenly turned white. Is it in the arms of God? Am I dead now? The light that had only blinded her eyes faded. She just stood there blankly. She didn't feel any pain. Vision returned and she realized she was still standing in the woods. A strong red torch lit up the bodies of her sisters who were lying next to her. And one more body. It was obviously the body of a man who killed his sisters and tried to kill her. She looked at the faces of the soldiers around her, frightened, as if he had been hit by the steel he was wielding. But she realized that the soldiers' faces were terrified. They looked at her with her blank face. In the distance, the sound of the horseshoes began to be heard. She didn't know how many horses' hooves it was. People in flashing armor approached. Some soldiers knelt with pale faces.

"Sa- Saintess."

It was as if there was a sound of laughter coming from somewhere. It was a sad laugh.