"…permission to lie."
The words echoed in Lizbeth's ears.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Tears streamed down her face as she stared at Lith with hollow eyes. She was so scared right now that in her blurred vision, she saw a flash of bright light, then everything went dark as if she had shut her eyes.
The darkness slowly faded and Lizbeth saw a toddler with green hair and pretty green eyes, holding the skirt of a lady whose face was cast in a shadow. The two were in a hallway of some castle.
"Mommy! Mommy! Mommy don't go!"
The toddler bawled her eyes out and pulled the skirt of the woman with as much strength as she could muster.
The woman did not look at the child and continued to walk, dragging the child along.
The crying toddler and the lady reached the gate of some place, front of which was an open carriage.
A man in a suit was waiting for the lady whose face was unknown.
As Lizbeth turned to have a look at the man, even his face was unknown.
"Mommy! Daddy! Don't go! Don't go!"
The toddler wailed and pulled the woman's skirt as hard as she could.
This time, the woman turned around and looked at the girl.
Lizbeth could not see whether she was actually looking or not, but with her body language, she could make this much out.
"Mommy?"
The toddler somewhat stopped crying as a glimmer of hope flashed in her innocent heart.
"Live," said the woman in an indifferent voice. "If you live long enough, you'll find us one day."
With that, the woman pulled her skirt and the toddler lost her grip on it. The force with which she had pulled caused the child to fall face down.
The rough ground with fine rock particles grazed her skin and created many small cuts and scratches.
Lying face down on the ground, the toddler began wailing once again and called for her mother, but alas, the carriage had left already.
"Mommy… mommy… mommy…"
The girl mumbled while on the ground. She had no more tears left to shed, and energy to cry or make any sound.
She slowly started losing consciousness.
Before she fell unconscious, a pair of tattered shoes could be seen by the toddler.
"Sigh… to be this cruel to your own child…"
Those were the last words the toddler heard before she passed out.
Lizbeth, looking at the scene, was in absolute shock. It was to the point she couldn't make heads or tails of the situation.
Her life… her life's memories were flashing past her eyes!
"Caretaker…" Lizbeth said softly as tears trickled down her eyes.
When she was a toddler, she could only see her tattered shoes. However, right now she could see the whole body of the middle-aged lady except for her face.
The scene in front of Lizbeth changed as the caretaker carried the toddler with her.
In the blink of an eye, the scene in front of Lizbeth changed.
"…I am sorry, child. You have to save half of that food for dinner or you'll be starving and won't be able to sleep."
The toddler was crying as the middle-aged lady took a bowl of boiled water with some lentils in it away from the child.
It could barely be called a meal with how watery it was. However, it was still somewhat filling due to the water. It had certain magical properties that somewhat satiated one's hunger.
However, to a growing toddler who needed a lot of nutrients, this much wasn't enough. She needed more, but there wasn't a surplus available.
The middle-aged lady hugged the wailing toddler and rubbed her back.
"Please don't cry. I will try to help you as much as I can."
After saying so, the caretaker broke the hug and looked at the toddler who had somewhat stopped crying.
She wiped the tears off her face and said with a smile, "Since you have been a good girl until now, it is only right that you get rewarded, right?"
This time, Lizbeth could see the middle-aged woman's chapped lips and her sad smile. Only this much was uncovered from the hidden face.
The woman took out a dusty book from a shelf nearby. The house was small with the room having only a table, chair, and shelf.
The shelf had the woman's clothes and everything the woman could find like books, hairpins, scrap metals, and so on.
There was no kitchen. Just a stove in the corner of the room with some utensils.
There wasn't a bathroom either, and to shower was a privilege they couldn't afford. Going for number one or two had to be in the open, in a forest ten minutes away from the settlement they were in.
Thanks to there being barely any food, going for number two would happen only once or twice in a week.
A normal person peed quite frequently and a toddler could not cover a great distance for such a thing. Thankfully, there was a boulder just a couple of steps away.
The toddler could hide behind it and do her thing, no one would be able to notice her.
The caretaker was truly a kind woman who did whatever she could in her power to raise her.