What Kind of Me Would Make You Proud?

"I want to be a bad woman!"

"What did you say!"

The body's owner's eyelids twitched, and even the Rover couldn't help but gasp.

This little girl had just said she wanted to be a savior, but after the two of them simultaneously silenced her, she immediately came up with something even more outrageous.

"Isn't that good...? Then let's go save the world..."

"Okay, okay, fine. A bad woman it is, she's already a little rascal."

The body's owner sighed deeply; settling for second best was a last resort.

As long as she doesn't act like a savior, it's fine. Let her be a bad woman; anyway, this girl was never one to be trifled with.

"Then tell me, how do you want to become a bad woman?"

"First, I need to get a lot of people to work for me and acknowledge me as their boss!"

"Hmm, that's the flavor. And then?"

"Then I'll force them to work a full eight hours a day, with only triple pay for overtime!"

"Cough cough..." The Rover coughed violently. Eight hours? Triple pay? What kind of bad woman is this? This is a conscientious entrepreneur!

"Hehe... Were you scared by me? This is just the beginning!"

Aemeath stood with her hands on her hips, head tilted back, gesturing wildly in the air as if she were commanding the world, "If you become my subordinate, you'll only get a maximum of three days off per week, only two months of annual leave, two mandatory medical checkups every year, and at least three months between each pay raise..."

She was so immersed in the order she had created that she was oblivious to the world around her, her little face beaming with the smug satisfaction of "I'm such a genius."

"That's not the worst part. When they're driven to the brink of madness and unable to even scream, that's when I'll show them what despair truly means."

"Under my command, you only get five meals a day, you must be in bed by 11 p. m., have a glass of warm milk before bed, then do 20 minutes of gymnastics, and you must be up by 8 a. m., or your breakfast will be halved!"

"How was it? Wasn't it terrifying?"

"That was terrifying!"

The body's owner made a fearful expression, pretending to tremble, his hands shaking as if it were real.

"Hmph..."

Aemeath put her hands on her hips and hummed softly, thinking herself incredibly impressive. Her chin was held high, as if she were waiting for praise.

"When Aemeath grows up, she'll definitely become the best, best bad woman!"

"Of course! I'm tired, carry me back!"

The little girl yawned, opened her arms, and looked like she wanted a hug.

At this moment, his eyes were already squinted into slits, his head was nodding, he was so sleepy but still trying to maintain his composure.

"Okay, okay, I'll do whatever you say."

The body's owner spoke with a doting voice, skillfully pulling the body into their arms. Just as they were about to leave, a soft kiss was heard as small lips pressed against the cheek.

"This is the first step to becoming a bad woman!"

From now on, I will protect you from the wind and rain!

"Haha... you little rascal, you're so clever and mischievous. I'm capable enough; I don't need you to help me..."

Before he could finish speaking, a small fist landed on his chest. The force wasn't great, but it silenced him.

"Shut up..."

Aemeath leaned on his shoulder, her voice muffled and sleepy, yet she spoke clearly, word by word, "I can see it. So many people admire you, respect you, and think you're incredibly amazing..."

"But I don't think you're that great at all. You get sad, you miss home, and you're upset about failures. It's a pity no one sees that. They think you were born invincible, that you'll always be omnipotent..."

Her voice grew softer and softer, as if she might fall asleep at any moment.

"I'm different from them. I want to comfort you when you're in pain, protect you when you're in danger, and cheer you up when you're down... I want to... stay by your side forever..."

Upon hearing this, the body's owner suddenly stopped and stood there for a very, very long time.

So long that the sun had set, and night quietly enveloped the entire snowfield. The wind stopped, the snow stopped falling, and only the even breathing of the little person in my arms remained between heaven and earth.

"Aemeath, I..."

After a long while, he finally found his voice. As soon as he spoke, the little one in his arms nestled on his shoulder and began to snore happily, a bubble even rising from the tip of his nose.

"Thank you, Aemeath, thank you for coming into my life, thank you for protecting me. With you by my side, I feel truly happy."

"Thank you all, I feel very happy too!"

The Rover thought to himself that today was the most memorable day of his life. It seemed that the power of the Threnodian could occasionally have a positive effect.

A moment later, the two returned to the house. As soon as the door opened, a warm and cozy atmosphere rushed out. The fire in the fireplace was still burning, flickering with an orange-red light.

Perhaps, this is what home feels like.

The little one was really tired from playing; she only slowly opened her eyes when we put her on the bed.

"Sweetie, get some rest. I'll go make you some food..."

The body's owner had just gotten up when a small hand grabbed his little finger.

The hand was small and soft, with so little force that it was almost imperceptible, yet he just couldn't take a step.

Aemeath, still half-asleep, muttered to herself, "What kind of person am I that would make you proud?"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the Rover heard a buzzing sound!

A powerful gravitational force surrounded him, as if an invisible thread was pulling him away; it seemed he should leave.

Just then, he briefly regained control of his body, as if fate had made him say goodbye to the little girl.

He looked down at the little one on the bed, half asleep, half awake. Pink hair was spread out on the pillow, long eyelashes drooped down, and a smile that hadn't yet faded lingered on the corner of his mouth.

"Aemeath, I only wish that you can live a carefree and happy life!"