...The time turned back to before the New Year...
"Dinner!"
At the slightly urging call, the children still playing in the yard immediately gathered together.
This was an orphanage, but unlike the awful institutions that so often served as negative examples in novels, anime, and games, there was no child trafficking, no child abuse, no embezzling donations, no bullying, and none of the other troubling issues, such as exploiting child labor.
This was simply a perfectly legitimate orphanage. Moreover, because one of its benefactors was a truly compassionate and influential figure who often came to inspect it personally—not as a mere publicity stunt—there was no room for anything sordid.
It was just that, recently, an uncommunicative child had arrived here.
His name was Ammon.
Although the surname A was rather uncommon in China, the orphanage would not rename a child for that reason. Or rather, even if a name had to be changed, that was something for the adoptive parents to consider. In fact, for the sake of easy memorization, the staff practically wished every child were named A-something.
Compared to the other children his age, Ammon was more withdrawn. He liked sitting alone in a corner, but the orphanage staff did not care much about his personality. Or rather, most orphans had some degree of psychological issues when they first arrived at the orphanage.
However, none of the staff could have imagined that this thin boy, who looked only six or seven years old and had a faint birthmark around his right eye, had once been the God of Deception.
Listening to the fat woman's noisy voice, Ammon had initially wanted to ignore her. But considering that his current body was no different from that of an ordinary child, he ultimately got up and headed toward the dining