Annie could certainly find her own way back to Dragonbone Village. In fact, she might not even need to go out of her way to find it, since she already had the village's coordinates. If she wanted to, she could just whoosh and be back.
And that was exactly what she did!
And this time, she didn't go back alone. She brought along a little tagalong!
That's right!
The little tagalong was the short-haired girl she'd seen in the sickroom where she'd hidden in the lighthouse—the girl who had already died from a blood disease. Her whole body was filthy, and she was only a little girl, number 9033!
Annie had felt sorry for her at the time, so she'd thought it over and saved her life while she still had the chance. But just then, those people had chased them to the door. With no other choice, Annie had to bring her along and teleport back to Dragonbone Village.
And so, the wheels of fate began to turn in secret...
Perhaps, somewhere out there, the so-called "Goddess of Luck" really did exist—and had begun to work her magic, quietly taking pity on a little girl who wasn't even worthy of a name?
Number 9033, Dustfolk, prospective laborer...
Those few short words summed up the entire life of the little girl, who had lost her freedom and right to bear children from the moment she was born. She should have spent her childhood playing in that steel-built aerial cage, knowing "nature" only through the lighthouse's rooftop ecological farm. She was meant to grow up on bug cakes, dirty water, and meager rations, then be thrown into endless hard labor as soon as she came of age, until she died.
But today, she had unexpectedly arrived safely on the ground, just