DAD!!!

  MOM!!!

  Mira’s scream tore through the room. Her hands ched into fists, her muscles tensing as veins bulged along her arms.

  Wait… did they actually kill her parents?!

  Damn it… What the hell?!

  Are they serious? Did they really kill them?!

  This little piece of trash ahem to murder her parents?!

  Ats’ fury burned hot, but all he could do was watch as Mira’s grief turo something darker. Her eyes glowed a deep, crimson red, and razor-sharp cws emerged from her fingers.

  Is she… a rabbit or a wolf?

  “What?! What’s happening to her?!” the bandaged boy shouted, his voice crag with panic. “Hold her down! Don’t let her escape!”

  The meated for a split sed, unnerved by the sudden transformation, but they began moving toward her.

  Mira broke free in an instant, her movements sharp. She hissed, baring her sharp teeth as the six men quickly closed in, surrounding her.

  Ats remaiill, watg ily, his mind rag.

  What will the oute of this be?

  It was clear that none of the six men were Awakened—ordinary humans. But Mira, in this state, was anything but ordinary. She had bee feral, her instincts taking over pletely.

  One of the men lu her, but she darted to the side with speed as she evaded his grasp. Before they could regroup, she leapt behind another of her attackers.

  “Help! Someone help me!” the man shouted in terror, but it was too te.

  Mira’s cws drove deep into his neck, her hand gripping his throat. Blood sprayed violently, spttering across the room as the man colpsed, gurgling, to the floor.

  The bandaged boy paurning to flee toward the door.

  But Mira moved faster. She darted toward him. One of the men smmed her to the ground, but she sprang back to her feet almost instantly, grabbing the boy’s leg and yanking it hard enough to send him sprawling.

  Three of the other men rushed her at otempting to pin her down. But Mira was too fast. She twisted a, flipping through the air to avoid their grasp.

  As she nded, she propelled herself onto one of the remaining men, her cws plunging brutally into his neck. Blood spurted from the wound as the man colpsed, choking.

  She tinued her assault, her body moving with terrifying agility, darting from oarget to the . Each time she struck, her cws tore through flesh with precision. One by ohe meo the floor, their bodies lifeless and blood poolih them.

  The room fell silent, save for the terrified gasps of the bandaged boy. He pressed himself against the door, his eyes wide with fear, trembling as Mira turo him.

  In a fsh, she closed the distance. Her sharp fingers plunged deep into his throat. The boy gurgled, his mouth opening as if to scream , but no sound escaped. Blood gushed from the wound in his neck.

  Mira withdrew her hand, and his body stiffened before crumpling lifelessly to the floor.

  The room was now a graveyard, drenched in blood, with Mira standing alone amidst the age.

  The room fell into plete silence, leaving only the bunny girl standing in its ter, her breath ing in short, ragged gasps. Her onow-white hair, as beautiful as freshly fallen snow, was now stained crimson with blood—her clothes, her face, everything marked by the age.

  Ats stood before her, his gaze heavy as he watched her. Mira’s eyes had returo their normal color, yet she stood motionless, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to catch her breath.

  For a moment, she didn’t move, just stood there iillness. Slowly, the girl turo look around at the gruesome se surrounding her.

  Her expression was ft—her shoor panic crossed her face. Even though she had returo her normal state, there was no indication of remorse or fear in her gaze.

  Does that mean she was scious of what she did?

  Ats wondered, his thoughts ing.

  Did she unleash her fury deliberately while in that form? Is that why she’s been hiding her awakeatus?

  Mira began to move agaieps slow as she approached her parents' lifeless bodies lying on the blood-soaked floor.

  She sank to the ground beside them, dropping into a seated W-position with her legs folded under her.

  She remaiterly still, silent, staring at their faces. Then, slowly, tears began to stream down her cheeks, but there was no sobbing. No cries or wails of grief—just silent, unending tears sliding down her bloodied face.

  Ats sat down beside her, his gaze softening as he silently kept her pany in this devastating moment.

  What will happen to her after this? he wondered.

  Surely, there would be sequehe boy Mira had killed must have been someone important—a child of influen the city. It was evident from the number of bodyguards he had at his disposal and the audacity to and others to take lives without fear of repercussions.

  Ats sighed deeply.

  She’s already lost everything… and now this?

  But before his thoughts could spiral further, his attention so Mira as a strange energy began to radiate from her body. A glowing magic circle formed beh her.

  Wait… is this it?

  Is this the moment she’s chosen to bee a Lord?

  The magic circle fred brighter, its light enveloping Mira entirely. In an instant, the glowing runes ed her, and she vanished from the room.

  Before Ats could react, the magic dragged him along with it, pulling him into its swirling vortex.

  Ats found himself in airely different pce.

  Oh… what is this? Wait—

  He turned in every dire, taking in his surroundings. Mira was there, still dressed in the same bloodied clothes, standing a short distance away.

  But this was unmistakably a floating isnd.

  However, it wasn’t just any isnd. Lush green grass spread across the ground, vibrant trees grew tall ahy, and colorful flowers dotted the ndscape.

  Ats turned again, marveling at the sheer vastness of the pce. The isnd stretched far beyond what he expected, its edges obscured by dense forests. Even hills ale slopes added to the idyllic terrain.

  How the hell...? How is this possible?

  Why is her starter isnd so massive? And not just massive—this fertile, this flourishing?

  “Woah…”

  What?

  Ats tur the sudden sound and froze when he saw Mira standing there.

  But this wasn’t the solemn, blood-stained Mira from moments ago. No, this was the Mira he khe Mira with the bright, familiar expression he had grown aced to.

  “Beautiful…” she murmured, her voice filled with wonder as she ran forward, her movements light and pyful.

  Mira crouched near a patch of flently brushing her bloodied fingers over the delicate petals.

  “These flowers are so beautiful…”

  Then, with a giggle, she added, “I grow so many carrots here. I’ll turn this whole isnd into a carrot paradise! Xi xi xi!”

  The cheerful girl began darting around, expl the isnd. She grabbed a bucket and started watering the pnts. Stopping occasionally, she leaned in to sniff the vibrant blooms, her ughter eg through the air.

  At that moment, Ats’s visio dark, signaling the end of his journey into Mira’s past memories.

  When he opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on his bed, now wide awake. He goward the window and noticed the soft glow of m light streaming in.

  Was I really asleep all night?

  Ats sat up slowly, his head still spinning from everything he had witnessed. Delving into Mira’s past had been aional weight he wasn’t prepared for—it had left him feeling utterly drained and uled.

  If her tale hadn’t ended with her being a Lord, I don’t think I could have rested without knowing what happened .

  He sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair.

  That girl…

  It was almost impossible to recile the Mira he knew—cheerful, i, and full of energy—with the girl from that harrowing past.

  Behind her bright smile and pyful demeanor, she carried scars that ran far deeper than he’d ever imagined.

  Shaking off the heaviness in his chest, Ats stood up, walked to the door, and ope. As he stepped out of his room, he was greeted by a familiar figure.

  There she stood—a girl with snow-white hair and a pair of rabbit ears perched atop her head.

  “My Lood m! I’ve already picked the freshest carrots for you this m,” Mira said cheerfully, holding up a small basket filled with vibrant carrots.

  For a moment, Ats simply stood there, staring at her, his chest tightening with emotion. Then, without a word, he stepped forward and ed her in a firm embrace.

  This was the hug he had yearo give the young Mira from her memories—a gesture he could only offer now to the Mira standing before him in the present.

  “My Lord?” Mira murmured softly.

  Ats ched his fists as he held her. He wasn’t sure if he was trying to calm himself or if he was trying to give strength to the girl in his arms.

  Either way, he knew ohing with certainty: this girl had survived a hellish and tragic past. She had endured, and now she stood here before him.

  “Are you happy on this isnd?”

  “Yes, My Lord…” Mira replied softly.

  [Mira Springfoot has been upgraded…]

  [Her talents have been merged…]

  [She has unlocked a alent…]

  [gratutions on upgrading your subordinate…]

  [You have received 320 Are Shards.]

  “From now on, pnt as many carrots as you want,” he whispered softly.