The Harvest Mouse Exits the Fairytale Together with Cinderella - Chapter 8

“That aside, are you okay in the places you’re hurt?”

Sera asked with concern as she examined Elodie’s body.

She breathed a sigh of relief only after confirming that the child’s body was flawless, without a single scratch or bruise.

“When a werebeast returns to their original form, all wounds heal, right?”

“No way…”

It wasn’t just a mere wound.

It was a life-threatening injury that could have killed her instantly.

If all werebeasts had this ability, the human world would have been dominated by werebeasts long ago.

‘Is this my ability then?’

In the past, she spent ten years as a mouse in the palace.

The saying that birds hear daytime talk and mice hear nighttime talk is not without reason.

During that time, she had absorbed most of the country’s major and minor events, classified information, and circulating rumors.

‘I heard that inheriting unique abilities is common among nobles in the werebeast community.’

Does that mean I’m a noble? A harvest mouse… of the family?

‘Ridiculous…’

I don’t recall hearing anything specific even in my memories of the future.

Most likely, I was just a powerless and inconspicuous pseudo-noble.

‘More than that, considering that no one has searched for me so far, there’s no guarantee that the family is intact.’

They could have been embroiled in conspiracies, fallen into ruin.

But, somewhere along the way.

Hope, that intense emotion, erupted like a volcano.

‘If I reunite with my family, will there be a place for me to stay with Sera?’

Elodie didn’t know if she could rescue Sera from the Bluewood Mansion.

Yes, that would be enough.

In her past life, Sera chose the prince because her life was so terrible.

So, in this life, she just needed to avoid being mistreated.

Elodie would gift her a future where she could stand alone, happy and peaceful, without necessarily holding the prince’s hand.

Elodie urgently shouted,

“Sewa, let’s wun away!” (Sera, let’s run away!)

“Huh?”

“Evewythin’s bad hewe. Tweating someone wowse than a dowtew, a sishtew, or even a sowbunt, towmenting them to thwe poin of death, tha’s mowe than stwange. Ish wong.” (Everything’s bad here. Treating someone worse than a daughter, a sister, or even a servant, tormenting them to the point of death, that’s more than strange. It’s wrong.)

“…”

“Sewa, you know, wight?” (Sera, you know, right?)

Was this something a child who could barely reach Sera’s hip would be able to say?

Sera trembled as if surprised. But Elodie didn’t step back.

“Sera ish’n weak.”

“No, I…”

“Ish twue. Ebun thow Sewa knows Sewa wiw suffer and get hurt, Sewa still sabe me.” (It’s true. Even though Sera knows Sera will suffer and get hurt, Sera still saved me.)

Choosing only battles that can be won? Who would call that courage?

“Sewa ish stwong. Mowe than anybubby ewse.” (Sera is strong. More than anybody else.)

“…”

As Elodie spoke with sincerity, Sera’s light-colored eyes shook slightly.

“I, yew know. I hab stwane powew. Maybe I’m a nowbu. Maybe no.” (I, you know. I have a strange power. Maybe I’m a noble. Maybe not.)

“…Yes.”

“Bwut ebun wiv vis powew, I can eawn monies, so I can wive ewen if I go owside. Sewa, you can wun away wiv me…” (But even with this power, I can earn money, so I can live even if I go outside. Sera, you can run away with me…)

And then, at that moment.

Suddenly, light poured into the dimly lit warehouse, barely distinguishable for a moment.

The door to the warehouse, which was expected to be tightly closed for at least three days, had opened.

It was the moment she had hoped for, but it wasn’t the right time, at least not now.

The people of the household wouldn’t have come looking for her, considering the severe punishment imposed on Sera.

Surely… they came for something worse.

“As the lord commands! Seize that werebeast mouse and kill it immediately!”

At the forefront, the butler, Alfred, shouted at her while brandishing a rod, considering the darkness of the warehouse.