Villain Simulator-Chapter 93: Kiara’s Wish

Kiara let out a loud exclamation.

Once again, her emotions almost pushed her to tears.

Fortunately, before she could burst into tears, a sudden realization appeared to had struck her, and her somber expression transformed into one of delight.

"That means I can really leave. I won the bet?"

"Yes, you can. But your freedom comes with conditions."

Gulp!

"D-do I... have to be your slave too?"

"No. There’s no need for that. Also, don’t worry—I’ll grant you the one wish I promised. So, what’s your wish?"

Kiara’s head lowered involuntarily, and she bit her lower lip. Then she shook her head and lifted her gaze toward me, slowly opening her mouth.

"I don’t know. I don’t want to live, but I don’t want to die either."

She confessed, her voice low and strained.

Her eyes were quivering, and she subconsciously clutched her trousers.

"I just want a simple, better life... I don’t know how to put it into one wish. Good food, a happy family, and happiness in living—I want to feel it."

Her tear-filled eyes contained hope as she looked at me.

"I have to work because of my younger brothers and sisters. Grandpa William’s health is bad. The big brothers and sisters have already left us, and they don’t care about us."

The more she spoke, the more her voice got hoarse, as if she were trying to barely stop her cry.

"The rest just laze around all day without doing anything, but Grandpa William has given me the responsibility... He says I am the most sensible, and it’s my duty... But I am tired now... I don’t know what to do and wish, but I want to wish. I... Sniff Sniff."

Little tears trickled down Kiara’s cheeks, which she promptly wiped away.

When she had regained her composure again, I inquired about what puzzled me.

"Brothers and sisters? Siblings? What about your parents?"

"... My orphanage brothers and sisters. I don’t have parents... Only Grandpa William."

"Orphanage?"

I asked, taken aback.

"From the [Nightingale] guild?"

"I don’t know about that. But when I awakened, some people came, did some tests on me, and made me work as a porter... They said I had to repay what I received. Sniff, sniff."

[Nightingale] was Ashley’s guild.

Like most typical guilds, they also raised and nurtured orphans to select those who would awaken in the future, and it seemed Kiara was also from one of those.

Naturally, Kiara was unaware of these dirty, behind-the-scenes machinations.

To be honest, she wasn’t supposed to be such a weak character, but it was all due to her sister, Rose, that she had ended up in this state.

However, that was a conversation for another time.

The priority for now was different.

To be honest, I understood everything, but for the moment, I pretended not to and rather inquired curiously.

"Didn’t orphanage kids always stick together and live like a family, helping each other who are of the same kind?"

My intention was to hear her perspective for a more profound understanding. And as expected, my words immediately triggered a wild reaction from her.

"Lie, that’s all a lie! They have never treated me with love!"

Kiara yelled, frustration apparent in her voice.

She pounded her hands against her thighs, her breaths growing heavier with each word.

"When I was young, they bullied me because I was weak. They stole my food... They beat me and bullied me. But they all are now enjoying freely what I hard earn. The rest of them left for a better life. They’re the worst children..."

"I see."

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’I understand now, and maybe even better than her.’

Because even though I wasn’t an orphan, I too had my own share of bad experiences with them.

’Orphanages.’

They weren’t happy, idyllic places full of kids portrayed in stories, where children formed close-knit families.

In real life, most orphanages were nothing more than a prison for grooming children—a place to produce a useful tool, sex slaves, or a product to sell for the elites.

Naturally, not all orphanages were bad, but the reality of most was dark and despairing.

Love, kindness, and empathy were often deceptive—a hoax or fiction—and were purely a strategy to get more donations and support.

In such places, the law of the jungle reigned more severely, with staff, supposed volunteers, or stronger children exploiting those weaker than them.

Kiara’s experience was, sadly, no different.

Even my heart couldn’t help but melt a little at her weak sight and sad life.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t even take her in my arms—at least not in a consoling way without making her terrified.

We had just met today.

Not to mention, I was basically the man who, a few moments ago, was a threat to her life.

Therefore, patting her back as she continuously wiped her tears was all I could do.

"I can’t do much about what happened to you. But since you won’t be leaving me anyway, I will grant your wish. I can’t say anything about making you happy, but with me, at least you won’t be sad.’

"REALLY?

"Yes. So does that work?"

"THANK YOU... Thank you so much, Lord. You’re... sniff. You’re really kind."

’Kind? Haha.’

Hearing that, I couldn’t help but chuckle and shake my head inwardly.

I was not a kind person. I had already killed countless people with my actions.

I didn’t regret them, nor did I feel guilty.

Besides, six days later, I would be once again killing countless people.

Regardless, I wouldn’t call myself bad either, because I too had a heart of emotions, and I too help the poor and feel sad for them.

’Maybe selfish is the better term for me.’

Thinking to myself, I shook my head to remove these thoughts for the moment and focus back on Kiara.

She was a character I had written.

But I had no special feelings for her, like Rachael. Yet I was still helping her.

I was not doing this for her, but for myself.

For my own self-gratification.

’Because she is important to me, and helping her would make me happy. It will prevent me from going astray too.’

That was my reason.

Nothing more, and nothing less.

I was lucky to have met her here, and so was she.

"You too are lucky to have met me here."

Otherwise, soon she would have died, and not even a single soul would have mourned for her death.

It would be awfully sad.

"... Yes, I am lucky. Thank you, Lord."

’Thank you, ah?’

For some reason, I wasn’t in the mood to reply. It wasn’t that I was upset or too happy...

Rather...

I was... calm?

Like those few times in the past—watching the setting sun alone.

Devoid of every worry, I felt a sense of déjà vu.

I enjoyed the temporary, peaceful silence.

But I knew that time would wait for no one.

So I shook my head, stood up, and turned to Charlotte, who was almost done completing her work.

"Let’s clear this dungeon and get out... We don’t have much time."

"Yes Boss!"

...

Time passed pretty quickly.

Once again, donning our disguising artifacts, we successfully completed the dungeon and exited through the gate that appeared after killing the Wolf Boss monster.

Getting out, we were prepared to make a quick getaway, using our skills to assess the scene.

Fortunately, we noticed that the guards on duty had changed.

’It seems like those clever guys realized something was amiss and decided not to get further entangled in the matter.’

I thought to myself. After all, they weren’t officers or law enforcers, just two guards, so their decision made sense.

"Good for us; it saves us the effort."

Since we didn’t require a permit to exit, we swiftly departed the scene, avoiding any surveillance cameras.

Sylvia was taken to one of our family’s hospitals for treatment, while the other two were brought to one of my hideouts.

As for me?

I had to get stronger and do what I had been neglecting for more than two weeks since I came to this world.

’Rachael.’