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"So that's how it is. I was surprised, too. To think that the amazing Isabella..." Staring closely at her facial features in a square mirror that was connected to the wall, Krone talked to herself and the doll that lay on her bed motionlessly. "... and she's not reporting it to the higher-ups, but trying to cover up her mistake. However, if I help her out here, she'll owe me, and I'll one day have the mom position!" Smiling widely at the thought, Krone's concerns quickly wandered over to the figure that stood hushed in the room's corner as Isabella spoke of the reason she was assigned there. The silent, diligent little child that was over two heads shorter than she was also bearing the uniform.

"Did you hear? A half-demon was dispatched to a farm to take care of the children as a sister! Who could have allowed such an atrocity?!" Recalling the words that another sister-in-training spoke, Krone froze as her body quivered in fear; the hands that were clutching the sides of the wall mirror shakingly pulled back as she took a step back in terror.

That girl...

The image of (Y/n), standing obediently in the corner as she revised papers, developed in her mind once more, but with this time sinister shadow-like claws were poking from the placid girl as Krone ultimately understood why she felt so frightened in the little girl's presence. The bloodlust... such as an aura that only obsessed human-eating demons could bear.

'One wrong move and I could become that thing's next meal...' Shakingly moving her head to the right, Krone's thoughts receded to the back of her mind as she heard her little doll crying. "Oh my, what's wrong? You're crying so much. You'd be happy too, right? If I became a mom?" Seating down on the groaning bed, Krone reached out to the doll and lifted it into her arms, rocking it tenderly as she looked down at it with devotion.

"If that happens, I'll get busier, but you'll support me, right? Don't get jealous of the other children and say selfish things, okay? Wait a minute—could this be my chance?" Springing up from the bed, Krone raised the doll high in glee. "I can become a mom! Not one day, but now!" Whirling the doll around haphazardly, Krone noisily tramped on the wooden floor as she pranced around, only to stop short as another ominous thought came to light. "If I capture the children who know the secret and report her violation, Isabella will be fired! It would be faster to pretend to obey her and then take her position away!" Flinging the child high enough that it hit the wall, Krone soon caught it into her arms as she dangled it around once more, but with just one hand, singing cheerfully:

"Capture the targets!"

Gloomy and silent was the hallway linked to Krone's room as an image could be seen next to the door, her eyes closed with not even her breathing being able to be detected by the fellow sister. 'Ah, yes—a new Sister has arrived, and with bad intentions already. Perhaps younger Sister should give older Sister some wise sisterly advice.'

Holding her singing once she heard polite knocking coming from the other side of the door, Krone hurriedly hid her doll as she adjusted her appearance, putting on a happy smile as she briskly stepped over to the door, opening it swiftly only to freeze as she saw the beaming figure on the other side of the door.

Smiling affectionately up at her new Sister, (Y/n) spoke: "Younger Sister wishes to talk to older Sister, so please, move aside."

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"The kids like her." Putting back a now dried plate, (Y/n) hummed as she stole a glance towards Sister Krone's way, smile still constant as she observed her getting intimate with the curious children who surrounded her. "Indeed. Perhaps they may forget about their younger Sister soon if this keeps up." Picking another plate (Y/n) quietly dried it as the other two in front of her stared at her with concern. "You know nothing can replace you, right?" Grinning at Norman (Y/n) just shrugged her shoulders and went back to wiping the wet plates.

"In all seriousness; how do we maneuver around two adults who are liked so much?" Scrubbing the stained dishes, Ray asked this question as Norman silently agreed, looking away from the humming (Y/n) as he went back to doing his task. "The biggest concern is the report to the demons. As soon as we escape, the demons will be after us."

"No need to fret, my dear siblings; your Sister has that all taken care of." Moving speedily as she held the plate that Norman almost dropped, she cleaned it for him as she soon after dried it. With closed eyes and a tranquil smile, (Y/n) spoke up: "Greetings, Elder Sister."

Flinching once she heard the half-demon speak her proper title, Krone anxiously chuckled as she stepped away from the two boys, her once exuberant expression now weary as she seemed to pay more regard to (Y/n) instead of Ray and Norman.

"Greetings, younger Sister... quite the formal missy you are, aren't you?"

"I like to think of myself as someone who knows her place, Elder Sister."

Covering up her frown, Krone looked away from the peaceful female and instead glanced down at the two unavailable prodigies, her hands held behind her back as she gave them a modest smile. "Norman and Ray, right?"

"Yes."

"I heard you get perfect scores on the tests."

"Yes."

"That's amazing. It's nice to meet you. I hope we can get along." Shaking both of their hands, Krone creepily smiled over at Ray, only to freeze in fear as she felt a soft hand grip her shoulder. "Elder Sister, why must you be so peculiar? They are your siblings! Such a stiff lady you are." Giggling in amusement (Y/n) observed as Krone instantly let go of their hands as she gradually uncoiled her back, but not once did she look over at (Y/n) beaming face.

"Oh, I see... thank you for the advice, younger Sister. I will go now." Watching Krone leave with rude footsteps (Y/n) turned to face the two as she wiped her hands with a towel, rubbing their heads warmly before turning around and walking away, out of the room and out of their sight.

Turning back around once (Y/n) was no longer near them, Norman hid his flushed face away from the quiet Ray as he returned to his task, only to chime up after a few seconds had passed. "As long as we have (Y/n) on our side, safety shouldn't be an issue." Nodding his head in agreement, Ray stopped scrubbing the dishes, as he instead blankly glared at the wall in front of him. "What do you think the reason is why Sister Krone is frightened of Sister? For a young girl to have influence over an adult to such a degree is strange." Silence shrouded the two as they remained to doing their chores, their minds a war field.

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Sitting on top of the tree as she viewed the moon hovering high in the night sky, besieged by twinkling lights, the familiar smile that (Y/n) wore was now gone and was instead replaced with an enigmatic frown, eyes dull as she leaned her head on the rough bark of the tree. Things were developing quicker than she would have pleased for it to, but she expected this to come from Isabella herself. Never taking chances—all except for her.

The finest plantation known to demonkind, and Isabella is the Mother of it, too. She thought she needed something with more capacity to help her keep everyone in check, and that was where she came along. It was perfect timing, really, but it was never (Y/n) real motive in supporting Isabella with her desire. Amusing how much that woman warmed up to her, but (Y/n) hasn't. At that point, she was just doing this, for then one day she could flee and live a life of her own, far away from everything. But if she were to help the children escape...

A grin spread across her smile as her eyes shifted to a crimson red. Oh, how much she could cripple the demons! They would grovel at their feet once they recognized they were betrayed! It would be so wonderful! Chuckling (Y/n) concentrated her eyes as she glanced over the wall and to the world before it. She will help these children escape the cage that they were shackled in. Being oblivious to something instead of being conscious of is the extremest torture known to living kind.

Leaning more on the bark of the tree (Y/n) continued watching the moon, savoring the scarce time where she had time all to herself during working hours.

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"Scheduled check-in. Scheduled check-in. This is 73584, Plant Three. October 17th; everything is normal. Now ending transmission." Inside of a dingy room, near a desk, sat Isabella, who wore a pair of headphones with a low light held underneath her chin, giving insufficient light to the grim environment.

"Isabella?"

"Grandma?"

"I have a message from the Boss. "Those three can be shipped out as scheduled, right?". Listen, Isabella; this year, the other plants have overall been bearing poor fruit. Only your plant can deliver the supreme goods that will be offered at the Tifari."

"Yes, I've understood that since the beginning."

"Please, give the Boss this message: "Everything is going fine. You may have any child at any time."

"Oh, and another thing. The Boss wishes to know how his niece is doing."

"... Tell Boss: "(Y/n) is doing just fine"."

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