Hurts! Mommy
Conscious

In a room with golden shades, a large mattress and a golden mosquito net with a blue rose, a girl lay weak. He had been unconscious for a week since the Monster attacked the Capital City and that week no one visited him, he was just accompanied by a servant beside him.

Anne's servant faithfully stood by the mistress, hoping for a miracle to come, each time she remembered when the master ran to the surrendered Monster himself, his body was blown away and his head was hit by a rock.

"Mrs.... " That very painful sound of crying, at every moment broke the silence of the room.

"Why should it be like this, madam? Madam must be strong and prove that Madam is strong,"

The pinched eyeball moved, its beautiful petals and fine fur curled upwards as if asking for the key to open. Under his consciousness.

He remembered something, piece by piece it felt real, humiliation, mightiness, crying, all mixed in one. Just like in his world, in humiliation, his father and mother separated. One day he went to work and had an accident.

Huh

His chest rose and fell with eyes that rounded upwards. His body was like a stone that he could not move, just shifting was painful.

"Mrs, Madam is aware."

Waiter Anne immediately came out and closed the door, along the passageway she ran out. No matter how many servants bumped into him and grumbled. Even he was unaware, there was Duke Vixtor and his lover Ellena.

"Duke, what's wrong with the waiter?" ask Ellena.

"I don't know, but he's being disrespectful to you" he said angrily.

"Let it go," Duke Vixtor again coiled the baby's puffed cheeks. In front of the terrace, right in the room of Duchess Alexsa. A woman was staring intently, both her eyeballs as if there was a magnet that kept pointing at the lovers. "In my memory, that person is him. How can I move my body?"

While Duke Vixtor and Ellena, suddenly the bodies of the two felt goosebumps.

"Duke, it's hot, but I feel weird."

"Yes, my body feels goosebumps" Duke Vixtor said.

Duchess Alexsa looked the other way, the house she occupied like a palace. The spacious and very magnificent grounds, even five-star hotels in modern times lost.

"The owner of this body was once pregnant, but did not know who impregnated it and the owner of this body was the second child of a Marquess. He was not accepted in the residence, his mother also left him."

Duchess Alexsa stared at the rose beside her, as if she felt enchanted by the red flower.

"Anne, that waitress, she never let Duchess Alexsa get close to the roses, what happened to the roses? I was curious" he smiled. That piece of memory, made him understand and feel sorry for the owner of that body.

He lives in a world of violence, killing and protecting is his duty. In contempt and fighting even food, to make himself strong.

His nose sniffed the rose, the fresh and fragrant scent entered his nose, making his brain calm.

"Mrs!" suddenly someone came up to her and grabbed the rose, throwing it on the floor. "Is Madam okay?" ask Anne's waiter so worried.