Chapter 159.3 : (Yurina’s POV) The Immediate Tragedy and the Warmth of the Outstretched Hand

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My name is Yurina. I work in the entertainment district in the town of Resta. Mama’s place is small but everyone is warm, just like a family. 

………….I had a bitter past. My father was so terribly violent that my brother and I were covered in bruises everyday. My mother, she committed suicide when I was only 7 years old because she was unable to withstand my father’s abuse. 

My big brother, Seth, took me by hand and took me to run away from the house when my father’s violence was raging. And then, we became orphans in the slums.

Us, brother and sister, had to resort to begging and stealing in order to survive. My big brother always let me ate more food than him because I was prone to get sick. When I got sick and had a fever, my big brother brought me to the best doctor in town, Kishuu-sensei. I probably would’ve died back then hadn’t I gotten the treatment. That was how weak I was. 

My big brother never told me how he managed to get the money to pay for the treatment.

“Leave everything to onii-chan!”

He’d told me that with a big smile on his face, revealing the gap between his teeth from his tooth falling out. 

But in the end, we were just young children without any intelligence nor power. Us siblings finally reached our limit.

My big brother fell ill. 

It didn’t take long before my brother died. Left with nothing to live for, I was rotting on the street, skinny and waiting for death to come.

I was so terribly skinny and filthy that even a kidnapper didn’t even want to touch me.

But, a helping hand was outstretched to me. 

“You, what’s your name? Do you want to come with me?”

The brawny woman said so as she picked the stick thin me up. That woman was Josephine-san, a woman who ran a night establishment in the entertainment district.

I didn’t even have the strength to answer her and so, she just carried me back home just like that.

She picked me up, gave me decent food and allowed me to rest on a clean bed. Gradually, I started to recover. And then, as my cloudy consciousness started to clear up and I was able to speak properly, to the woman who had been kind to me, I….

“Onii-chan is…. Onii-chan is…”

I cried on Josephine-san’s chest. Even when my big brother died, I didn’t have the willpower to cry, so why? Maybe it was because as soon as I felt safe, my tears overflowed and poured out just like that. 

Up until now, I still vividly remember how she just stayed silent and stroked my very young head as I cried.

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T/N: Yurina-san has such a tragic past…..