How to Be a Dark Hero’s Daughter

By the age of five, Cedric had grown as much as an adult. Anyone could see that this wasn’t a normal growth rate.

Moreover, one of Cedric’s arms was born twisted like a monster. That arm, was hairy and had claws, like a werewolf.

‘I found out when I grew up, but it was common among the Lycanthrope lineage.’

When they are born, they are abnormal, but as they grow up, they become a normal and ordinary human body.

The mother didn’t know that the royal lineage was like this. No, not just the mother, probably no one knew. That it was normal.

In terror, the mother confined Cedric. Cedric grew up in captivity.

Whenever he cried out to be released, he was often beaten by his mother.

People from the royal family came looking for him.

But she locked the door and stayed inside. Under no circumstances did the door open.

In the end, a divorce was granted even before the marriage was consummated.

She stayed in the mansion, researching Cedric’s symptoms over and over again.

By the time she realized Cedric’s growth was normal, by the time she realized it was due to the werewolf lineage, she had already kept her son locked up for several years.

She, originally fragile, chose to deny reality.

‘It was easier than admitting she had ruined her son’s childhood.’

Anyway, Cedric’s body kept growing, and the warehouse became more cramped.

The increasingly strong Cedric escaped from the dark warehouse. He was afraid of being caught by his mother and taken back.

Cedric lived in hiding, moving through underground passages and alleys.

Time passed. He didn’t even know how many years had gone by.

‘Am I going to die?’

One day he couldn’t even successfully steal food. Cedric was hiding in a small shadow under a bridge.

“Baby, where are you going?”

“Mom, there’s someone here.”

Then a little girl came running over.

“A beggar?”

No matter how he looked, she was a beggar in a mess.

A tiny girl. Messy strawberry blonde hair. Barefoot. Rags.

Only the poorest people, beggars, lived under the bridge.

“Here, you eat this.”

Discovering Cedric, she whispered, crouching down.

“I got it from the cart.”

Only later did he learn that the bread was given to the girl from a charity cart. And because she looked cute, she got an extra piece.

“You’re pretty.”

The girl said.

Cedric touched his face. The girl laughed with a gap in her teeth.

He laughed with her, unfamiliar with the sensation of his lips curving upwards.

“Baby, Lee, where are you?”

Cedric quickly submerged himself in the river.

The child, who had been watching him for a while, disappeared. After that, occasionally when he went to that place, chunks of burnt bread would be dropped there.

Cedric, who never received a proper education since birth, was childlike despite his huge body.

He only learned of loneliness a long time after escaping his home.

Under the bridge, people lived in a shantytown. There were children of Cedric’s age there. Of course, unlike Cedric, they had normal limbs and age-appropriate appearances.

‘Pretty?’

Cedric kept thinking about what the girl had said.

It was the first time he had spoken to someone other than his mother. At the time, Cedric could barely speak.

One day, Cedric looked at his face reflected in clear water. Clean platinum hair, shining purple eyes, white skin.

His appearance had changed.

However, his monstrous arm remained the same, and so did his abnormally large body.

Sometimes Cedric hid under the bridge and watched the girl play.

She played barefoot with friends and sometimes sat in her mother’s lap.

That dirty shantytown was the most beautiful thing Cedric had seen in his life.

And she was the prettiest of all the children he had seen since birth.