As time goes on, the wife's and the daughter’s coldness intensifies. Now, on the third anniversary of their wedding, they don’t even talk to each other anymore. Seeing this saddened me a little bit. It must be pretty painful to be on a no-talking daily basis with a person you’re supposed to spend the rest of your life with; I couldn’t even begin to imagine. They also never had a new child, as the boss told me his new wife has been taking birth control pills since their wedding night, though the boss has approved of this since the beginning.

  They started to become wasteful with his money. They started buying expensive things for no reason, not because they need it or anything, but to make the boss angry. The boss has always scolded them, but every time he did, the daughter always intercepted the conversation by bringing up the incident where he slapped her mother. She doesn’t even address the boss as a father anymore. I know the boss showed no reaction, but I know deep down he’s hurt. The same thing with her former wife and daughter is happening again.

  This causes the boss to become extremely bitter towards everything. Every time his maids or butlers bring him food or drink, the slightest mistakes, such as the coffee or tea being slightly lukewarm, the food turning slightly cold, he began hitting them, physically abusing them. I was always present every time this happened, almost every single day in his room. I can only watch him hitting and hurting them, yet never once do I lift my hands to interfere.

  I mean, on one side, this feels so disturbing and unfair, but on the other hand, I can’t just lift my hand against the person who saved me and gave me a new life. If it weren’t for him, I would’ve grown up as a prostitute, a whore, a sex worker. I would’ve become a person who only craves physical intimacy. I don’t even wanna imagine that, and I am forever grateful for his intervention.

  And yet, even though he’s always bitter almost 24/7, somehow he talks in a laidback and calming tone whenever he speaks to me, whether it’s a casual conversation or him ordering me to do something. It’s weird, but still makes me happy nonetheless. It makes me feel special since he only shows his kindness to me.

  The downside, though, is that everyone else in the mansion is starting to show their resentment towards me. The maids and butlers used to greet or talk to me sometimes during work hours, but now they always ignore me, even when there’s just me and one of the butlers or maids in a room.

  The wife who used to always buy me food and buy me some other miscellaneous stuff no longer buys anything for me. She also never talked to me anymore, and every time our eyes met, she always looked the other way, showing minimal to no reaction.

  The daughter no longer asks me to play with her. She also tried to never look my way whenever we are within each other’s vision. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t matter to me. It hurts a little bit.

  Fast forward to when I am 20 years old, and everything inside the mansion has escalated to an unhealthy level. The wife is now visiting a brothel so often to sleep with male gigolos so openly that he even announced it to the boss right in his face. The boss, of course, was enraged, but at the same time, he didn’t raise his hands like the first time. He didn’t respond, and his wife just left him without waiting for his response.

  I gather my courage to ask him why he did not react at all. He said to me that he no longer loves his wife, and he’s thinking of the best way to get revenge against her.

  The daughter isn’t any better. He’s dating multiple men at the same time, and she often sneaks them in and shoots a porno film in her own room, every time me and the boss are out for business trips. I only heard about it because I overheard some butlers and maids talking about this, gossiping amongst themselves behind everyone’s back. I, of course, informed the boss of this, and he is once again infuriated by the daughter. But he decided not to take immediate action.

  He ordered me to sneakily follow them and film a video for evidence, for both the wife's and the daughter’s indecent actions. I followed the wife to the brothel secretly and filmed her entering the brothel, as well as when she entered the service room with multiple men at the same time.

  As for the daughter, since she’s filming a porno, I simply searched it online and found her videos within two hours. Turns out the daughter has already made a lot of porno videos online. This daughter is really disgusting. It almost made me puke just looking at the thumbnail of her videos.

  As for the butlers and maids, they have started spreading various rumours about me and the boss. Since the boss never scolded me or anything, they think that I am his actual daughter for some reason, even though my face and the boss’s have no resemblance at all. Ridiculous. They also said that I am a relative of a distant family and that would explain the special treatment, but the boss and me knows that that is pure bollocks. They conjured up various other rumors, and it’s going to be a huge list if I were to write them all down.

  The worst rumour, however, was when they thought that the boss and me are having a physical relationship with one another. They called me the boss’s true wife, and that would explain why the boss still hasn’t done anything significant regarding his wife’s blatant cheating. This is the most disgusting one out of all of them combined. I would never look at the saviour of my life that way, and he also never once looked at me with such indecent eyes. The same indecent eyes he showed whenever he’s off to sleep with a prostitute in a brothel himself.

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  Over the years, I have not been slacking on my training as well. Various people targeted the boss occasionally, and I always defended him no matter what. He has never suffered a single injury all these years, all thanks to me. Most of the time, I am fighting thugs and local biker gangs at most, but very rarely, I actually fought another Believer.

  Thankfully, I always come out on top, no matter who the opponent is. My swordsmanship skills have improved greatly since the first time I gained this Faith power, though I haven’t developed a particular sword style at all. I just swung my katana to wound my opponent. I never took stuff such as stances, distancing, feints, or anything along those lines. I always outspeed everyone I encountered, so those things never came to mind.

  Two years ago, however, the boss said that there was a particular sword style that he knew because of a certain anime that he used to watch when he was a kid. It’s called Iai style, a sword art where one would only draw the blade from the sheath until the very last moment to strike the opponent, and afterwards, quickly puts the katana back into the sheath flawlessly.

  What an interesting way of using the katana, I am very intrigued. I have been practicing it for two years now. I already grasped the whole premise of this style, but I still haven’t been able to execute it properly.

  He also finally told me everything about the incident regarding my family. There is a bigger picture of the story, and he said that he doesn’t know that. The only thing that matters is the group of people who raided my house. I am going to kill them. The boss has been gathering up information on their whereabouts behind my back.

  Come to think of it, I completely forgot about the incident involving my family, and only recently, the boss reminded me of it. He set a date for when I can go out and go after these people. He said it’s going to take a while since most of them have scattered away. I also asked them why he never told me about this earlier, and he said that there is a quite strong Believer backing them up, and I would’ve stood no chance back then. I once again felt grateful for him. He’s protecting me even without me knowing.

  With my current strength and my newly learned sword technique, both the boss and I are positive that I can take down the Believer now. Though the date that he set is still quite awhile of when I can leave my position for a brief time. So I stayed patient until that day came.

  One day, the boss called his wife and daughter to his room. They refused, of course, but he ordered me to take them by force, and so I did. They resisted greatly, but against my Vein armor, they could not do anything to me. They threw stuff at me, and it didn’t feel like anything to me. Feels like being hit by a cool breeze of air at most. I grabbed the wife first out of her room, and I tied up her hands and legs with a rope. The daughter is next, and again, she started throwing anything she could grab in her room at me. I let everything hit me except for disgusting stuff like the thing she used in her porno film, for example, that I do not even want to know what they are called.

  In the boss’s room, he forced them to watch the video evidence of the wife’s cheating and the daughter’s porno videos. He uses a screen projector to play them on a big screen on the wall. But before he actually played the video, I asked the boss if I could wait outside the door because I did not wish to see any of that. The boss wanted me inside the room for his safety, but since the wife and the daughter are currently being tied up, they hardly pose any danger to him, so he allowed me.

  Phew! Thank goodness.

  And so the wife and the daughter felt ashamed watching their own indecent actions in front of him. They started crying and begged for forgiveness from the boss. They crawl to his feet and lick his shoes in their tied-up position. The boss simply walks back, rejecting their shameful gestures. He turned off the video evidence and dragged them outside the room. The boss asked me to take them to his car, and so I did.

  I picked them up and carried them on both of my shoulders. On the way to his car in the mansion, they kept begging me to put them down and release their bindings. They’re so scared of what’s gonna happen to them next, seeing how serious the boss was. I ignored their pleads of course. The first time they talked to me again in years was insults when I first grabbed them in their room. They only talked to me because they wanna save themselves. They don’t really care about me, so why should I care about them as well?

  I carried them to the boss’s car, and he entered the car a few minutes later. He drives all of us towards a certain place that I wish I had never revisited. It was the brothel where I was sold to when I was little. Though it seems like the building has changed a lot since the last time. It’s not like I remember the outside firmly, but it seems like the owner has changed, too.

  The boss took the wife and daughter out of his car and dragged them forcefully without a care in the world. He told me to stay put in the car in the meantime. I was planning to ask his permission to stay out of the building, so I was happy when he was the one who commanded me first.

  The boss sold the wife and daughter to the brothel again, just like last time. He came out of the building after an hour and entered the car.

  I asked him what took him so long, and he said that he was asking around about his first wife and daughter, and it seems like they have not been working here for a few years now. He also told me that all the people inside handling the brothel are no longer the same folks from my time, so he didn’t gain any info on his first wife and daughter. I noticed that he was a bit sad, saying that he was too harsh regarding his first wife and daughter, but thought there was nothing he could do about it at this point. We drive back home to the mansion afterward.

  And a few weeks later, the day finally arrived. The boss is ready to let me go for quite a while. He prepared me with all kinds of information about each and every one of their locations, complete with their faces, names, and work IDs.

  Once again, I will forever be grateful to the boss. I wouldn’t mind calling someone like this my father. Now that I think about it, he always did what a father does to his daughter. Always gentle, always calm, always forgiving, and always giving me directions.

  I may have lost my actual parents, but I can say with confidence and a big smile on my face that I get to grow up with a parent this whole time, after all.