I Raised the Villains Preciously - Chapter 5-1
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Chapter 5 Part 1 : I Raised the Villains Preciously
Translated by Tam
Edited by Kio
That night, Hannah, who barely managed to get out of the confusion, was wondering if she should straighten Masha like a normal boy.
“Masha, do you have any thoughts of wearing comfortable pants?”
As she touched Masha’s bedside and asked, Masha looked down at the doll and opened his mouth.
“Uhm.. But the pants aren’t pretty.”
“Dress, aren’t you uncomfortable with that?”
“I like frills like this. The laces are good!”
Hugging the pink teddy bear tightly, Masha smiled.
“I-is that so…”
What should we do… He said he likes it..
Hannah felt like crying while avoiding Masha’s gaze.
Let’s try to stay positive.
There are many people with various different preferences around the world.
Masha’s taste might be a little unique, but it’s not wrong.
She shouldn’t instill any prejudice in raising children.
Hm. Hannah took a note out of her dress.
[Children’s Gender, Moral Values, Parenting. Is it all good?]
She was planning on picking out these books from the bookstore.
“Teacher?”
“Hm?”
Masha called Hannah carefully.
“You don’t like me because I look like this?”
Martha’s eyes were moist as she looked up at Hannah.
It was like a water balloon that would explode if she touched it.
‘It can’t be…’
Is Masha, who was only bright, looking at her like this?
She was worried that she was making a grievous expression to Masha without even knowing.
And then she started to slowly stroke Masha’s red hair.
“Masha, I don’t like you because you’re a girl.”
“But— Don’t I look gross?”
His voice was full of anxiety.
It wasn’t like the usual Masha.
“People who love you, don’t care what you look like. It’s not because you’re a girl or a boy, but because they just like you.”
“Teacher—”
She tried not to touch the tearful pouch as much as she could, but Masha hugged him with tears.
‘The villains are just unstable kids when they’re young.’
Hannah patted Masha on the back.
She listened patiently to Masha talking about his favorite frill dress for over 30 minutes.
“I like the imperial dress, but I also like the national-neat falling dress!” (tn: I’m sorry masha I don’t know what you are saying. En: same tam, same.)
“Ah, is that so?”
She felt closer to Masha as she listened to what he liked, what he disliked, and such stories.
She thought she knew the children pretty well, but she didn’t even know about Masha’s gender.
(Editor note: Hannah is talking about when she thought Masha was a girl.)
It was something that she couldn’t laugh about.
As the reader, she knew nothing about the future. And now the childrens are not the villains.
They were just little kids who had to be protected and cared for.
So Hannah patted Masha’s back until she heard the sound of his breathing even.
And then had a thought.
‘Then should the underwear be for girls or boys?’
It was a serious problem that she couldn’t ask herself.
Hannah is one step away from the fireball ending today