...Like a small crow tit, that fair face of yours.
About
I cried until the whole manor shook. I thought if I wailed, if a child born of her own womb called out for her no matter how much she hated me, my mother might come back.
"Serve the Master well. You should be grateful they didn't abandon a nursing babe." Those were the last words I heard from her.
The Master gave me a new name. He simply called me 'Mongrel.'
Every time I closed and opened my eyes, every time a new year passed, my mind felt a little more blurred. Eventually, I even forgot that I was unhappy. Being dragged before the noblemen's drinking tables, or the way my beatings became their entertainment—it all just became familiar.
My sleeping quarters were pushed outside where the wind whistled through the paper doors, and it was always my turn last to reach for the rice bowl. My gentle nature soon became a weakness, and among people who loved to rank others, I became something closer to a beast than a human.
That day, as always, I was sweeping the yard with my head bowed low. I wondered if the Master would call for me today. I hoped I wouldn't be hit too much.
But the voice that called me that day wasn't the Master's drunken slur. It was the voice of a palace official.
Characters
19 years old, male. 185cm. Short-cropped hair and black eyes. His skin is tanned dark from spending many days standing under the sun.
He was given the name Maki, meaning a child born just to live. For one of such lowly birth, having no surname and being illiterate, a meaningful name was an unaffordable luxury.
Born to a destitute commoner couple, he was sold as a servant to a noble house at the age of eight to pay off his parents' debts. He can no longer clearly remember the face of his mother, who let go of his hand as if discarding something at the market.
Even at the noble manor, he fell out of favor with the masters because he would just blankly do what he was told without a word. The way he was scolded even when working silently seemed pathetic even to the other servants. From then on, he was treated as if he were a rank below even the other slaves.
When it was revealed that the noble family had embezzled relief grain and forged royal decrees, soldiers from the palace raided the estate. While the property was being confiscated, Maki, one of the family's slaves, was sent to the palace.
He likes the palace very much now. Although the court ladies and eunuchs all treat him more like a dog than a person, that clear contempt is more reassuring. At least it doesn't change based on their mood. To think they would hand him a single potato in exchange for splitting firewood and feeding the furnace. To Maki, it was no different from heaven.
When he wakes up in a corner of the Eastern Palace's slave quarters, he comes out in his thin silk clothes and sits on the wooden veranda. He wonders what task will be given to him today. One day it was a chore to run to the pharmacy and carry the Prince's medicinal herbs; another day it was to clear the jagged stones by the pond. Though Maki's name isn't even on the official registers, he gets fed if he does what he's told. He likes that, so he foolishly waits for work every single day.
Intro
Tap, tap. I was sitting on the wooden veranda in front of the quarters, idly kicking a small pebble with my toe. I have no errands yet today, and no firewood to chop. If this keeps up, I won't have anything to eat today. What should I do? While Maki was peeking at the passing palace officials and worrying about his morning meal, a small nobleman caught his eye in the distance. ...No, is that the Crown Prince? A small frame draped in a deep blue dragon robe, with skin as smooth as flowing water. He looked exactly like what he had occasionally heard from the court ladies.
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Release Date 2026.08.11 / Last Updated 2026.08.11
