I have liked stealing things since I was a child, but my whole family regards me as a lucky star.
When I was seven years old, I stole sweet cakes from my eldest sister and fed them to the raccoon slaves at home.
The raccoon slave vomited blood and died. The eldest sister was saved from being poisoned and became friendly to me from then on.
When I was thirteen, I stole my father's official seal and forged a slave release document.
The sin slave regained his freedom and inherited the throne a few years later.
For this reason, my father became a minister, and from then on he treated me like a jewel in his palm.
"I feel so relieved to have a woman like this."
Amidst the continuous compliments, I looked at my so-called family with a smile.
They still don't know that what I really want to steal has always been their lives.
