Lackey's Seducing Survival Odyssey

Chapter 977 977: The Truth is simple: She is not normal!

Under the shadow of a large tree, Lackey stood silently, his eyes fixed on the distant village below. A few steps behind him stood the maid—nervous, uncertain—the one who had been ordered to guide him around the village.

She shifted hesitantly before speaking. ”I can tell you the details of that house… mostly about the girl who lived there. I assume… you came for her, didnʼt you?”

Her tone wasnʼt confident, but the glimmer in her eyes hinted that sheʼd already guessed his purpose. She wasnʼt a fool.

Lackey turned his head slightly, not looking at her directly. ”Name your price,” he said flatly, his voice sharp with impatience. Then, with an effortless motion, he lowered Snowflake to the ground.

The snake slithered away swiftly, its white body cutting through the grass like a knife. It vanished into the trees, no doubt going to hunt the local wildlife for a little feast.

The maid jerked back when she saw how fast the serpent moved. But she quickly regained her composure, offering a faint smile. ”I-Iʼm not greedy… just a small house in the city. A new job. Thatʼs all I want.”

Lackey smirked. ”Not greedy, huh? Haha... fine. Deal. Speak.”

The maidʼs smile deepened slightly. ”Contract?”

Lackey chuckled. She was clever... she wanted a signed document of what he said. Just a resurrance!

Without complaint, he pulled out a blank parchment, wrote up a basic contract, and signed it on the spot. The maid took it carefully, her fingers trembling slightly with excitement. Then, after a brief pause, she began to speak.

And what she told him was… disturbing.

It was about the girl named Xara.

Xara… she had never been a normal child.

From the very beginning, something about her unsettled people.

She wasnʼt like the others in the village.

It wasnʼt trauma.

It wasnʼt abuse.

It wasnʼt even tragedy.

She simply… was different.

Deeply, disturbingly different!!

”She wasnʼt like other children,” the maid said, her voice lowering. ”She wasnʼt shy or broken. She just… didnʼt care about things like other people do.”

When Xara was a toddler, she used to eat insects. At first, her parents dismissed it as childish curiosity though they scold her for that.

But as she grew older, her habits became more alarming. She began to eat live creatures—small ones at first—without flinching, without hesitation. Worms. Frogs. Baby birds. Even things that would make most grown men sick. She consumed them without shame, without remorse… sometimes with a smile.

And the worst part?

She tried to share.

”She offered them to people… like it was candy,” the maid whispered, rubbing her arms. ”To her friends, her parents… once even the village priest. Everyone was horrified.”

Her parents were desperate. They tried to discipline her, to correct her, to teach her how to be ”normal.” But nothing worked. Every effort only made her more twisted… more detached.

At first, it was just unsettling.

Until one day…

One evening, a beloved family cow died unexpectedly. The mother—kind, gentle—knelt beside it and wept, mourning the loss like it were kin. But little Xara didnʼt understand the grief.

She didnʼt understand why her mother cried.

”Why are you crying, Mom?”

A young black-haired girl tilted her head in innocent curiosity, watching her mother sobbing beside the corpse of a cattle that had just died.

The mother didnʼt answer. She couldnʼt.

But Xara understood one thing: her mother loved the cow. And in her strange little mind, she wanted to make her mother happy again.

That night, while everyone slept, Xara snuck out of the house with a small lantern. She crept to the burial site, dug up the decomposing cow, and dragged the heavy carcass out of the dirt.

And then she began her work.

Chucckkk!

She carved into its skin. Peeled back the muscle. Played with its organs like a child fiddling with toys. She wrapped its veins around her hands, giggling to herself in the moonless light.

By dawn—

”KYAAAAAA!!!”A blood-curdling scream shattered the morning silence.

Her husband jolted awake and ran toward the sound, heart pounding in his chest. At the doorway, His wife had fainted on the spot, crumpled on the floor.

Her husband ran to her side, confused, half-awake. ”Dear? What happened? Whatʼs wr—”

”Mooommmrrrrmmmm!”

A grotesque, wet cattle sound echoed in the air.

It was a distorted, haunting moan—a sound like a dying animal imitating a human. And then he saw it.