He was fair and chubby, standing there with a smile in his eyes. The old woman who worked at the nearby mansion spoke up, "Put a black dot on his forehead for protection!" "Oh no, no! From head to toe, it’ll just be the dot standing out. Don’t you see? He’s blooming like a silk-cotton flower in his white color. If he accidentally touches it while playing, the black will spread all over his forehead." The maid, who was cleaning the washbasin, stood up and said. "While playing? Oh, he’s about to go play!" his mother said while applying cream to his face. "This little? What will he even play?" the old woman doubted. The boy glared at the old woman with fiery eyes.