That night, her father, Ludwig, called Keira to his office.
It has been only a few times over the years that her father called her out. She was nervous but excited, and headed to her fatherâs room.
Ludwig, the Grand Duke, sat at his desk working until late at night. He kept his eyes on the papers even though she entered the room. Even though she was disappointed, Keira comforted herself by saying he was just focusing on his work.
âYou called.â
When she spoke, Ludwig looked up.
Coldly, he said, âI heard what happened this afternoon.â
âWhat?â
She remembered the confrontation with Cosette. She smiled innocently as she insulted Keiraâs dead mother.
âFather, itâsâ.â
âI know you donât like the kid. Itâs not that I donât understand. But arenât you ashamed to act so lowly?â
â...â
What should Keira say? The harsh tone was heartbreaking, but what do you mean âthe kid?â It sounded very intimate.
The affection hidden in the word is suffocating.
âAnd you even aimed a sword at her. The people have still not stopped talking about it. From now on, please think before you act.â
âB-but she was the one who insulted me first. She said my mother committed adultery then gave birth to me. I can bear to be insulted, but my motherââ
âWeâll see if itâs an insult or a fact.â
â...What?â
Keira couldnât understand what she just heard. She was rooted on the spot for a long time. When she finally understood the meaning, her whole body began to tremble as if she had been struck by lightning.
She has always been ignored by her father, but she has never felt more miserable until this moment.
An icy voice fell over her as stiff as a statue, âGet out.â
âMother...Mother isâŚâ
âI said get out.â
He said he would not tolerate it anymore.
Keira left the office and the chilly hallway awaited her. The ceiling turned round and the floors bended in a strange direction. She stumbled and eventually fell on the floor, feeling the soft rug on her knee.
Are you doubting mother and me?
How could you do this?
It was not Cosette, but Keira, who performed her duties as the next Saintess, your daughter, and the mistress of the Grand Duchy for twenty years. Was her father saying that the person he met only recently was more trustworthy than those who have been with him for a long time?
Just because they looked alike?
Her tears flowed down without even realizing it. If there were no hot tears on her hand, she would not have realized she was crying.
It was time for her to wipe her wet cheeks with her sleeve.
A familiar voice was heard a few steps away, â Keira? What are you doing there?â
It was a creepy voice. When Keira looked up, Cosette was expectedly standing there. She was wearing a white dress that suited her silver hair.
Keira wiped off the tears but couldnât do anything with her bloodshot eyes. Cosette knew at once that Keira was crying.
âHuh.â
Soon after, a cruel smile appeared on her face. A smile so cruel, yet the maid behind them couldnât see it.
The voice from the mouth with such a cruel smile was so sweet.
âOh, my god, were you crying? Why are you crying here?â
Cosette reached out and wiped her teary eyes. Keira felt her face shudder at the contact.
âYouâre going to die because of me, arenât you? But what can we do. From now on, Iâm taking everything from you.â
It was as if Keira could hear Cosette whispering those words.
Keira slapped Cosetteâs hand away. It was unbearably miserable to have Cosette see her crying, and she didnât want to be comforted by her at all.
The tension echoed down the tranquil hallway.
âOh, my god.â
âOh, my lady! Are you alright?â
The maid standing behind her came near Cosette and touched her hand.
Keira was trained as a knight. Cosetteâs hand could not have been fine when Keira hit it as hard as she could.
Cosetteâs hand quickly turned red.
âOh, my god! What can I do?â
âIâm fine, so please donât make a fuss. Keira must be embarrassed. It doesnât hurt much.â
âLook at the red glow! It doesnât hurt?â
âIt doesnât hurt.â
A despondent look came from the maid as if saying, âI canât believe youâre beating up a person who tried to comfort you. This time, you were too mean.â
Keira stood up. âItâs none of your business what Iâm doing.â
âBut you canât just pass by someone whoâs crying. Iâm not that cold-hearted.â
Keira ignored the words. It wasnât worth answering. âI heard youâre living in a separate house. Why did you come to the main house so late at night?â
Keiraâs room is located in the main house and Cosetteâs room is in a separate house. Thanks to that, Keiraâs only comfort was that she didnât have to see her after sunset.
Cosette answered with her head tilted innocently, âDidnât you know? Weâll be seeing each other starting today.â
â...What?â
âIs it really that surprising? Originally, the direct descendants of Parvis were supposed to use the main house. Father gave me permission, so I decided to use the same third floor as you.â
Rather than the fact that Cosette was moved to the main house, it was the way she used âfatherâ that was more upsetting. Cosette was so natural in calling Ludwig âfatherâ.
The word exploded the anger Keira had endured so far. The string of reason she had been holding onto has been broken.
âWho! Who is your father?!â
âOh, my.â
âI am the daughter of the Parvis family! Itâs not you, the person whose origins are unknown, but me!â
âCalm down for now. Weâre in front of my fatherâs office. What if you interrupt his work?â
Again, the title âfatherâ popped up.
Who? Who the hell is your father?
There is only one daughter of the Grand Duchy mentioned in the prophecy. And the daughter had to be Keira no matter what.
Keira couldnât stop trembling. She exploded everything she had built up in her heart.
âI donât know what you believe in and think that youâre fatherâsââ!â
âWhatâs going on?â
Before Keira could finish speaking, Ludwigâs voice was heard as the door opened. His voice clearly expressed his irritation, and his cold eyes reached Keira.
Keira thought it was a gaze of someone looking at a boulder rolling down the road.
That insensitive lookâ
âFather!â
âdisappeared the moment Cosette said that word.
In the face of an incredible reality, Keira had to do her best not to sink.
âYouâre the one who could look at others with that gaze.â
Even if the sky fell, it would be less desperate than this.
For a moment, his eyes softened. The moment he turned back to Keira, he became cold like ice.
Slap!
The hot pain began to spread on her cheek.
It happened in an instant that she had to think for a while to think about what happened.
Before she could fully understand the situation, a chilly voice said, âIt has been less than ten minutes since Iâve warned you to be careful about your behavior. Do you have to make a fuss this late at night to feel better? Youâre shameless, Keira Parvis.â