So she has been quietly hiding and watching. Maggie, who appeared immediately, suggested it to Catherine with a face filled with laughter.
āSheās showing mercy to her poor sister. Unnie will solve Anneās magic. In return, the Chen family never mentions the land of Chen Romance. What do you think, isnāt it fair?ā
āFor whom?āĀ but she didnāt ask. This is because she thought she could see the intention of Maggieās proposal. She was mocking Anne and Chenās families.
āOh my. Come to think of it, I heard you have to be really careful with Unnie, the devilās contractor? I heard itās a really amazing devil? What if you offend her?ā
āYouāre right, Maggie. The Archmage next to me said it was a powerful devil comparable to Remor.ā
Maggie pretended to wipe her tears with her hands.
āI feel so sorry for Anne, who will live as a turtle, Unnie. Or how about canceling the land purchase as a way of consolation? Thatās not a big deal for you because youāre wealthy, right Unnie? Your Highness the Grand Duke Cesare will give you a better piece of land!ā
Maggie looked ten times more excited than Catherine. She questioned the Count even before Catherine could react.
āChoose, Count. Which one would you like?ā
Catherine also added to her remarks.
āDo you want me to deal with the anger of the High-Rank Devils and release Anneās magic? Or shall we cancel the land purchase as a consolation?ā
From the point of view of Count Chen, it was truly a humiliation. He was one of the most recognizable rich people in the Iterana Empire.
But he canāt believe a young woman who isnāt even the Grand Duke Cesare, and who is actually his sister-in-law, has treated him like this!
But Count Chen was a born merchant. The priority of work was clear to him. It also seemed certain that the first priority was not the fourth wife.
āD, didnāt you say that it was a high-ranking devil? I canāt force my sister-in-law to bear the wrath of a devil just like that.ā
The turtleās sad cries were heard.
āIāll try to get my other talented wizards to dispel Anneās magic. Soā please cancel the purchase of the land, sister-in-law.ā
Catherine, who got the answer she wanted from him, sighed in her heart.
āMy stupid little sister. You abandoned Charles and chose Count Chen to be treated as a mere turtle.ā
Catherine, as Anneās sister, decided to show her generosity to the Chen family.
āCesare, please.ā
Even if she didnāt have to add more words, Cesare seemed to know what Catherine would ask for.
With a light snap of his finger, the little turtle returned to Anneās form in an instant.
Anne trembled with fear and glared at Catherine when she realized she had returned to her original form.
Catherine wiped the tears from her eyes with her all-embracing, loving eyes. Of course, she didnāt have a single tear.
āBeing the older sister, I canāt ignore my little sisterās misfortune. Live your life grateful to me, Anne. After all, you almost lived your life as a turtle, right?ā
Maggie moved to tears and hugged Catherineās back.
āAs expected my Unnie! How can you be so merciful!ā
Catherine patted Maggie on her shoulder and said to Count Chen.
āThe land is more precious than your wifeā. I canāt cancel everything, but Iāll cancel half of it. I even unleashed Anneās magic, didnāt I? Iāll send you a letter soon as to where to buy. Thatās all I can do for you.ā
āT, thisā!ā
The answer came from Anne, not Count Chen. Anne, who was exhaling faintly, jumped out of her place and ran to Catherine.
āThis devilish girl! Youāre just like your mother! Youāre trying to ruin me too!ā
It was Count Chen, not Cesare or Maggie, who stood in the way of Anne.
āBe careful what you say, wife! Sheās your savior, not just sister!ā
When she found her side, Anne, who removed Count Chenās hand, ran to Laura. But her father passed by without knowing Anne, and Laura was busy looking at her fatherās face.
āIām sorry, Count. My daughters, who are not enough, have caused trouble. Iām ashamed to see the Count.ā
Her father, who had apologized to Count Chen, said to Catherine.
āFollow me for a moment.ā
Anneās voice was heard behind her back, crying. Rather than comforting her, Laura was busy holding her handkerchief and protecting her face from the guests.
Catherine followed her father away from the middle of the disturbance. The closer she got to her fatherās broad back, the more dignified she thought he was, but she strangely felt a pounding inside her chest.
āCome here. Donāt stand there and look at me pitifully, come here and look at my eyes.ā
The old voice of her father, whom she had seen through her visions of Lilith, rang in her ears.
āTake this.ā
Before she called him, a white letter, with a familiar red seal, was presented to Catherine. Her father added.
āThis is a letter from the Phanya family that came to you a few days ago. I couldnāt deliver it because I couldnāt find you where you were, but Iām glad I can give it to you now.ā
Catherine kept her letter, crisp, wrinkle-free, in her bag. Her father, who had been examining her face for a while, opened his mouth in a rather weary voice.
āYou seem to be doing well. Where did you hear about Anneās marriage?ā
It was unexpected. She thought heād say,Ā āHow can you make such a fuss at your sisterās wedding?ā. But Catherine told the truth.
āMaggie told me.ā
āMaggie? I see. I canāt believe sheās twinned with Anne.ā
Thatās probably what their biological mother, Laura, would agree with. There was a brief silence between her father and Catherine. Strangely, the lips didnāt separate immediately. After the awkward silence, her father opened his mouth first.
āIām sorry. Why did this father leave Orleans that day?ā
Her father had more days of emptiness than days of keeping his palm-sized territory. It wasnāt that he intentionally left the family alone, she knew that there was a reason for it, so she had no intention of blaming his father.
That, of course, didnāt make the past any less painful when she had to endure his indifference. Catherine replied with a shrug. To be honest, there was no longer any affection left to blame her father.
āI have no regrets. Rather, it feels like my real life now.ā
āWell, thatās a relief.ā
āā¦if itās okay, can I ask you one thing?ā
āTell me.ā
After taking a deep breath, Catherine asked her father.
āIs my mother really dead?ā
There was no noticeable anxiousness for her father. Maybe he thought that one day he would hear these questions. His calm expression said so.
āI still remember. That day, my motherās body disappeared without a trace.ā
Her mouth is dry.
āWho is my mother?ā
Am I really a Nephilim? Then my motherā.
She wanted to ask, but she couldnāt open her mouth.
āGo to Phanya.ā
Her father said with a sigh.
āIf you want to know about your mother, you should go to Pania. But youāll have to keep that in mind, Catherine. Donāt get involved in anything that seems a bit dangerous.ā
Her fatherās voice and expression were more serious.
Somehow, she thought that it was because of the unusual atmosphere both domestic and foreign that her fatherās complexion and voice looked particularly tired. Her father worked for the imperial family, so he was more sensitive to domestic and foreign affairs than anyone else.
āAre you going back to the ceremonial hall? Your friends are unique.ā
Catherine shook her head softly.
āNo, Iām going home now.ā
Father didnāt pick on Catherineās attitude at the wedding until the end. Does that mean he understands, or that he doesnāt care? Either way, Catherine was lucky that she didnāt have to be nagged.
āGreat. Youāre saying Iāll find out if I go to Phanya, right?ā
Catherine headed straight for the carriage.
āMeow!ā
At her call, the dozing cat on the ground woke up.
ćGrrrr.ć
āLetās go back now. I think itās enough to celebrate.ā
The cat, who was growling with dignity, widened its face and wagged its tail.
ćOh yeah! I was hungry anyway! I almost chewed up all the human meat on the table!ć
The atmosphere of the garden, which had gradually calmed down by the loud voice, became quiet as if it had been hit by cold water again.
Oh, right. Catherine took a bunch of checks out of her bag just before she got on the carriage. And it was placed on the swept grass.
āCount? Itās small, but Iāll add a little bit of comfort to the messed-up wedding. If itās not enough, please contact me again through Maggie. What can I do if itās unfair? Thatās the way people live.ā
Not far away, she could hear Maggieās laughter.
When she opened the carriage door, Cesare was already seated inside. He greeted Catherine who had returned with a glance at his book.
āAre you satisfied with that?ā
āWell, it wasnāt bad.ā
Most of all, she was most happy that she had gotten a clue about her mother. Cesare looked at her face and said it in a calm voice.
āYou canāt be tough. Because you want to take revenge on your sister, I thought youād turn her into a turtle and force her to lay eggs for the rest of her life while closing your eyes.ā
Thatās not too harsh. As expected, she thought the devilās revenge was extraordinary.
āBut for that, Iāve already done everything I was supposed to do.ā
āThatās what it looks like to me.ā
āThatās what they call a bean pod.ā (T/n : itās like being blinded by love.)
Cesare made a strange expression. Damian and Madame Pompadour pushed into the carriage before he opened his mouth again.
āAre we going back now, Lady? Because itās gold, so thereās no ventilation, Iām going to die from the heat!ā
āIām the only one, old lady. Iām worried that the flesh under this armor might be melting right now.ā
āUm. Iām sorry, Sir Damian. To be honest, I donāt think you should have worn the armor.ā