That day was the first day I visited the imperial family, when I was old enough to make a contract with a spirit.
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The Altar of Spirits in the Imperial Palace.
Navy blue flags were hung along the white marble hallway, and I couldnât take my eyes off them.
Marks representing each spirit were drawn on the flag.
âAfter signing the contract, one of those marks will appear on the back of my hand, right?â
As I looked down at the back of my hand, which had not yet been engraved, I said to my father with a determined heart.
âDad! I-I will make sure to sign a contract with a wonderful spirit!â
ââŠâ
That day I was very excited. My father, who was so hard to meet even though we lived under the same roof, went out with me.
My fatherâs face, which I havenât seen in a long time was still indifferent, but I liked it even then.
If I succeed in signing a contract with a wonderful spirit, I expected my father to praise me for my hard work.
âIâm a timid and stupid daughter, so he canât be nice to me, but still, after signing the contract, my dad will surely give me some praise.â
The two older brothers who signed contracts with wonderful spirits must be Dadâs pride.
Unlike my brothers, I lack a lot, but if I at least have a spirit, it will be a little better⊠Well, thatâs what I was thinking.
However.
âDad⊠I-Iâm sorry.â
I ran into an unexpected situation.
It is classified as one of the most dangerous spirits of the highest order, appearing only in legend, people were not even certain of its existenceâŠ
The spirit I chose was the âSpirit of Wishesâ, and I learned that I shouldnât tell the truth that I had signed a contract with him.
According to Wishit, the imperial family secretly seals contractors who made contracts with spirit classified as âdangerousâ. To put it simply, I might be killed without knowing.
âIf you want to live, let them know that you have not been chosen by any spirits.â
I had no choice but to say what Wishit had tipped me off.
âIâm really sorry. I⊠Uh, wasnât chosen by any of the spirits.â
ââŠâ
The contractorâs mark that should have been engraved on the back of my hand did not appear, just as Wishit had said.
Dad looked down at the unmarked back of my hand for a long time, then without a word he quickly turned his back and left.
âD-Dad! Hold on. Wait a minute. L-Letâs go together! Dad!â
I ran breathlessly to catch my dad. Through the wide, cold, long, empty hallway.
Then I remembered that I fell down.
Even when my knees hurt like as if theyâre about to break, I raised my head while holding my voice in.
But even his back had already disappeared.
It was a reallyâŠsad and terrible memory.
***
âI know how Dad feels. Iâm saying this because I understand that Iâm not good enough to be your daughter.â
ââŠI donât remember.â
Dad frowned and spoke, then shook his head.
âI donât know what my expression looked like back then. I donât remember. But never once did I think of you as a shame for our family. There is nothing wrong with not making a contract with the spirit.â
ââŠI suppose so.â
Dad ruffled his hair nervously at my sarcastic voice.
âYou donât believe me? Youâre not to blame for the failure of the contract.â
âYes, itâs not my fault. Itâs something I canât do anything about, so I donât think I did anything wrong. But.â
ââŠâ
âCouldnât you just say itâs okay?â
Dad stopped and stiffened.
âSo that I donât think I did anything wrong. So that I donât feel ashamed. I donât need to be sorry.â
ââŠâ
âYou could say thatâŠyou know?â
On the day the contract failed, in the carriage returning without any conversation, Rubette thought vaguely.
I probably wonât be able to become my fatherâs proud daughter for the rest of my life.
Itâs not enough to be timid and stupid, and now Iâm an idiot with no spirit, whoâs even ruined the familyâs name.
âJust thinking about how Iâve cried until my eyes were swollen that day, I hate you so much.â
Tears welled up again, so I turned my head around.
***
The first outing of the father and daughter ended in a really bad way.
Throughout the meal after arriving at the restaurant, Rubette was silent with a gloomy expression, and Leonard closed his mouth because he had a lot of thoughts.
ââŠâ
As soon as she got home, Rubette got off the carriage and went in first.
Leonard dropped his hesitant hand weakly.
Adjutant Goth, who accompanied him on the outing, was following him.
âGoth.â
âYes, my lord.â
âWas it half a year ago? I mean⊠Rubetteâs birthday. The day we went to the imperial palace for her contract.â
âYes.â
âWere you there then?â
âYes, I was.â
Leonard took off his robe and handed it over to Goth, and threw himself weakly onto the bed and lay down.
Raising his arms and covering his eyes, Leonard tried to recall the fading memory.
âThe expression on Dadâs face at that time is so engraved in my heart that I canât forget it.â
âYou looked like me like I was a failure, and left me alone and just walked away.â
Did I? Why?
âDamn it. I donât remember clearly because I drank alcohol and was half-sober. Tell me what it was like back then.â
âI donât know. There was nothing special about the princess, except that the contract with her spirit failed. Ah.â
Instead of Leonard, Goth, who was groping for memory, let out a short exclamation.
âDidnât my lord get a fine for assaulting the head of the altar, Mr. Rauss?â
âOh, right. I beat that damn old man, didnât I?â
Finally, he began to vaguely recall the memory of the day.
Six months ago, it was Rubetteâs 15th birthday.
As a member of the chosen bloodline, Diollus, Rubette had to make a contract with the spirits without exception.
The place she needed to go to for the contract is the âAltar of Spiritsâ in the Imperial Household.
The daughterâs expression as she was entering the altar alone, leaving behind about ten altar officials in white and her father, Leonard, was excited.
âDad! I-I will make sure to sign a contract with a wonderful spirit!â
He thought it was very cute to see her looking forward to it with a face that looked just like her mother.
âDad⊠I-Iâm sorry.â
The expression on the daughterâs face was contemplative when she opened the door of the tightly closed altar and came out again.
âIâm really sorry. I⊠Uh, wasnât chosen by any of the spirits.â
Leonard, who had never been flustered, was also surprised at the time.
Among the owners of the golden eyes, there was not a single person who could not make a contract with the spirits.
However, his only daughter has become the protagonist of an unprecedented situation. Even though she is of the chosen bloodline, she is not chosen by the spirits.
Leonard was a bit confused at the time, too, so he didnât even think of trying to appease his tearful daughter.
âIf this is true, it would be a great shame.â
An old man named Rauss, who oversees the Altar of Spirits, gritted his teeth with an expression of shame beside his crying daughter.
Perhaps when he heard the murmur, his complicated mind cooled down as if cold water had been poured on him.
All the members of the altar were looking at Rubette with their eyes open⊠The situation made Leonard unbearably angry.
There were only about ten people watching now, but once they went outside, dozens or hundreds of mocking eyes would pour on his daughter.
âGive me your hand.â
His daughterâs hand, which he pulled hard without feelings, bore no contractorâs mark to be shown on the back of her hand.
What the daughter said that she was not chosen by the spirits was true.
âThis is the worst. I was worried because there was a rumor that she was incompetent, but sure enough.â
In the midst of the buzz, the sharp voice of the arrogant head of the altar, Rauss, clearly penetrated Leonardâs ear.
He thought he had frowned back then at the dirty feeling.
Unable to even think of soothing his trembling daughter, Leonard slowly looked up and looked around.
The eyes were the same.
As if judging the quality of a piece of meat placed on a chopping board, the eyes looking at Rubette.
âA half of Diollus.â
His already shocked daughter would hear them clearly.
With those words, the head, Rausss, left a sharp, insect-like stare, and left the altar with his tongue clicked.
From there, his mind went blank and his memory faded.
He followed him at a quick pace, thinking that the cheeky old manâs chin would have to be smeared.
âD-Dad! Hold on. Wait a minute. L-Letâs go together! Dad!â
Did RubetteâŠfollow me? I donât know because I didnât looke back.
When I ran out of the long hallway of the altar building at once, I saw Rauss, who had come out first.
âWhat did you say to my daughter earlier? A half?â
âW-What⊠Look, Duke! U-UackâŠ!â
Leonard only came to his senses after he had turned the fat face of the old altarâs leader into a bloody mess.
The imperial family, who could not ignore the assault on the head of the altar, but could not sentence Duke Diollus to prison, imposed a light fine a month later.