The green dress that Clatier forcibly grasped fell to the ground.
The Duke of Paeratonâs shoes crushed the dress.
Clatier looked at it blankly.
This canât be happening.
âYe-yes. You are misunderstanding me.â
Come to think of it, didnât the Duke say that she stole the dress from her shabby cousin earlier?
âShe mustâve cursed my uncle!â
Clatier ran and grabbed the hem of the Duke.
âUncle, do you hate Tie?â
Ooh, looking up and speaking with her watery face, it was lovely to everyone.
The Duke of Paeratonâs eyes turned to Clatier.
âWell, even if Uncle hates Tie, I will forgive you!â
Clatier laughed wide. Brighter than the sun
âBecause you were tricked by a lie!â
Clatier covered her mouth with both hands.
âOh, I didnât mean to. My cousinâs fault should be covered her older sister.â
Clatier stretched her eyebrows with a worried face.
Unlike the cute attitude before, it was a gentle and upright attitude.
âI apologize for that, Uncle. Please forgive my cousin.â
Clatier grabbed the hem of her dress and bent her knees.
It was cute to see a cute little lady greet each other gently, pretending to be mature.
The lips of the Duke of Paeraton, who was looking at it in silence, slowly opened.
However, Clatier didnât see the look of the Duke of Paeraton.
Furthermore, the Duke was consciously and unconsciously killing his anger in front of his daughter.
It was because the youngest daughter was surprised when he used magic on the vassals before.
Thanks to this, Clatier was in a different state of comfort when she first saw the Duke.
âSo, of course, Iâm asking what are the things to forgive?â
She said,âItâs done!â And she felt her delight in her heart.
Of course, the expression was mixed with worries and confusion.
âBecause she lied to my Uncle,â she said. âI never stole the dress.â
Not just a dress, but shamelessly lying since that girl never had new clothes.
âI understand. I would have lied like that because I would have wanted to be a little pretty from my aunt.â
Clatier sighed, exhaled, and looked up at me, her cousin.
It was a kind sisterâs face.
âBut cursing me doesnât help.â
The Paeraton Princessâs hand was tight.
She canât like Clatier.
Clatierâs behavior of acting cute made her heart feel strange.
An action that she can do because she grows up with plenty of love, and canât imagine her actions will be responded to with any rejection or negativity.
ââŠâŠThe Duke is my father.â
The blood may not have been the same, but he is my dad now.
Yet it was Clatier who behaved like his daughter.
âI can never do that.â
Because she knows how painful it is to be rejected, shunned, neglected, and told, âYou donât need it.â
So she couldnât do anything like that.
The Duke looked down and looked at her crumpled clothes from her little hand.
âUncle misunderstood because of that lie.â
The gaze that was looking at his daughterâs hand turned back to Clatier.
âThereâs no way I could have stolen the dress, right? I just wanted to give it y-.â
âThen whatâs the dress I saw?â
Like a sharp blade, the voice cutting Clatierâs words was sharp and cold.
Only then did Clatier noticed that the Duke of Paeraton was not what she thought.
The moment she met his bright red eyes, the fear that she had forgotten about came back.
âWhat, what are you talking aboutâŠâŠ.â
âThe day I went to pick up my daughter from Marquis of Tarenka.â
Duke Paeraton held back as much pressure as he could from his daughter naturally.
Then, He grabbed the hand of his daughter, who had a lot of energy. Very softly.
Slowly, the power drained out of the Princess Paeratonâs hand.
âWhy were you wearing the dress prepared for my daughter?â
Hook, the Princess Paeratonâs blue eyes were swollen.
Realization came to the top of my head like a thunderbolt.
âWhatâs this scrawny rat?â
âNo way, Iâm not saying that Princess Paeraton was the one who had this kind of hidden goal.â
âItâs not because you donât like me, Iâm not too bad-.â
Her eyes immediately met with the Dukeâs.
As if he was looking at her from before.
He wasnât looking at her like she was so lovely, but as if looking at her with her head bowed
And she didnât know what to do.
The moment she saw herself, she was sure.
âYou were talking about my outfit.â
He looked angry at Marquis Tarenka, his daughter but didnât look like that at the Princess of Paeraton, who made think this way.
Deep down in my heart, I heard a suspicious young voice.
Originally, she would have listened to the voice.
That way she wonât get hurt.
But she didnât want to hear that voice for now.
âWh, what are you talking aboutâŠâŠ. Thatâs what my dad bought me to wear for my birthday!â
The embarrassed Clatier screamed.
âThe Marquis of Tarenka?â
Do you think it will be the subject?
I could read the afterword without having to say it out loud.
âI got it every year! On my birthday, He always gave me a pretty dress as a surprise!â
âI got it every year.â
âItâs my dress! Itâs not that lowly childâs dress- urkâŠâŠ!â
Suddenly, I was suffocated.
Clatier clenched her neck.
The Duke of Paeraton didnât do anything. He didnât even reach out to Clatier.
But a dark darkness crept towards her.
The darkness that seems to swallow up even the shadows.
The ominous and ferocious energy caused Clatier to shiver.
âE-everyone did it. Dad and Lien, too, because sheâs a poor person- UhkâŠâŠ!â
Clatier swallowed her breath, turning blue.
The black darkness swept over her nose.
The darkness, which seemed to swallow me in one bite, ate some space and sank into my body.
âA, ah, aah blackâŠâŠ.â
A sound that couldnât make sense flowed with tears. Her finely decorated hair and dress were soaked in sweat and sloppy.
âHave you heard the rumor about me?â
Cold-blooded black blooded.
Duke Paeraton knows no sadness.
When he cries, someone elseâs blood flows instead of tears.
âYouâd better not expect me to be generous just because youâre young.â
âB, bla, blackâŠâŠ.â
I couldnât say anything back.
With vision narrowed by fear and confusion, I tried to grasp the situation.
But the more I did, the less I understood.
âWhy? Why? Why? Why? Why?â
âWhy am I trembling like a bug and crawling on the floor?â
âItâs not. Not me!â
âThis doesnât suit me.â
âWhat deserves this is-.â
Clatierâs eyes pointed upward.
To be precise, towards her cousin whoâs in the arms of Duke Paeraton.
To be looked down upon, to be despised, to be mocked, to be ridiculed.
It was all meant for her.
âWrong! Itâs wrong! Itâs completely reversed!â
The Duke of Paeratonâs arms belong to me.
âWhy is she in his arms?â
Being cherished, warmly embraced, and lovingly protected.
âThâŠâŠThe filthy bastard who stole my seat-.â
Clatierâs words didnât continue.
A dark energy was pressing her.
The hot-red eyes of the Duke.
I donât think thatâs the kind of scare that burns at the bottom of hell.
As soon as I met the eyes, my lungs hardened and I couldnât even breathe.
Only the sharp sensation of stabbing the flesh, which reached the end of her life, dominated her whole body.
âYouâre already pushing death.â
âS-sa-save meâŠâŠ.â
The Duke of Paeraton stared at Clatier, who was begging for her life, covered in liquid that might be tears or sweat.
A person might feel at least the slightest bit of compassion for a childâs entreaty, but his eye didnât have any emotion.
At once, a time like eternity passed for Clatier, and the Duke opened his mouth.
ââŠâŠYes, It would be better to be alive.â
âWhat the hell just happened?â
as I drank the milk with honey from Anna.
As soon as Clatier called me a poor girl, suddenly darkness came.
Thanks to that, I couldnât see nor hear anything.
It was embarrassing, but it wasnât that scary.
The darkness surrounding me was somewhat soft and comfortable.
Like a night where you can close your eyes and relax.
Above all, the Duke Paeratonâs hand, holding my body firmly, supported me.
When my sight came back and my ears started to hear, everything was over.
Neither Clatier nor her maids were seen.
The Duke didnât let me go, so I drank the honeyed milk while sitting in his lap.
Then, the door opened and the employees, the knights, and the vassals of todayâs mansions came in.
They knelt at the Dukeâs feet without even raising their heads.
Wh, whatâs wrong with you?
The atmosphere was so rigid that it was even stern.
Itâs like interrogating criminals.
âThere was a bug in my house today.â
The Dukeâs mouth opened.
His voice was as soft as a melting chocolate, yet chillingly distinct.
âHow can I accuse people who donât take care of their duties?â
A cold stare directed at those who lay prostrate on the floor.
âPlease kill me, sir!â
âItâs my mistake that I havenât looked at.â
âI have done harm to your youngest child by misjudgment. Iâll pay you back with my life!â
It felt like I had only seen it in a historical drama.
âBut youâre not really going to die,right?â
âI donât have to get my hands dirty.â
I shook my head, as though I was embarrassed by the words of the Duke of Paraeton.
Itâs the same in historical dramas.
âKill me, Zuenha!â None of them would actually take the poison.
It was such a reassuring moment.
With a low black cry, knights pulled out their swords.
And he took it to their neck without delay.
The well-froged blade glowed brightly in the light.
I looked around in amazement, but I seemed to be the only one who was agitated in this room.
The sorrowful face of those who are prepared to die.
âTheyâre really going to do it!â
I shouted out loud without realizing it.
Then the bright red eyes turned to me. Eyes that donât have any emotions.
âThey failed to fulfill their duty. Those who have done wrong should pay the price.â
The Dukeâs face was so scary.
However, I couldnât silently watch people dying before my eyes.
âItâs just that my cousin came to play! So, thereâs no reason to block Clatierâs access to entry.â
âThen there was just an argument. Children originally fight growing upâŠâŠ.â
As I whispered, Duke Paeraton, who had been confused for a moment, opened his mouth.
âYes, sir. The young miss is right.â
The Duke swept his chin, saying âYeah, thatâs what an average child doesâŠâŠâ
âSo they donât need to be punished.â
At my words, the Duke of Paeraton stared down at me. He has a weird face.
ââŠâŠ.You have a mustache.â
Mustache? Me? A fluffy baby?
He swept my lips as I was being struck by a strange noise.
White milk was smeared on the graceful fingers.
I was embarrassed to think that I had been drinking and eating sloppily, but something more surprising happened.
The Duke sucked the milk from his finger.
What the hell is this guy thinking about?
However, I know for sure that he is really handsome.
I canât believe that line fits that well with himâŠâŠI wouldâve had goosebumps if I wasnât so scared.
âI heard that God referred to Rofan. I guess thatâs not necessarily bad.â
Anyway, thanks to his actions the roomâs atmosphere is completely different from before.
The Duke waved at the people. It meant that they should leave now.
Those who survived their death stood up with cautious attitudes.
âYou looks feel burdensome for some reasonâŠâŠ.â
[The vassals of the Duke are grateful for your kindness.]
[Aide Erkel, Duke of Paeratonâs chief aide, admires you]
[Heinz, the chief butler of the Duke of Paeraton, are grateful and respect your grace.]
[The maid and servant of the Duke of Paraton will appreciate and respect your kindness.]
[Your influence in the Paeraton family greatly increased.]
[5000 cash will be paid.]
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