There was no time to mourn over someoneâs death, and the night party was held again.
âYouâre still beautiful today, Lady Buchanan!â
âA woman who is loved is more beautiful than anyone else. Lady Buchanan, what they said is absolutely right.â
The nobles asked Kyrie, who had lost nine pounds recently, for tips, saying she looked better and had smoother skin than before. Everyone praised her beauty with a contrived smile.
Kyrie did not answer. There was not even a polite smile. The nobles swore behind her back, but the nightlife was booming.
It was the man who took the place of Nathaniel, who was absent today.
ăIâm sorry.ă
ââŚâŚ.â
ăHand.ă
Lore Leschaux, the Patriotic Lord, approached and reached out among the people filling the narrow hallway of the palace. Leschaux kissed Kyrie on the back of his hand in a clumsy and awkward move and raised his head.
ăWhere is Nathaniel?ă
Kyrie tilted her head to the side instead of answering. Rather than pressuring for answers, Leschaux chose to broach another topic.
ăYou have lost weight. Take care of your health.ă
âIs that what youâre going to say?â
ăThereâs nothing I canât say.ă
Kyrie was cynical. Wherever she looked at them, these immortals were arrogant. She looked around with heartless eyes at people wondering about this side of the conversation.
âYou knew that, didnât you? Thatâs how itâs gonna be.â
ăThatâs right.ă
âYou sat on the sidelines.â
ăThatâs right.ă
The conversation had been cut off. The young noblemen danced along the corridor between the rooms, opening all the doors of the palace.
As a huge crowd gathered, everyone was listening. Everyone greeted Kyrie, but no one approached her since they said their greetings. Kyrie sat in the middle of the stage like a decorative cake that no one touched.
ăOnce again, take care of your health.ă
âI donât feel the need to.â
ăYou have to do it even if you donât have the need to.ă
âThatâs what you think. â
Kyrie stared at him head-to-head with an empty face. People were busy avoiding her gaze.
âItâs going to be hard to please everyone.â
ăItâll be better than dying.ă
âIs that so?â
Leschaux looked down at Kyrier with deep eyes and added.
ăPlease bear with it if you have any unpleasant thoughts. I donât want to stop the crazy Nathaniel.ă
âI wouldnât go crazy just because I was dying.â
Leschaux remained silent for a long time, then said, ăWell.ă and shut up.
Then, one side of the room became noisy.
âOh, my God, Count Buchanan, no, youâre a duke now, arenât you?â
âItâs really hard to see you these days, so Iâm glad you came to the night partyâŚâŚ.â
Kyrie, who saw light purple hair rolled back in the crowd, sprang up for the first time, looking a little lively.
ââŚâŚFather.â
It was the first time sheâd seen Cesar Buchanan since the kidnapping. Kyrie and Cesarâs eyes met. Cesar raised his hand to his daughter and began shaking hands with everyone around him.
It wasnât until half an hour before Cesar approached Kyrier. Even though he did not greet Kyrie first.
âIsnât it the Patriotic Lord? Iâve heard a lot about you. And you took care of my daughter.â
Leschaux glanced past the nervous-faced Kyrie and took a step back.
ăYouâre here to talk to your daughter.ă
It was only then that Cesar looked at Kyrie. It was a very sweet, very rational look.
âKyrie, how are you? I think youâve gotten better.â
(T/N: this alone proves that he isnât even worthy to be a human)
Kyrie, who was looking at Cesar so desperately that it could just be seen by her eyes, paused.
âFather, why are you asking me in the meantimeâŚâŚ.â
âBoring stories at night donât suit you, Kyrie.â
Cesar skillfully lifted two glasses from a waiterâs tray passing by.
âLetâs go to the balcony. Itâs your nightlife, but Iâm sure itâll be good for a time of father-daughter reunion.â
Kyrie followed him with some anticipation.
As soon as Cesar entered the balcony, he said, showing his back.
âKyrie, I heard the story of the guard. Never mind such a thing.â
Kyrieâs heart melted a little when she heard that. She felt like she was going to cry, but she clenched her teeth because she was sure she would hear a scolding. It reminded her of the past.
Kyrieâs mother, Zhenya Hartwood, divorced when Kyrie was ten and left home. Since then, Cesar has been Kyrieâs only family. Sometimes he threw things, slapped her in the face, and verbally abused her if she wasnât good, but when Kyrier was good, he patted her head, and when she was very young, he read fairy tales by her bedside before going to bed.
âFatherâŚâŚ.â
So she tried, and thought Cesar finally recognized her.
Donât mind what theyâre saying, itâs bad, Iâm on your sideâŚâŚ.
(T/N: these are the words Kyrie imagining that Cesar will say to her)
But Cesar, who turned around, said with an unheard-of smile.
âI need to have a son.â
Her melting heart froze again. It was as if it had been flowing down freely and had hardened and stabbed all over her body. Kyrie tightened her fingers to keep the glass from dropping.
ââŚâŚSon?â
âDonât worry about the outside. OldCiudad and Fort Ducane are a little noisy, but they wonât be a big deal.â
âThe Royal Family is now a toothless tiger.â
âFatherâŚ.. Hold on.â
âEverything in this country is now circling around you. By the way, ask the Legendary Lord and the Patriotic Lord to lower the tax of some families. The list will be passed from person to person.â
âFather, I meanâŚâŚ.â
âLet me know if you need anything else. Donât make the same mistake as me, Kyrie.â
Cesar put the glass down on the railing and grabbed Kyrieâs shoulders.
âBe cute, be adorable, be loveable. Okay? This is all for Buchanan.â
There was no concern for Kyrie in any of his words. Not a single one. Kyrie shook her head. She staggered back, her arms wrapped around her.
âFatherâŚâŚ I may not be able to get out of the room until I die.âŚ.â
âIâve heard about that from the Legendary Lord, so thatâs what it will be.â
âI was in charge of the housekeeping of Count, no, Duke BuchananâŚâŚ.â
âIâll do everything, so itâs okay. That is not a problem.â
âThere are public gatherings I have attended as a Buchanan on behalf of fatherâŚâŚ.â
âYeah, Iâm actually thinking of stopping in bringing in your brother who has been abroad. Youâve been through a lot, so you can rest in the palace.â
ââŚâŚNot being able to go outside without someoneâs permission? With someone watching me all the time except for washing up?â
Cesar breathed out a long breath. He showed signs of displeasure after handling his empty hands with dignity.
âWhat do you want to say from before?â
She felt suffocated, and Kyrie began to tremble like a person thrown into the snow.
âIs that really all you have to say to me? Itâs the first time youâve seen me since I was kidnapped.âŚ.â
Cesar curled his eyebrows as he pleased.
âKyrie, now you have the irreplaceable role of serving the Legendary Lord. I think Iâve taught you the ability to judge the gravity of your work.â
Her whole body went weak. Cesar must not have heard how Aaron died. Even after hearing it, he didnât ask a single question, âAre you all right?â. Kyrie was fortunate not to shed tears and put strength in her hands wrapped around her arms.
âPeopleâŚâŚ.â
âStop it!â
Cesar yelled, interrupting Kyrie.
âDonât be so emotional! Youâre finally gonna get anything off the cushion! People are swearing at you because you have so much!â
(T/N:Â finally gonna get anything off the cushion-Â it means she will get anything and everything whatever she desire)
ââŚâŚ.â
âI taught you as the prestigious lady of Count Buchanan! It was all for a day like this. Now you have the opportunity to do your part, and youâŚâŚ.â
Cesarâs face distorted. Kyrie, who had been looking at his complexion for a long time and screaming at her, knew. He was really irritated.
ââŚâŚYou are really useless.â
Why did Aaronâs words come to mind at that time?
âJust say itâs hard, Noona.â
Kyrie looked up at the sky. She smiled in vain at her weakness flowing with the Milky Way.
Kyrie thought she was the perpetrator. In the past, she thought, âIf I hadnât woken up Nathaniel,â even though there was no such thing. Everything that happened to her seemed to be her responsibility.
But selfish as well, she wanted to hear it from her family. Itâs not your fault.
âYou are wrong, Aaron.â
She now realizes that it will never happen, and that she was only drunk on what Nathaniel called âself-projectionâ.
Realizing that, Kyrie soon became free. In everything.
Kyrie lowered her head, which had been slowly tilted. The tremor had already subsided.
âFather.â
âYes.â
âThank you.â
Cesar raised one eyebrow.
âDo you understand now? This father educated you for a day like today.â
Kyrie smiled softly.
ââŚâŚYouâre still living in illusion.â
Cesar looked serious. His arms winced as if he was in the habit of throwing something, but Kyrie didnât flinch now. She felt indescribably relaxed. She didnât know she had a similar look to Aaron before he died, right now.
âNowâŚâŚ I realize. I thought Father was loving me in his own way.â
Cesar, who listened to Kyrier, smiled contrivedly.
âOf course I love you. Arenât you my daughter?â
Kyrie laughed out loud.
âBut it wasnât.â
She reached out and tapped Cesarâs glass, which had been placed on the railing. The long-necked glass fell into the darkness and broke with a small clink.
âIt wasnâtâŚâŚ.â
It was a very trivial move, but Cesar felt a tremendous distance to Kyrie at that moment. Her soft voice, noble accent, a somewhat subdued and classy gesture, and a faintly arrogant and bored expression were clearly the Kyrie he taught.
However, Kyrie didnât seem to be the one he knew. For the first time, Cesar saw Kyrie Buchanan, a human, not his daughter.
âFatherâs eyes, which I felt as love, were just about the affection of seeing things I had left at home for a long time. If I lose it, my heart will be empty for a moment and sayâŚâŚ.â
Kyrieâs smile no longer showed any emotion. Cesarâs spine became creepy.
âI tried to be the noble and proud Buchanan father so desired, but now I donât feel the need to. Because itâs your Buchanan, not my Buchanan.â
After finishing her last words, Kyrie drew her shawl. She gazed at the grove of oak trees spreading over the railing as the wind blew from behind her back. It was a long way for spring to come, and the night air was still cold. Kyrie smiled.
It really is winter, isnât it?
âBe polite next time we meet, Duke Buchanan. As of today, you are not my father.â
***
The next day, Kyrie suffered from a fever. The only thing she could hear in a strange high fever was a tense voice that filled her surroundings.
[Recover.]
âUsingâŚâŚMentalâŚâŚ!â
[ThenâŚâŚÂ thatâs allâŚâŚÂ I have to do.]
âYou have too muchâŚ. businessâŚâŚ!â
[âŚâŚ Leave it.]
âNursingâŚâŚ .â
(PR note: here, Kyrie is sick, and Nathaniel decided to use his mental powers to communicate and take care of her, and neglect his job)
Words whose context could not be grasped passed in fragments. The voice inside of her mind repeated and flickered like a dying flame.
[I canât give it to you.]
And Kyrie felt nervous in Nathanielâs voice for the first time.
Nataniel was looking down at her when she squinted her tearful eyes. He looked extremely sharp enough to wonder when she could see such a look again. Now he wasnât even human, or at least a plaster statue. The ease of living alone in a different time was also gone.
Nathaniel whispered, putting his hand on Kyrieâs forehead.
[Youâre so clever. You are always saved through death, leaving me at the end.]
Kyrie somehow thought she felt a faint sadness in his voice.
[No more. I wonât let you run away anymore.]
At the whispering words, Kyrie smiled faintly.
ââŚâŚ.â
She couldnât figure out why she was laughing. But the thought that she should have done this before, that she had finally found the right direction, sparkled like a star in her mind.
Seeing the smile, Nathaniel showed his face again. It was the first intense anger she saw in him, who was all about madness, cynicism, or expressionlessness, or showing a slight displeasure.
[You want to run away?]
Nathaniel slowly moved his hand and squeezed Kyrieâs neck. It was very slow. And it was very cold. Kyrie knew very well what he was going to do. She smiled gently and closed her eyes.
[âŚâŚ.]
Nathaniel held Kyrieâs neck like that for a very long time. However, he did not end up giving strength to his hand.
Kyrie closed her eyes, but she couldnât see, but for the first time, she heard Nathaniel sigh heavily.
[You are too weakâŚ..]
She couldnât hear the backbiting. His cold hand soon fell off. Kyrie fell back down the cliff of sleep. She smiled at the light moving away from the darkness.
Yeah, I donât mind dying now. Iâm not welcomed by anyone anyway, and I canât be anything. So that would be fine. It doesnât matterâŚâŚ.
***
Kyrie had been sick for a long time. If Nathaniel hadnât lowered the temperature of her body by force, it was clear that her brain function would have fallen.
The doctor said she was originally vulnerable to the cold and suffered from cold winds for too long. But everyone knew it wasnât just the problem. If it was really a physical problem, it should have been cured by MarryAnneâs treatment.
Awakened, Kyrie looked at the bed canopy and opened her mouth.
âIâm alive.â
It was a remark that was strangely calm and surprisingly regrettable.
âMissâŚâŚ?â
MarryAnne, who was running near Kyrieâs knee and crying, opened her eyes wide to the gruesomeness of no reason. Kyrie smiled affectionately at MarryAnne.
âHow are you, MarryAnne?â
It was such a clear greeting that it was not thought to be a person who had been ill for a long time. MarryAnne answered clumsily.
âMarryAnneâs doing fineâŚâŚ.â
âGood for you.â
âMiss, are you all right? Any inconvenience? Youâve been sick for two weeksâŚâŚ.â
âItâs refreshing. Itâs light. Can you help me get up?â
Kyrie sat with a cushion on her back, coughed small and looked out of the window.
âIt snowed a lot. Itâs pretty.â
âYesâŚâŚ.â
âI need to eat something.â
âOh, yes! Iâll bring it to you.â
MarryAnne called another servant to bring her a meal. Meanwhile, Kyrie wiped her wet body with sweat and tied her hair together. She looked as pure and beautiful as a lily blooming in the snow, but MarryAnne felt uneasy as to why.
âMiss, are you okay?â
âYes.â
Kyrieâs answer was light. Adding a little lie, she looked as light as if she would fly when the wind blew. As the meal arrived, Kyrie looked down at the table with a gentle and calm face.
âThatâs a shame. â
âYes. I havenât eaten in a long time.â
Kyrie looked down at the statue with a distant smile, reminiscent of Nathaniel.
âIâm sorry, but âŚâ
âWhat?â
It was a moment when MarryAnne asked again. Kyrie grabbed a fork decorated with gold thread. And without hesitation, she thrust it into her neck.
***
TL/rant: I first thought Nathaniel would break her, then when Aaron came, I thought he(Aaron) would finally break her but the person who broke her the most was neither Nathaniel or Aaron but her father, even though he wasnât a good father Kyrie held her very last hope with him. After what he did, Kyrie really broke.