The vain faith continued until Emilie died at the age of eighteen, drinking the poison her father gave her.
‘I was destined to be sick and not live long, but it doesn’t mean I should drink poison and die.’
Is it a good thing or a bad thing.
When she opened her eyes after drinking poison as she lost her breath, Emilie was back in the form of a 12-year-old little girl.
It didn’t take long to tell whether it was a dream or a reality.
The father’s cold treatment on a young girl was appallingly realistic.
‘Did God give me another chance?’
Then why did he give it to her?
‘Revenge? You want me to look into the future and take this family?’
Emilie looked at the garden and the mansion.
Although she lived there for 18 years, it was a place where she couldn’t get along.
‘I don’t want to stay in this house, I don’t want to change everything.’
No lingering feelings remained here.
I wanted to leave here and start anew rather than spend my time avenging myself.
‘Let’s leave.’ (t/n: just noticed i put go instead of leave in the tl-ed webtoon)
Emilie made a resolution.
‘The [incident] will happen tomorrow. Let’s take it as an opportunity.’
***
After returning from her outing, Polia lay down in bed.
The maids who were moving the mountain of gifts were frightened.
“Miss! The dress is wrinkled!”
“If it’s wrinkled, why don’t you guys just straighten it out again?”
“Since it’s a sensitive fabric, the wrinkles don’t straighten out well.”
“You have to take care of that. My father gives you money, and you can’t solve that?”
Polia said bluntly.
The maids sighed.
‘When the new Duchess was alive she wasn’t like this.’
When Polia’s biological mother was alive, she was responsible for managing her image. So the employees thought Polia was a nice and lovely child, even though she was a little bit bad-headed. However, when she no longer had a mother to manage her image, Polia’s eccentric personality was revealed one after another.
“I’m tired so get out of here, except for Seri.”
Except for Seri, a maid close to Polia, she kicked everyone out of the room.
“Miss, you must be happy that the Duke has bought you many gifts.”
Seri said.
“This always happens. But he heard I had a hard time because of Emilie today, and he bought me more.”
Emilie ran for it.
“Woof Woof!”
When Vel was about to bite Emilie, Emilie slipped down the slope.
“Ackk!”
The slipping body was scratched on the rough floor. Emilie clenched her teeth.
“Grrr…”
She could hear Vel crying above her. Vel looked down at Emilie and went somewhere else.
Emilie crouched under the slope.
“Miss Emilie! Where are you?”
The employees’ voices searching for Emilie were heard from above.
Emilie, in her previous life, heard that sound and clenched her teeth and crawled up the slope.
<My father will be worried.>
But the only thing waiting for Emilie, who was covered in wounds, was blame.
<You’ve come back to life. When you drove Polia’s mother to death, her life was precious, right?>
Her father, Duke Ferdinand Cabezo, shouted to his wounded 12-year-old daughter.
<I heard you were chased after bullying Vel. If you’re going to keep bothering Polia like this, get out. I don’t need a daughter like you!>
Emilie shut herself up in her room and cried. She was so sad that her heart was going to get torn. It was too harsh for a 12-year-old girl.
‘This time, I will disappear as much as you like.’
Emilie in the present life didn’t want to cry again because of her father.
‘If I go out there, I can get out of the duchy.’
Emilie walked out of the duchy along the narrow path.
‘I’m going to take the carriage and go far away. I should go somewhere they don’t know and pretend to be an orphan. And let’s stay in the monastery until I become an adult.’
I brought my savings even though it was a small sum.
It was a trip to the monastery.
‘Then I’ll fall ill as is and die peacefully at eighteen. At least I’m not going to die by the hands of my own father.’
So Emilie didn’t change her cinnamon syrupy dress. She let Vel go after her then deliberately rolled on the slope.
It took her all day to get to where the carriage was to run away from people’s eyes.
“You can’t look.”
The man climbed up the horse with Emilie in his arms. It was a light movement like walking on a cloud even when he climbed up with a girl.
The young man also got on the horse next to them. The young man smiled affectionately at the frightened young Emilie.
“Forget everything that’s ever happened. It’s all just a nightmare.”