When the doll-like cute girl grabbed her skirt with her little hands and greeted them maturely, Damon closed his mouth with his hand without even realizing it.
‘So, so cute.’
One of the purple shoe’s nose that peeped forward was shockingly cute.
“It suits you well.”
Victoire briefly said, instead of Damon, who can’t say anything with his mouth shut.
“Thank you.”
Emilie answered politely while blushing.
“See. I told you it’d look good on you.”
Damon said excitedly. He was so proud of his own eyes that he had no idea what to do.
“Damon, you and I don’t know much about girls’ clothes. You were just lucky.”
“You’re a father who doesn’t know children well. You work outside every day and you don’t have your attention at home. I can’t help but know their tastes because I’m at home taking care of my chores and Dylan.”
Damon and Victoire were bickering at one another.
‘It’s like husband and wife.’
Emilie smiled while she covered her mouth with her small fist.
Then Emilie suddenly realized that there was no real ‘Countess’ in the house.
‘Oh, right. Count Daughtry’s wife died early. Count Daughtry met his new wife long after.’
So Damon, the eldest son, seemed to be taking care of the house and doing what the Countess should do.
“Let’s go for a walk while you’re in new clothes.”
“Sounds good. Father!”
When Damon answered, Victoire stopped him.
“No, not you, but me and Emilie alone.”
The Daughtry mansion resembles the Count. Above the clean, white walls, a clear blue roof rose like a painting. There was also a large lake in front of the mansion, beyond which vast gardens and forests were spread out.
‘I’m also a princess, so I’m not very interested in the scale.’
The atmosphere here was different from that of old-fashioned duchy.
The duchy was always in a tight and tense atmosphere, perhaps because of father. Everything was of the finest quality, but it was a prison-like place where even the luxurious atmosphere felt difficult.
However, even the sound of birds singing freely were here, perhaps because of the mood.
‘Except that we’ve been walking without saying anything for half an hour.’
Emilie looked up to Victoire. In fact, Victoire seemed to be fine to the long silence.
‘Shall I ask you first?’
I had a lot of questions.
Why do you keep me here even though you know who I am? Why did your son do that last night?
“Ah, uh, cry… crying? You’re crying?”
Dylan stammered in embarrassment. Emilie, looking resentful at Dylan, buried her face in Victoire’s arms.
“Don’t send me home. Please?”
Emilie, who had always been hanging on awkwardly even when hugging, was held in Victoire’s arms. Embarrassed, Victoire soon patted Emilie on the back naturally.
“I understand. I’ll have to have a conversation with that bad guy. Can you be with Mrs. Marian for a moment?”
Victoire handed Emilie over to Marian. Marian walked away from the two men while holding Emilie in her arms.
“Miss, please don’t worry. His Grace will do whatever you want.” said Marian, wiping away Emilie’s tears.
“Why?”
“Pardon?”
“Why is Count Daughtry doing what I want? How come?”
“That’s…”
Marian looked back helplessly.
There, Victoire and Dylan were arguing about something. When Emilie also looked at the place, Marian hurriedly covered the two men.
“It’s because His Grace, the Count, does charity work for young children. He’s the one who saves children in crisis.”
“…..”
It was an excuse hard to believe. No matter how young Emilie looked, she was still 12 years old. In addition, the mental age is an adult.
‘But I’ll have to pretend that I believe it.’
It was unlikely that Marian would answer anyway. It wasn’t even clear how far she knew as an employee. Anyway, the most important thing right now was not to be returned to the Cabezo.
“I clearly told you! No!”
From a distance, Dylan’s yell was heard. It was an angry voice that made Marian look back in surprise. Emilie, too, saw Dylan turn around and walk away through the narrow space.
Dylan walked away in a fit of anger.
‘What’s making him so angry?’
Emilie’s eyes followed Dylan’s figure. But that didn’t last long.
Victoire came up to say:
“Emilie, you won’t be going back to where you used to live.”
Emilie’s head, which had been complicated with every word, was filled with happiness.
Dylan’s angry face, his agitated voice, was forgotten like a lie and she felt at ease.
Emilie was so happy that she couldn’t answer. But with her expression alone, Victoire could read Emilie’s thoughts.
“Your Grace, I’ll take the lady back to her room.”
“No. I’ll take her there myself.”
“Yes?”
‘Hmm, I’ll make a rope out of the curtains and throw it down then it’ll reach the ground. I can climb down with it and run away.’
Emilie grinned and turned around.
“Hik!”
And then her eyes met Dylan, who was looking at her with a scary expression.