Dylan’s voice was cold.
‘Why does he only show up when I’m on the balcony?’
“If you fall down out here, you might die. Don’t you know how small and weak you are?”
Dylan grabbed Emilie’s arm and came into the room.
Emilie’s arms, held under his palm, were so thin that Dylan’s forehead was crumpled.
(Dy) Too weak. If something goes wrong, she might break.
The father of such a child…
“Why are you doing this when you hate me?”
Dylan turned his head to Emilie’s defiant voice.
“What do you mean?”
“Why do you keep telling me not to go out to the balcony when you tell me to piss off?”
“It’s dangerous.”
“If I just fall out of the balcony, won’t I disappear from your sight?”
Dylan was bewildered by Emilie’s bold and straightforward remarks.
“That’s not what I meant!”
Dylan raised his voice frustratedly. When Emilie flinched, Dylan had a ‘Darn it!’ look on his face.
“I’m sorry for yelling at you.”
“It’s okay. I’ve always been told to piss off, so I don’t mind this much.”
“……Are you sure you’re okay?”
“No.” Emilie said in a dead voice.
“I told you to get out of here…..phew.”
Dylan didn’t know what to do, so disheveled his hair out of control. His blue hair flowed down like the sea.
A moment later, he said with determined eyes:
“Victoire and Damon are trying to take advantage of you.”
Unlike Dylan, who speaks with great determination, Emilie was not shaken at all.
I knew. That they kept me for whatever reason as I have a purpose. Unless I was an idiot, I wouldn’t notice that.
‘If you’re trying to kick me out with these words, you’re mistaken.’
But with the next words that followed, even Emilie could not help but swallow her surprised breath.
“Victoire is not Count Daughtry.”
“What?”
“We’re bloodlines of the Duke of Leschine.”
Dylan’s loud voice became like a stone and hit Emilie’s head with a ‘wham!’
‘Are you trying to get rid of me with that nonsense?’
Emilie’s eyes shook like waves.
The Duke of Leschine was already exiled decades ago for treason.
‘It was our Duke of Cabezo who revealed the fact that the Duke of Leschine had attempted treason.’
Unlike the aristocratic and arrogant Duke of Cabezo, the Duke of Leschine was highly respected. He was the first to open a food warehouse to people during the famine and not leave anybody in times of national crisis.
It was dark in front of me.
It was much more shocking than when Dylan said he was the blood of the Leschine family, or when he spoke of the [Heart of Olga.]
‘Yes, that’s right. My father is that kind of person. In my previous life, you poisoned me with your own hands.’
I understood it through my head, but I couldn’t stop my eyes from getting red.
Emilie was only twelve years old. But ever since she was 12 years old, his father had been wanting Emilie to die.
‘I didn’t know that, and I… was struggling to receive my father’s love until I died at 18.’
I’m his daughter too… and I’m also my father’s child…..
Emilie’s round cheeks trembled. Dylan’s head had gone cold. Emilie’s complexion became pale, her small hands turned blue.
He’s never seen a child so distressed.
(Dy) ‘Why don’t you curse and get angry? Why are you grieving alone and not cursing them?’
It was sad that the little girl, who seemed to be hugging him, was piling up all the sorrow inside her. Emilie’s eyes were filled with tears.
“Are you crying?”
“Ah, no.”
Emilie turned her head to hide her flushed face. Dylan looked quietly at the little girl who was holding back her tears.
(Dy) ‘You can cry in times like this…’
The boy wrinkled his eyes.
(Dy) ‘I shouldn’t have said that.’
It was for this child’s sake, but it was too much to handle. But soon Dylan made up his mind.
A young girl struggling to hide her tears from her small eyes.
Dylan knew what Victoire was up to for this girl. He didn’t want to see this child’s blood.
For that, he had to be more harsh.
After a long time, Emilie, whose eyes became as red as that of a rabbit, looked up at Dylan.
“Don’t tell me to go home now.”
She was speaking in a determined manner, but her eyes were soaked. Emilie seemed to think she didn’t have any luck at all.
Dylan answered deliberately, pretending he didn’t know.
“I’ll take you somewhere safe. This place is not safe.”
“…..”
Emilie didn’t answer.
Dylan said frustratedly:
“You idiot. Victoire, my father, just wants your blood.”
“My blood?”
Emilie, who asked back, soon realized the meaning behind that word.
<In order to make the Magic Stone into one again, you need the ‘chosen blood of two families.’>
In the early days of the Empire, the First Emperor took advantage of the division and ascended to the throne when the Leschine family and the Cabezo family fought to take the [Heart of Olga].
Then he tried to remove the [Heart of Olga], which had the power to threaten the throne. But the [Heart of Olga] was too powerful to get rid of.
Even if all the sorcerers of the Empire were mobilized, the only thing they could do was break them in half and seal its power.
“[Trikol] is still in the Cabezo duchy. I need a way to keep you safe until I steal [Trikol].”
If you get your hands on [Trikol], then you will be pointed out as the receiving end of the Leschine family by the Duke of Cabezo.
And those who are pointed out are sacrificed.
This would be their plan.