Chapter 11 (2/2)

When Lilian wiped away the tears from Little Karloi, who was crying and muttering. He said.

[ What, put your dirty hands away. ]

She remembered Karloi, who was shouting sharply. It was so ridiculous that she thought, ‘I may have dirty hands, but you have a dirty temper’.

However, during her days as Lilian Lou when she was a child, Yvonne was good at controlling her temperament. She did not give up and rubbed Karloi’s face even more to show who was really dirty.

Her touch was rough, but Lilian’s eyes were soft because she felt sorry for Karloi at the time.

[ Boy, why are you looking at me like that? Put your hands away! ]

Karloi frowned and grumbled at her. Yes, Karloi initially thought Lilian was a boy.

It wasn’t really Karloi’s fault. He thought that Lilian was a skinny boy because not everyone could afford to eat then.

[ You idiot! ]

[ Wh-What? How old are you! ]

Karloi asked back with a childish strike, but Lilian did not answer. Lilian has a habit of not correcting such misunderstandings because she was not raised to be girly.

Poor dry limbs and short hair that didn’t even reach her neck was grayish-brown, and her skin was black as a child in a coal mine unable to see the sun all day… The clothes she wore were too thin. It was more like a piece of cloth rather than clothes.

At the time, it had to be that way. She couldn’t afford anything else.

But now?

Yvonne, who was lying on her bed, stared into space blankly, lifting her hair with her arm.

Her slender wrists held a bright, shiny white-blond hair that even looked transparent. Her skin was so pale as if she had never received sunlight and her luxurious silk clothes.

Her arms and hair fell powerlessly onto the bed. She was hopeless. Unless he has ancient wizard-class eyes, there is no way he would know it was Lilian back when by looking at her now.

Even now, whenever she looked in the mirror, she felt unfamiliar with herself. No, she was rather disgusted with the appearance that resembled the Duke too much.

It was funny. The real Yvonne, the Duchess, and the Duke’s daughter was a child who looked just like her mother as if half of the seed had disappeared.

[ When I go back, I will definitely find you. I will never forget, I promise you, Lou. ]

But, still. I.

Yvonne slowly closed her eyes. She forgot how to shed her tears a long time ago. Since she realized early on that, it wouldn’t help.

Though she still can’t forget his promise.

The cold breeze constantly blowing from the open window hit her cheeks painfully.

Yvonne prayed, gathering her hands neatly and placing them on her chest. Without knowing who she was praying to, Yvonne said eagerly.

‘Please give me a miracle. I will forgive all the misfortunes so far, I would only ask for a miracle this time’, and she pleaded.

“Kal.”

Yvonne whispered as if reciting her prayer.

Perhaps miracles could happen, and he might remember her.

[ Lou, I’ll make sure you don’t suffer anyone. I will protect you. ]

She wonders if he’ll keep the promises from his youthful days when he didn’t know anything.

Maybe it’s not going to happen.

When Yvonne saw Karloi at the wedding, she realized it once again. Hope is nothing more than a useless illusion grasped by humans, with a very low probability.

“Always remember that your mother’s life is up to me.”

It was a familiar threat that came and went at the wedding like her father wished for his daughter’s happiness.

Yvonne nodded a little and kept walking. When she entered the hall, Yvonne was so nervous that she almost collapsed while walking.

The Duke saw her staggering and grabbed her hand so hard that it hurt, thinking that she was doing something nonsensical.

She couldn’t groan, so she looked at the Duke, and he was already acting.

“Yv…”

It was a terrifying, acting ability that made her cry. She was disgusted, and she was feeling nauseous. Yvonne barely swallowed her swelling weights and smiled.

Well, if she’s the daughter he loves, she can’t make a fool of herself. What face could she make if that’s the case?

Yvonne moderately matched the rhythm to the performance as she walked towards Karloi.

She looked at Karloi in his eyes with an intense desire for him to recognize her, but his expression only got more and more ugly.

He didn’t recognize her.

It was obvious, but something inside her broke. Karloi even shook off her hand and left the ceremony alone.

Yvonne was left alone. She blankly thought, ‘You said you wouldn’t forget, you filthy idiot.’

The Duke approached Yvonne at a rapid pace. He could not tolerate even a moment for her to be lost in a daze.

“That…”

It was evident that she would say nonsense again if left alone. No, it would be fortunate if she spouted nonsense, but she didn’t know if she would bother Karloi and hurt his pride.

Yvonne shook her head and grabbed the Duke’s arm. She wasn’t sure if it was going to get on Karloi’s nerves.