Chapter 2 (1/2)
Her father, Polia, and employees from Cabezo Duchy, who saw it with their eyes, all thought that Emilie pushed her stepmother down the cliff because she was jealous.
Is it because of the sacrifice of a mother?
Polia grew up to be a true princess who was recognized by her father.
Emilie, on the other hand, grew up to be a half-hearted princess with a terrible stigma.
‘I believed that I could be loved someday if I showed my father and Polia my sincerity.’
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.”
Seri gave Polia a look of hope.
Usually, masters were bound to throw small things to their right-hand when they received so many gifts.
“What’s that, that look in your eyes?”
But Polia threw tantrums instead of presents.
“You’re not coveting my gifts, are you?”
“Oh, no. How can I covet your things?”
“That’s more like it. If you wanted mine, I was going to hit you with a whip.”
Polia chuckled.
Seri had goosebumps.
“But speaking of Emilie. I can’t help it.”
Polia murmured.
“You said you were going to have [that incident] tomorrow anyway.”
“You’ve got everything ready, haven’t you?”
“Of course. I’ve got the cinnamon syrup.”
Seri said.
Polia intended to have her own dog Vel attack Emilie tomorrow.
Vel hated cinnamon. So she planned to secretly sneak the cinnamon syrup in Emilie’s clothes and get her attacked by Vel.
“I have to scold her. It’s better if it goes wrong because she’s bitten by Vel.”
Polia chuckled and laughed.
***
The next morning.
Emilie gazed at the dress that had been laid. Employees used to help their lady dress up. But it was an exception for Emilie.
‘It’s easier for me with no one helping either.’
All the employees of this house were on the side of the Duke Cabezo and Polia anyway.
Emilie looked at the dress.
“There’s no wrinkle at all today?”
The dresses that the employees gave were usually wrinkled or stained. In severe cases, they were torn. But this dress was as fresh as it had been bought yesterday.
Emilie buried her face in the dress and took a deep breath.
There was a faint smell of cinnamon syrup.
“…..”
Emilie wore her dress like a person who couldn’t smell anything.
“Sister!”
Then Polia’s voice was heard outside.
Looking out the window, Polia was playing with Vel in the garden.
“Come down and let’s play together!”
Polia said naively.
“Hurry down, sister! Vel wants to play with sister!”
Emilie knew what would happen if she did so.
“Hang on. I’ll be right down.”
Emilie went out into the garden. A growl was heard. Vel drooled and glared at Emilie.
“Polia.”
Emilie approached Vel with trembling steps.
“What’s wrong, sister?”
“Be nice to Vel. He’s too old to live long.” (t/n: not rlly sure of the gender)
“Are you talking badly now, sister?”
But in fact, Vel hasn’t been around for more than a year. When the old and sick Vel was unable to walk, Polia turned away from him. Only Emilie stood by Vel. Vel, who hated Emilie because of his loyalty to his master, died in Emilie’s arms at the last minute.
“Grrrrr….!”
Now Vel is baring his teeth towards Emilie.
“Sister, would you please pat the Vel for me? Vel likes to be loved.”
Polia smiled frivolously. As soon as Emilie came near, Polia let go of the leash she was holding. Vel rushed at Emilie as if she had been waiting.
“Woof! Woof Woof!
Emilie turned around and started to run. Vel followed Emilie close behind her back.