Chapter 4 (1/2)
Victoire and Damon, who kidnapped(?) Emilie, were like people from the sea. Light blue hair that shone like water under the sunlight, dark blue colored eyes like the deep sea. (t/n: the raw also has that question mark)
Victoire’s deep blue eyes looked at Emilie piercingly.
(V) “Did you sleep well?”
(E) “Yes.”
(V) “I see.”
Victoire then whispered to Damon, sitting on the seat next to him.
“I don’t think she slept well.”
‘What? You just said <I see> to me!’
“Because I’m sleeping in a strange place.”
Damon smiled and said:
“Eat properly and get a good night’s sleep. Right now you’re like a kid who’s been beaten up somewhere.”
Damon said, pushing the steak dish forward to Emilie.
‘That’s because it is a kid who’s been abused somewhere.’
I couldn’t even drink a cup of water in front of the table. When I tried to eat alone because I felt uncomfortable eating with my father and Polia, Polia vehemently opposed it.
<If I can’t eat with my sister, I won’t eat anything!>
At first glance, it seemed like an attitude for Emilie. However, the real intention was different. Polia brought Emilie to the table in order to show their father’s affection towards her and alienate Emilie. Polia especially liked the way Emilie took the blame of their father’s anger.
‘It’s ironic that someone else’s table is more comfortable.’
Of course, this table wasn’t completely comfortable either. She was under silent pressure because of the piled up mountain of food.
‘You brought all these for me to eat, right?’
Emilie looked at the ‘pile’ of food with astonished eyes, Damon said:
“Our Count Daughtry lives quite lavishly, though if you were a princess, you would be able to eat this much food at a feast, but you’re this surprised.”
“No matter how noble you…are?”
Emilie’s previous memories flashed into her mind when she was about to answer Damon’s words.
‘I remember!’
Count Daughtry, Victoire Daughtry.
A young man who looks like he’s in his early 30s. However, he is actually in his 30s. Even though he was a young man, he always had the profoundness of being a Count during his time.
‘Rising noble Count Daughtry!’
The countryside’s fallen nobleman suddenly found a gemstone mine one day. It was a huge success for families to invest on the basis of their earnings. In a flash, the fortune earned quickly developed into nobility.
People looked down on Count Daughtry, but envied their impressive wealth after the Emperor.
‘Damon Daughtry is Lord Daughtry.’
A gentle young man who took after his father but does not resemble his cold-looking face.
Rumor has it that he was a handsome gentleman in society. He’s probably about eighteen now.
‘If that’s the case then the boy last night…’
Sir Daughtry, Dylan Daughtry.
The second and youngest son of Count Daughtry and a man who was received well by the young ladies of society. It’s clearly him.
‘You mean, Young Daughtry was that rude?’
In addition, he’s absent when all family members are present in the dinner room.
Emilie felt the highest in the system, as if she had been steaming under the guise. (t/n: this is the raw form, not too sure about this cos my friends a bit busy to trans it for me; 에밀리는 제도 최고가는 영식의 실체에 김이 푹식는 기분이었다.)
“Why are you blushing and all pale by yourself?”
Victoire tilted his head at Emilie. Emilie calmed her mind by tapping her two cheeks ‘tap tap’ with her small hands.
“Damon. You have another brother, right?”
(Da) “Yeah, how did you know?”
“He came to my room last night.”
(V) “You’ve already met? That’s fast.”
Victoire said, looking straight at Emilie.
(V) “Everything he says is nonsense, so you don’t have to listen to it.”
It was as if he knew what his son had said last night.
“Do you know who I am?”
Emilie carefully asked.
“Princess Cabezo. Emilie.”
Victoire answered without hesitation.
“But why aren’t you sending me home?”
Emilie’s heart pounded as she asked. I had to hear the answer, but if the answer was, ‘I see. I’ll send you home,’ then things would get messy. Emilie’s small hands trembled with tension under the table.
“I saved you, so you’re mine.”
But Victoire’s answer was unexpected. It was more brazen than expected.
“Child trafficking is prohibited under Imperial law!”
“Brainy.” (t/n: one of the trans that popped up was smartass lmao)
“I know (that much)!”
“So, do you want to go home?”
“…..”
Emilie was speechless.
‘This man….how much do you know?’
Victoire poked a piece of steak with a fork and stuck it out to Emilie’s mouth.
“Eat for now. It’s meal time.”
Emilie did not let her guard down, but she bit the pieces of steak because she couldn’t resist.
‘Wow, it’s delicious!’
The stars twinkled right before my eyes.
The steak melted gently in my mouth. It was my first time tasting the sauce. I have never felt this taste even while living in the duchy all my life.
‘I couldn’t afford to taste it.’
Victoire’s mouth rose slightly as he watched young Emilie eat steak with twinkles in her eyes.
‘It’s like feeding a chick.’
The child thought it couldn’t be helped, but she was strangely pleased in her heart.
***
After the meal, Victoire presented Emilie with a dress. It was a luxurious purple cloth embroidered with jewelry pieces that shine like the stars.
‘This the Imperial designer Tolle’s dress you know!’