After Victoria left, I crawled on the floor like a caterpillar and approached the wall that I had found with my fingers.
I leaned my back and head against the cold, hard wall and let out a long sigh.
I stared at the crushing darkness.
It was strange.
I was in this situation, but rather than feeling uneasy, my chest tingled with happiness and my body slightly warmed up.
Victoria didnât hate me.
I thought that no one would love me or like me except for my late mother.
I wasnât needed by anyone, and at the worst times, I grieved that I had even been born.
Stupid, dumb, useless and a simpleton.
I was torn apart by the countless abuse that I had been subjected to and the hatred that my father had directed at me, and I was trapped into thinking that people hated me because I was defective and had nothing to offer.
I was intoxicated by the sadness and the little bit of pleasure it brought me.
However, that was a big mistake.
People didnât hate me as much as I thought they did.
I may be hated more than the average person, but there are certainly people who like me.
There are even people who tell me they love me.
I was just under false assumptions after all.
I saw everyone as my enemy and assumed that they âhatedâ me without confirming what they really thought about me.
I even twisted their most genuine kindness and received their actions negatively.
It was easier to just assume that they didnât like me from the start and give up âââ.
I kept my distance from them, put up a wall and didnât try to meet them halfway.
I didnât try to understand their feelings.
I was always complacent.
I was selfish.
And because of that, I hurt Orpheus and the people I love.
âI have to change.â
I canât stay the way I am.
I have to let go of my false assumptions, stop overly putting myself down and face the people I love and those who I will meet head on.
If I donât do that then Iâm sure Iâll make the same mistakes again.
Iâll hurt Orpheus and others.
Iâll be wringing my own neck.
âThereâs no point in starting over if I keep doing the same things over and over again.â
So, Iâll change âââ.
I will take this opportunity to truly break off my relationship with him.
I will no longer be trapped by his hatred or words.
I will no longer be dragged down by the past.
I will leave the old me behind and be reborn as the new me.
For Orpheusâs sake as wellâââ.
My heart trembled as I made this decision.
I felt a surge of strength in my stomach and a burning in my chest.
âI will change. I will definitely change.â
I thought about the people I cared about.
I want to see the people who care about me and are important to me.
Orpheus, Claire, Claude, Diana, and Juris.
I want to see them and talk to them.
Thatâs why I have to get out of here.
I wonât be defeated by that manâs malice.
âLike hell I will.â
I wonât give into such cowardly methods âââ.
When the roar reached my ears, it seemed like there was nothing to be afraid of anymore âââ not even the darkness that didnât have a ray of light in it, nor that crazy man.
I donât know how much time passed since then.
I heard the sounds of footsteps again as I desperately tried to figure out how to escape from this mansion.
Is it Victoriaâââ?
I separated myself from the wall, thinking that she might have brought me food like she had promised to.
I havenât eaten anything in over half a day.
I wasnât hungry, but my throat was parched, and I couldnât wait to drink some cold water.
I was about to call Victoriaâs name when a candle lit up the darkness, and I quickly shut my mouth when I realised that it wasnât her behind the bars.
âHey Miss. Are you alive?â
It was the bald man who had kidnapped me.
Only him, and no one else.
âYour father told me to bring you to him.â
The bald man skilfully unlocked the door with one hand, then he opened the barred door and walked over to me.
â⦠I see. Itâll be heavy for you to carry me, so Iâll walk by myself. Please untie the rope.â
âI canât do that. Itâll be troublesome if you run away.â
âYouâll catch me straight away even if I run away. A womanâs legs arenât that fast.â
âI canât. You never know what will happen.â
I looked at the man who was laughing boldly and sighed since it wasnât going to be easy to escape.
Iâm familiar with the structure of this house.
I thought that I could somehow get past him and get away, but it seemed that he didnât want to take any chances.
He carried me easily and took me out of my cell.
âCanât you treat me with a little more respect? Iâm not an object. My face has been hitting your back for a while now and it hurts.â I protested angrily when we were climbing the stairs since my nose hurt from hitting his back and the bald man laughed in amusement before saying, âYouâre real gutsy. Youâre not the least bit afraid even in this situation.â
I wanted to tell him, âOf course Iâm not.â
Being afraid wonât make the situation better.
The more I lose my cool, the worse things will get.
âMore importantly, treat me more respectfully. Iâll throw up if you shake me around too much,â I threatened him, and the bald man finally stopped down his pace and stopped being rough with me.
We left the cold basement, went to the first floor corridor, and proceeded up the stairs to the second floor.
All the windows were covered by thick curtains and the lights were on. Apparently, it was already evening.
I couldnât see any servants.
The bald man walked straight down the second floor corridor and stopped in front of a room.
âWeâre here, Miss.â
âThis isâ¦â
The door opened with a creaking sound.
On the other side was that man âââ my father.
He was slumped on the couch; his hair and clothes were a mess. There was a short table in front of him and several liquor bottles lying at his feet.
âOh, Louise, youâre finally here. I got tired of waiting for you. âââ Hey, sit her down on that chair over there.â
My hands and feet remained tied as I was thrown into the chair across from the man.
âHmm. What a mess,â my father said when the bald man left the room while looking at me as if he was running his tongue over me.
He must have drunk quite a lot since I could smell the alcohol on his breath even though he was far away.
I looked down since I was sickened by his rude gaze and the smell of alcohol.
âLook at me, Louise.â
âIâm not Louise, Iâm Ophelia.â
âOphelia? Oh, that.â
Father nodded as if he understood something.
âYou mean your daughter. I gave her to that manâs son since he paid a lot for her. There were other buyers, but that manâs son paid the most. Arenât you glad that your daughter and the son of the man you love are together? Theyâre half-siblings, but that doesnât matter and youâre happy right? Well, I heard that manâs son loves his handicap cousin, so that girl is probably living a lonely life in the corner of that mansion right now.â
I raised my face and stared at my father, who was chuckling.
I wonder who the man my mother loved was.
Who are half-siblings?
Is he so drunk that he canât tell the difference between fantasy and reality?
âItâs all because of your bad behaviour. Itâs your fault that she was forced to marry her blood brother and that sheâs unhappy.â
âWhat are you talking about? My mother loved you. Iâm your daughter âââ.â
âShut up!â
It was a miracle that I was able to avoid the flying liquor bottle.
I saw the man grab the liquor bottle on the table and quickly ducked down.
The liquor bottle flew through the air with such force that it shattered with a loud clang when it hit the floor.
âYour mother loved that man! Your mother, Loiuse, didnât disregard that man! I came to her every day and paid her a lot of money, but she always gave me a cold stare and looked down on me, and then she gave birth to that manâs kid!â The man shouted like he was a child who was throwing a tantrum, then he limped onto the couch, probably from running out of breath from speaking so much.
â⦠Arenât I your daughterâ¦?â
âYou? My daughter?â
A loud laugh echoed through the heavy air in the room.
âDonât be ridiculous! Iâve never slept with Louise! I paid her a lot of money and yet Iâve never slept with her!â
The man swung his thick arms and swept away all the liquor bottles on the table.
The sounds of the shattering glass sounded like a scream.
âYouâre that manâs, Ernstâs, daughter. You can tell straight away from the colour of your eyes. Theyâre blue, an even darker blue than Louiseâs. Itâs an annoying colour, just like Ernstâs. They make me want to kill you.â
I couldnât breathe, and it wasnât because he said it made him want to kill me.
I couldnât breathe because the man in front of me just said something unbelievable as if it was nothing.
Ernst âââ.
That was the name of Orpheusâs adoptive father and my father-in-law.
The former Earl Rosenstein, Ernst Rainer von Rosenstein.
No way, this canât be true âââ.
âErnst-sama⦠is my⦠real father?â The voice I finally managed to squeeze out was trembling.
âWhy are you asking that now? You know. Sheâs your child.â
Ahâââ.
Iâm not this manâs daughter?
My real father, the man who my mother loved, was Ernst Rainer von Rosenstein.
The man who was smiling gently in the portrait.
I remembered what my mother had said to me before she passed away.
ãThat person, your father, he gave me so much love. The red roses are proof of his love. Of course, your mother also sincerely loved your father. I loved him more than anyone in the world.ã
The person who gave my mother red roses isnât this man, but Ernst-sama.
Am I happy or sad âââ or maybe what Iâm feeling is close to joy?
A number of unexplainable emotions passed through my chest and my heart tightened.
âBut it looks like she doesnât know. Ophelia believes that Iâm her father. Sheâs an idiot. Donât you think so, Louise?â
I thought that the man, who was drunk and kept mixing me up with my mother, was eerie.
Iâm not Louise, Iâm Ophelia.
However, I hesitated to point that out because of the eerie and disturbing look in his eyes.
If I provoke him, then he might throw a tantrum and throw a liquor bottle at me again like he had done earlier.
âItâs not working.â
A chill ran down my spine as the man gave me an affection look with a gentle smile which was the opposite of what he had said.
âI tried so hard to forget you, so I sold off your daughter who looks just like you, so I donât have to remember you, but itâs not working. You always torment me. You criticise me with your cold eyes.â
The man held his head as he hung it down and repeated resentfully, âItâs not working.â
âI was going to get you this time. Thatâs why I paid a lot of money to hire those guys and had you kidnapped⦠I knew when I saw you again. I knew that youâll never be mine. You wonât sympathise with me. Just like that time.â
Itâs too late, I thought.
I didnât need to provoke him. This man is losing his mind.
I need to escape âââ.
My life will be in danger if I donât.
This man is hopeless.
Heâs completely insane.
I donât know what he will do to me if I stay here.
I thought, but my hands and feet were tied, and I was in no condition to escape.
The more I struggled, the more the rope cut into me, blocking my movements.
I could only gasp and freeze as the man stood up and staggered a little closer to me.
âIf youâre not going to be mine and if youâre just going to torment me, then die. Die along with your daughter and let me go!â
I could avoid a liquor bottle, but it was impossible to avoid the big fat man.
He jumped at me and flipped the chair I was sitting on.
âGahâ¦!â
I barely avoided him hitting my head, but the moment I tried to get up, he strangled me.
My mind went completely blank.
I tried to resist with my tied up hands and legs, but his hold on my neck didnât loosen at all.
âDIE!â
My heart pounded.
My ears were ringing.
I couldnât breathe and couldnât stand the pain.
Is this where Iâm going to die âââ?
A high-pitched shrill sounded just after my vision turned bright red.
Something fluttered and the arms that were strangling me disappeared.
His large body seemed to have collapsed and a pale girl with curly chestnut hair appeared.
I coughed while feeling confused, and Victoria pushed the man on top of me with both hands as hard as she could.
âAre you alright?!â
She pulled my arm to help me up and said, âHold on, Iâll untie you now!â Then, she looked around the room and picked up the sharpest fragment she could find.
She then began to rub it against the ropes binding my legs in an attempt to cut it.
Iâm savedâââ?
I finally understood what had happened.
Victoria had struck the man on the head with a vase or something, causing him to faint.
I knew that she acted daringly sometimes, but I never expected her to go this far. I could only marvel at her actions.
âVictoria, why are you hereâ¦?â
âI brought you some food, but you werenât there, so I knew he had taken you somewhere and looked around for you. Then, I heard voices coming from this room and when I peeked in, I saw that you were being strangled and I knew I had to help.â
Thanks to Victoriaâs efforts, the ropes around my legs were cut and my restraints were released.
The rope had been tied so tightly that they left red marks on my skin.
âOkay, now your arms. Wait, this is hard to cut, so Iâll get something else to cut it with âââ.â
At that moment, the man who had fainted, slowly got up.
âRun away!â
But the man was faster.
Before I knew it, he had stood up and was swinging his arms around like a log.
âYou bitch!â
âKya?!â
She screamed and her petite body was blown away.
âVictoria!â
The floor was littered with pottery shards.
Sheâll be covered in blood if she falls on top of that.
My body moved on my own the moment I thought that.
I caught Victoria and rolled onto the floor.
Several shards wedged into my back, and it felt painful and hot, but I somehow managed to swallow my scream.
It hurt like hell, but the pain wasnât unbearable.
More importantlyâ¦
âMove aside! Donât get in my way!â
The man had completely lost his mind. He grabbed Victoriaâs curly hair as she laid there unconscious, dragged her with all his might and took out his anger on her by kicking her on the back.
âStop!â Blood rushed to my head at his poor treatment towards her and I forgot myself and screamed.
âWhat are you doing?! Victoria is your daughter!â
âShut up! I donât care about her!â
I recalled her blue eyes stained with sadness.
ãYou, my mother, and I were only pawns for his revenge. ã
She looked as if she was hurting and in pain.
I looked like her in the past âââ.
â⦠Iâll never forgive you.â
This man isnât my father.
Yet, he tricked me and brought me here. Then he tyrannised me.
He hurt Victoria to get revenge.
I wonât forgive him âââ.
I quickly picked up a shard with my tied up hands and covered them with my fingers so that he wouldnât see it.
The man jumped at me again and pushed me down. He strangled me again, but I never let go of the shard.
I limped and my consciousness was fading away, but the moment the man let his guard down, I stabbed him with the shard.
I felt a soft, squishy sensation and splashes of blood.
A hair-rising scream resounded in the room, and the man fell back while holding his right eye.
Bright red blood spurted from between his fingers.
My mind spun with a mixture of regret for what Iâd done and excitement for having gone through with it.
âShit! Iâll kill you! Iâll kill you!â
The man was tenacious.
Even though he had lost his right eye, he didnât give in. He reached out to me and screamed that he would kill me.
I twisted my body and tried to escape, but he held onto my shoulders and finally grabbed my neck.
âDie!â
I was in despair since I couldnât hold on anymore, and then the door opened with a loud bang and footsteps rushed into the room.
âOphelia!â When the familiar voice called out my name, the giant body that was pinned on top of me flung away.
â⦠Huh?â
The one who appeared before the stunned me was a handsome young man with wavy black hair and deep blue eyes. He was holding a slender, silvery sword in one hand. And seeing him up close gave me goosebumps.
âOr⦠pheus.â
I thought a miracle had occurred.
Or maybe Iâm dreaming?
Unbelievable. It was Orpheus who had kicked that man away.
He looked down at the writhing man with the most chilling expression Iâd ever seen, one that seemed to lower the temperature of the room by a few degrees.
âYou sleazebag!â Orpheus said in a low voice. Then he sheathed his sword, crouched down beside me and put his arms around my back to help me up.
âAre you alright?â
I wanted to ask him why he was here, but the words wouldnât come out of my mouth.
Orpheus ââï¼ I finally called out his name.
âIâm sorry Iâm late.â
He hugged me so tight that I couldnât breathe. My body was wrapped up in warmth and I could smell the deep forest.
Ah, why âââ?
I was perplexed by the tears that had suddenly begun to flow.
I wasnât sad or afraid, so why were tears coming out of my eyes?
Why canât I stop crying when all I feel is a strange sense of elevation?
âOphelia, did you hurt your back⦠on the shards? Thereâs blood on your neck too.â
When Orpheus looked at my face, his handsome face quickly changed into a horrifying one.
I wanted to apologise to him as his handsome face twisted with anger. It looked far more terrifying than when a normal personâs face twisted in anger.
âUmm⦠I should have said this earlier, but your hands are stained with blood.â
âThatâs not what youâre supposed to say,â Orpheus said as he glared at the man who was lying on the floor.
He then picked me up carefully, so that he wouldnât touch the wound on my back. He didnât treat me roughly like the bald man. He touched me gently as if he was handling fragile goods âââ.
My heart leaped at the feelings of his arms wrapped around me. His white face was right in front of me as were his deep blue eyes.
My cheeks heated up even though we were in this situation.
âUm, Orpheusâ¦â
âDoes it hurt?â
âA⦠little. But I can handle this much.â
I tried to smile to reassure him, but his expression grew colder.
He walked to the man, who was facing upwards, with me still in his arms, looked down at him mercilessly and suddenly swung his leg.
I didnât even have time to ask him what he was going to do.
A crushing scream echoed in the room.
Orpheus slammed the sole of his foot mercilessly into the manâs flabby stomach.
âOrpheus?!â
The fat body jumped and writhed, but Orpheusâs anger didnât subside.
He moved his long legs and stopped on the manâs neck this time.
âHey, what are you âââ.â
âShall I kill you?â The words that Orpheus had whispered sweetly as if he was confessing his love gave me goosebumps.
His blue eyes that shone like jewels definitely had a murder in them.
âOrpheus, please wait.â
âItâs easy. I just have to put a little pressure into my legs. âââ What should I do? Should I kill him?â
âNo, you canât. Donât kill him,â as I answered him, I was horrified by my own cold-heartedness.
I didnât fear for this manâs life. I just didnât want to make Orpheus a murderer. I didnât want him to get his hands dirty.
Oh yeah, I stabbed a shard of the pottery into this manâs right eye âââ.
I intensely regretted that I had done such a terrible thing after having done it.
It was crazy to do something like that even though I was in danger and blood was rushing to my head.
Iâm still twisted.
âI see. Thatâs unfortunate,â Orpheus said while sounding really disappointed.
Orpheus brought his foot down to the manâs stomach once more, aiming for his vital point and knocking him out with ease.
I looked down at the completely flattened man with an indescribably complicated feeling.
âHey, Orpheus-kun. Can you stop leaving the small fries to me and rushing in by yourself?â
Claude appeared from behind the wide open door.
He was dressed simply in a white shirt and black pants and his hair was messy, but he carried a long sword at his waist.
Renee was dressed in a manly outfit behind him. Her long brown hair was tied in a ponytail and she carried a blood-soaked sword in her right hand.
âClaude and Renee. You two came tooâ¦â
Youâve come to save me âââ.
Iâm sure my eyes are red and swollen, but Claude smiled brightly like always, waved his hand and said, âHey, Phelia. Iâm sorry Iâm late. Are you hurt?â
â⦠She hurt her back and neck,â Orpheus answered.
Claudeâs smile faded. He walked over to me and stared at my back.
âItâs covered in blood. The wounds seem to be minor, but your back is all red. Did Lord Lagerfeld do this to you?â
âNo, I got hurt by some shards⦠Umm, Claude. Can you help Victoria up? The girl over there.â
Orpheus was only helping me. He wasnât paying any attention to my unconscious half-sister.
So, I asked Claude to help me. He gave me a brief reply, then went to pick up the limp and motionless Victoria.
âAlright. The Princess has been taken, so Iâll just have to put up with this.â
When I called his name fondly, he replied, âIâm just joking.â
âBy the way, whoâs this?â
âMy sister.â
âOh, you did say you had a sister. Hmmm. You two donât look alike at all.â
I didnât say it was because we werenât blood related.
Renee had quickly tied up the manâs arms and legs.
Just as she finished, three armed men came from behind the door and under Claudeâs orders, took the tied man away.
âNow then, we have to take care of the two princesses. Shall we move to another room?â