Chapter 21
Youngest Lady in Contract
âElisabeth is smarter than her peers. I tested it with Dalton a few days ago, and she has the knowledge of an 18 year-old. Sheâs good at playing musical instruments, and itâs special considering she was a princess.â
Victoire said, puffing his pride by himself.
âItâs really nice that a kid like her is my daughterâ¦.no, sheâs not my real daughter.â
Victoire came to his senses in amazement at his own thoughts.
Elisabeth is a cute and lovely child. The big, clear eyes and the sweet, cute voice that looked up always tickled my mind.
However, Elisabeth is a child who kept her mouth shut and smiled like a submissive doll. There was a clear assertiveness without causing trouble.
The more I knew about this child, the less I could understand why she was hated.
But thatâs it.
âOne day sheâll be a child that will be used to achieve its purpose.â
You shouldnât give your heart. (t/n: fyi, victoireâs talking to himself)
I was so immersed in the soft feelings that I felt for the first time in my barren life that I even thought nonsense, but I should not cross the line anymore.
âSheâs an orphan, but sheâs the blood of the Cabezo.â
Victoire has settled his mind.
âBeing nice to the child is just a minimum conscience for a child who will one day be sacrificed.â
***
âHow was your day, Your Grace? Iâve had a long day waiting for you.â
ââ¦..â
Upon returning home, Victoire entered the mansion, greeting Elisabeth. When Elisabeth came to the office, saying she had something to say, he sent her back. However, it was Victoire himself that was shaken even when he turned her away.
Elisabeth was only a very small and young child, and that made him extremely agitated.
âBut was it too much for a kid like her?â
She was already shunned by her parents once. If she had been ostracized by himself, she would have been irrevocably hurt.
âYour Grace, the investors earlierâ¦â
Victoire jumped out of his seat like he could not hear what his aide Harry was saying.
âYour Grace? Your Grace! Where are you going?â
Victoire ran frantically to the study.
âEliâ¦.!â
Victoire, who opened the door, was unable to speak. Among the tall books, Elisabeth was fast asleep. With a thick book in her arms as if it were a teddy bear.
âYour Grace, why are you hereâ¦â
âShh.â
Victoire sent out the following aide Harry and closed the study quietly. Victoire approached Elisabeth, wary of the sound of his footsteps.
The red sunset, which came through the long window of the study, shone on Elisabeth. The girl was like a little angel. The sound of breathing coming out of her mouth felt like it was not real.
âSheâs still so cute when sheâs asleep, she must have been incredibly lovely when she was a baby.â
The sleeping baby Elisabeth must have smelled like a fragrant baby.
Suddenly, Victoire felt sorry that he had not seen this child grow up.
I wish we had met earlier.
âWhat book were you reading?â
Victoire, who lowered his gaze, flinched.
ãNoble Families of the Empire: Focused on the Duke of Leschineã
âWhy is thisâ¦?
It was one of the books designated as forbidden books after the Duke of Leschine was disgraced and destroyed.
âDoes she know that we are the blood of Duke Leschine? That canât be true.â
The only people who knew that Count Daughtry was actually the blood of the Leschine family and his closest aides, including the Empireâs Marquis Dalton. This little girl could not have known the secret.
Victoire looked at other books piled up around him. ãThe Rise and Fall of a Familyã,ãThe History of the Empireã,ãThe Second Dukeã,ãThe Handbook of Aristocratsã, and so on. They were similar books.
âThese are similar kinds of books. I donât think Iâve seen it because Iâm only interested in the Leschine family. Are you interested in this field because you were a princess? Hmm. Maybe.â
Victoire nodded his head.
âBut for a 12-year-old, this is too difficult to read.â
What Dylan said made sense.
âElisabeth should play a little more than be in her study.â
Victoire thought he was just like a father who had a real young daughter.
âI have to stay away from this child.â
Even if I stay away from your body, you wonât leave my mind. Strangely enough, it keeps digging into my heart. I hope this childâs every step of the way is cared for and she grows up to be more upright, better, and happier.
***
From the next day on, Elisabeth was restricted from entering the study.
âYou mean she has to play for more than five hours a day to get to the study? What a fresh set of rules.â
Damon, who was sitting on the couch in the sitting room, said with a smile. Victoire glanced at his smiling son.
(V)Â âA kid has to be a kid.â
(Damon)Â âElisabeth is cute, but she is definitely a bit mature. Iâm good at everything, but Iâm not good at playing. Marian said that too. Itâs a pity to keep looking at me.â
Thatâs what Victoire is feeling, too.
âI think Marian has changed a bit, too, Father.â
âMarian is still loyal.â
âMarianâs loyalty is unquestioned. But these days, Marian is really worried about Elisabeth. When Elisabeth got lost in the woods with Dylan, she cried as if the sky had fallen down.â
âHmm.â
Marian was not simply Elisabethâs maid. She is the right-hand man of the Leschines, who was assigned to monitor Elisabeth.
âMarianâ¦â
âYouâll have to exclude her from Elisabethâs maids, right?â
âIâll make her a nanny for Elisabeth.â
âYes?â
Damon asked back in embarrassment.
âTo wash Elisabethâs identity more thoroughly, sheâll need a nanny who has raised her since she was a child.â
âItâs a concept that she couldnât eat or learn because she was poor.â
âBut sheâs a nobleman, so she should have a nanny.â
âFather, you know this is a little too much, right?â
Victoire glared at Damon.
âMarian came to our mansion holding Elisabeth, who is about to starve to death. It was windy and rainy that day. We accepted her because we thought it would be dangerous to leave it as it is.â (t/n: this is the made up story for eliâs adoption)
âI donât know if Elisabeth knows much about Fatherâs devotion.â
Damon said cynically.
âWhat are you talking about?â
Damon shrugged.
âShe was depressed because she was restricted from entering the study without knowing Fatherâs mind.â
Victoire has become serious. Elisabeth is depressed? He struggled to say.
âCall Marian to the drawing room.â
Marian, who was called in by Victoire, appeared in the drawing room. Her expression was cold.
âWhat did you call me for, Your Grace?â
âIs Elisabeth shocked by her restricted access to the study?â
The cold face of Marian was replaced by surprise.
âYour Grace knows that?â
âDamon told me.â
âI thought you wouldnât mind if you knew.â
âWhy did you think I would?â
âBecause sheâs not your real daughter.â
âThatâs a little⦠â
Victoire, who tried to say, âSheâs sad,â shut his mouth.
He should not have crossed the line. Elisabeth was not his daughter, but also a Cabezo, a child to be used. How many times has he vowed to stay away from the child?
âYour Grace. I dare say. Please be nicer to the young lady.â
But Marian shattered her pledge. This faithful servant who has never dared to go back from her masterâs words.
âYou canât keep her forever anyway. So please, until [that day].â
Marian meant it.
Victoire should have been angry. He had to scold her for becoming emotional in the face of revenge. Strangely, however, Victoire was not displeased. It was rather reassuring. It was reassuring that there was such a kind nanny beside Elisabeth.
âMarian.â
âYes, Your Grace.â
âI want you to be Elisabethâs nanny from now on.â
âYes? What do you mean?â
Marian asked with a puzzled look.
âNo matter how good Elisabeth is, sheâs still a nobleman. If she doesnât have a nanny who raised her since birth, it can be suspected by others.â
âAm I supposed to be young lady Elisabethâs nanny for a more perfect performance?â
When Victoire nodded, Marianâs face hardened.
âIf thatâs the case, there are many other employees who can act better.â
âI donât think anyone can take care of Elisabeth more sincerely than Mrs. Marian.â
âYes?â
Marianâs face, frozen by what Victoire said, melted like snow.
âIâm sure youâll be able to protect Elisabeth even more perfectly. Mrs. Marian is the right person for the role. Donât you think so?â
Victoire was still expressionless, but Marian felt that face somehow looked friendly.
âBut I donât know if I can.â
âThereâs no one like Mrs. Marian. Donât hesitate to accept it.â
âTha-thank you. Your Grace.â
Marian bowed her head with a thrilled face.
âBut where is Elisabeth now?â
âSheâs playing hard to get to the study. Sheâs still a little clumsy.â
Victoire rose from his seat. Marian, whose complexion was revealed, guided Victoire to Elisabeth.
Elisabeth was often hanging around in her own playground built in the garden. Next to the swing was a small fountain, and Elisabeth was circling around the fountain in a pink-colored horse.
Victoire gazed at the figure in the distance delightfully. But the smile was also brief, and Victoireâs expression darkened.
âWhy does she keep spinning?â
âYoung lady doesnât know how to play. She has never played before.â
Victoire looked at Elisabeth again. Elisabeth was riding enthusiastically on her horse. Her eyes were full of enthusiasm. Her cheeks were puffy and eager, but she was not enjoying the game, but was doing it like a task.
âHow do the damned Cabezos raise a child?â
His heart became heavy. I thought my emotions were dry, but I was angry at the thought of Elisabethâs past.
âIt may simply be that.â
The more I see her like that, the more I want to be nice to her. I want to see that kid smile. Maybe itâs simply because of the rage against the Cabezos.
âHey, what are you doing alone?â
Then suddenly Dylan appeared before Elisabeth.
âIâm playing. So I can go to the study room.â
âIf youâre playing then just play, why are you playing to go to the study? Is that fun to you?â
âUmm, more than you think?â
Elisabeth thought seriously and answered.
âYou must be having fun, though.â
Victoireâs face brightened a little while eavesdropping on the conversation between the two children.
âCome here. Iâll push the swing.â
Dylan hugged Elisabeth and sat her on the swing. Then he started pushing from behind.
âAh, ahh! Itâs too fast!â
âItâs alright. Youâre not going to fall.â
âItâs too high!â
Elisabeth was screaming and laughing like she was having fun. Victoire nodded as he watched Dylan wrap himself around Elisabeth with an aura to protect her from any possible injury.
âPretty good.â
Somehow he was pleased.
âYour Grace, arenât you going to visit the young lady?â
Marian asked. Victoire shook his head and went back into the mansion. He will continue to distance himself from Elisabeth. Donât fall too deep into that child.