Chapter 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.

‘There’s land outside the garden that hasn’t been repaired yet. There’s a steep slope there. The trees are so thick that they will not know who will fall and die.”

Emilie ran for it.

“Woof Woof!”

When Vel was about to bite Emilie, Emilie slipped down the slope.

“Ackk!”

The slipping body was scratched on the rough floor. Emilie clenched her teeth.

“Grrr…”

She could hear Vel crying above her. Vel looked down at Emilie and went somewhere else.

Emilie crouched under the slope.

“Miss Emilie! Where are you?”

The employees’ voices searching for Emilie were heard from above.

Emilie, in her previous life, heard that sound and clenched her teeth and crawled up the slope.

But the only thing waiting for Emilie, who was covered in wounds, was blame.

Her father, Duke Ferdinand Cabezo, shouted to his wounded 12-year-old daughter.

Emilie shut herself up in her room and cried. She  was so sad that her heart was going to get torn. It was too harsh for a 12-year-old girl.

‘This time, I will disappear as much as you like.’

Emilie in the present life didn’t want to cry again because of her father.

‘If I go out there, I can get out of the duchy.’

Emilie walked out of the duchy along the narrow path.

‘I’m going to take the carriage and go far away. I should go somewhere they don’t know and pretend to be an orphan. And let’s stay in the monastery until I become an adult.’

I brought my savings even though it was a small sum.

It was a trip to the monastery.

‘Then I’ll fall ill as is and die peacefully at eighteen. At least I’m not going to die by the hands of my own father.’

So Emilie didn’t change her cinnamon syrupy dress. She let Vel go after her then deliberately rolled on the slope.

It took her all day to get to where the carriage was to run away from people’s eyes.

‘It’s hard, but it’s a familiar road, so no problem.’

But I forgot for a moment that the moonlit road was too dangerous for a young girl to walk on alone. A black shadow appeared behind Emilie’s back.

“I see you’ve stolen precious clothes, I’ll send you to a good place if you behave.”

The robbers, who were loitering along the street, did not miss their prey. Emilie couldn’t escape.

‘Is this life ending this terrible again?’

I also shed tears at the thought of losing everything and facing a disastrous end. Not because I was afraid, but because of the false accusation.

“You look pretty crying, too. You’ll sell at a very high price.”

At that moment I thought it’s (her life) over.

“Take your hands off my daughter.”

The first voice came from the darkness.

Emilie looked at the men with her wet eyes. There were two handsome men with blue hair under the moonlight. (t/n: the promo didn’t highlight the blue hair.. sad)

“Is this girl the daughter you’re talking about?”

“Don’t you see (it)?”

The robbers looked alternately at Emilie and at the two men.

“I don’t know. You, rich guy, have blue hair, and this kid has blond hair. It’s totally different.”

“You have no eyes. You think that beauty is not hereditary?”

“What, what?”

The robbers were puzzled.

‘Who are those people? I don’t know them.’

It was the same for Emilie who was puzzled too. Even her tears went dry.

“No matter how much your family has, it’s ours as long as it’s in our hands. I can’t give it back for free.”

“What do you want?” Asked the man who introduced himself as Emilie’s ‘father’.

“I was originally going to sell her off as a maid. Of course, if we’re lucky, we could sell her more expensive elsewhere. Keuk keuk (sound of laughing).”

The robber’s voice became gloomy.

“So I’d like you to pay that price.”

“How much is ‘that price’? 100,000 derions? 200,000 derions?”

100,000 derrions were enough to buy the country’s finest mansion. The robbers were surprised by the shocking proposal and chatted among themselves.

Before she knew it, Emilie, whose tears were dry, looked at the men quietly. Then the young man who made eye contact with Emilie suddenly smiled.

‘You, you smiled?’

It was an incredibly friendly smile.

‘What’s wrong with him. Is he smiling at me?’

Emilie couldn’t believe that someone was smiling at her so sweetly. Even her biological father had never looked at Emilie like that.

“Give us 300,000 derions.” Said the robbers, who had been talking for a long time.

Emilie’s eyes widened.

‘Are you crazy?’

I remembered hearing that it took 300,000 derions to build the emperor’s new palace. It was a lot of money.

However, the men didn’t even blink.

“That’s good. That’s the fun of spending money.”

The man called ‘father’ took out a pouch and threw it in front of the robbers. The robbers pushed Emilie away and hurriedly opened the pouch.

“It’s really 300,000 derions!”

Emilie, who had fallen, gazed at the robbers, had no idea what to do. Then a warm hand was placed on Emilie’s shoulder. When she looked up, she was on the father’s side.

Then Emilie’s body suddenly floated up.

“Ah!”

The blue-eyed man hugged Emilie. Emilie unwittingly fell into the man’s arms.

‘It’s comfy.’

Emilie had never been hugged by her own father. However, the arms of the adult man, whom she was seeing for the first time, that embraced her were strangely comfortable.

“Have you seen enough money?” The young man asked the robbers.

“Of course. Hahaha. That was a good deal!”

“Use as much as you like on your way to hell.”

“Huh?”

Emilie, who was leaning in his arms, was shocked. Emilie’s eyes, with her head raised, were blindfolded by the man on the father’s side.

“Don’t look.”

Whoosh, the sound of a sword cutting through the air. The sound of cries and falls of robbers were heard one after another. It happened in a flash.

‘What happened? What did you do?’

The man turned around with Emilie in his arms.

“Father, let’s go.” Said the young man, putting the sword back into the sheath.

‘Did this man kill all the robbers?’

Emilie, who was trying to look back, was caught by the young man on her father’s side.

“You can’t look.”

The man climbed up the horse with Emilie in his arms. It was a light movement like walking on a cloud even when he climbed up with a girl.

The young man also got on the horse next to them. The young man smiled affectionately at the frightened young Emilie.

“Forget everything that’s ever happened. It’s all just a nightmare.”