“I told you not to go out because the balcony is dangerous.”
Dylan’s voice was cold.
‘Why does he only show up when I’m on the balcony?’
“If you fall down out here, you might die. Don’t you know how small and weak you are?”
Dylan grabbed Emilie’s arm and came into the room.
Emilie’s arms, held under his palm, were so thin that Dylan’s forehead was crumpled.
(Dy) Too weak. If something goes wrong, she might break.
The father of such a child…
“Why are you doing this when you hate me?”
Dylan turned his head to Emilie’s defiant voice.
“What do you mean?”
“Why do you keep telling me not to go out to the balcony when you tell me to piss off?”
“It’s dangerous.”
“If I just fall out of the balcony, won’t I disappear from your sight?”
Dylan was bewildered by Emilie’s bold and straightforward remarks.
“That’s not what I meant!”
Dylan raised his voice frustratedly. When Emilie flinched, Dylan had a ‘Darn it!’ look on his face.
“I’m sorry for yelling at you.”
“It’s okay. I’ve always been told to piss off, so I don’t mind this much.”
“……Are you sure you’re okay?”
“No.” Emilie said in a dead voice.
“I told you to get out of here…..phew.”
Dylan didn’t know what to do, so disheveled his hair out of control. His blue hair flowed down like the sea.
A moment later, he said with determined eyes:
“Victoire and Damon are trying to take advantage of you.”
Unlike Dylan, who speaks with great determination, Emilie was not shaken at all.
I knew. That they kept me for whatever reason as I have a purpose. Unless I was an idiot, I wouldn’t notice that.
‘If you’re trying to kick me out with these words, you’re mistaken.’
But with the next words that followed, even Emilie could not help but swallow her surprised breath.
“Victoire is not Count Daughtry.”
“What?”
“We’re bloodlines of the Duke of Leschine.”
Dylan’s loud voice became like a stone and hit Emilie’s head with a ‘wham!’
‘Are you trying to get rid of me with that nonsense?’
Emilie’s eyes shook like waves.
The Duke of Leschine was already exiled decades ago for treason.
‘It was our Duke of Cabezo who revealed the fact that the Duke of Leschine had attempted treason.’
Unlike the aristocratic and arrogant Duke of Cabezo, the Duke of Leschine was highly respected. He was the first to open a food warehouse to people during the famine and not leave anybody in times of national crisis.
The news of the treason of the Duke of Leschine surprised many people, aristocrats and ordinary people. Even now, few people even believed that it was a set-up made by the Duke of Cabezo.
But these people are the blood of the Duke of Leshchine.
“How can I believe that?”
“You’ve probably seen it, too. The [Heart of Olga].”
Dylan’s remark made Emilie feel chilly at that moment.
[Heart of Olga]. It was a name that Emilie heard before her death in her previous life. The treasure and power of the family to be restored someday.
The [Heart of Olga] was the continent’s best magic stone that governs life and death. It was literally made from the heart of Olga, an ancient wizard. But the [Heart of Olga] was split in half and lost its power, and the Duke of Cabezo and the Duke of Leschine kept half each.
What the Duke of Cabezo had was called [Trikol] and what the Duke of Leschine had was called [Trium.]
‘But [Trium] disappeared along with the fall of the Duke of Leschine.’
Dylan spoke more confidently when he realized Emilie was agitated.
“Trikol and Trium are originally one. So when the full moon comes up, they cry for their other half.”
Emilie opened her mouth in surprise.
It was a fact that no one would have known it unless they had seen the [Heart of Olga]. It’s a secret story.
Emilie had heard the cry of [Trikol] in the basement when she ran out of the room in a nightmare as a child.
‘It was a creepy sound. Dylan heard that terrible sound too? How?’
Dylan grinned as he read the question in Emilie’s eyes.
“Because [Trium] is in our house.”
Emilie looked at Dylan without a word. Her mouth was open, but no sound came out of her throat.
‘You might have heard rumors somewhere. Or maybe it’s the swindlers who got [Trium]. No, that’s not what’s important anyway!’
Emilie finally opened her mouth.
“The reason you kidnapped me is because you want to kill me and get revenge on my family?”
The Duke of Leschine was exterminated because of the Duke of Cabezo, so it would make sense that they kept Emilie for revenge.
Dylan laughed it off.
“No way. How can a fool take revenge on a hated child?”
Dylan hit the nail on the head. Emilie spaced out as if she had been hit.
“You’re disappointed that you won’t be killed?”
“That’s not it, but….why did you bring a child who’s not loved?”
“Even if you disappear, the Duke of Cabezo will not find you.”
“…..”
Emilie felt a sharp thorn piercing her chest.
‘I thought of that, but…but still I was slightly expecting it…’
Emilie asked in a quivering voice:
“Is my father….looking for me?”
“In the beginning, they did. But they quit in two days. And then officially announced that you were dead.”
“….!”
Shocked, Emilie stumbled. Dylan was surprised then hurriedly assisted Emilie.
“Emilie, can you stand?”
“Ah, no. I’m so dizzy.”
Dylan, who turned pale, held Emilie and sat her on the sofa. Emilie’s chest tightened, she breathed in and out and repeated.
It was dark in front of me.
It was much more shocking than when Dylan said he was the blood of the Leschine family, or when he spoke of the [Heart of Olga.]
‘Yes, that’s right. My father is that kind of person. In my previous life, you poisoned me with your own hands.’
I understood it through my head, but I couldn’t stop my eyes from getting red.
Emilie was only twelve years old. But ever since she was 12 years old, his father had been wanting Emilie to die.
‘I didn’t know that, and I… was struggling to receive my father’s love until I died at 18.’
I’m his daughter too… and I’m also my father’s child…..
Emilie’s round cheeks trembled. Dylan’s head had gone cold. Emilie’s complexion became pale, her small hands turned blue.
He’s never seen a child so distressed.
(Dy) ‘Why don’t you curse and get angry? Why are you grieving alone and not cursing them?’
It was sad that the little girl, who seemed to be hugging him, was piling up all the sorrow inside her. Emilie’s eyes were filled with tears.
“Are you crying?”
“Ah, no.”
Emilie turned her head to hide her flushed face. Dylan looked quietly at the little girl who was holding back her tears.
(Dy) ‘You can cry in times like this…’
The boy wrinkled his eyes.
(Dy) ‘I shouldn’t have said that.’
It was for this child’s sake, but it was too much to handle. But soon Dylan made up his mind.
A young girl struggling to hide her tears from her small eyes.
Dylan knew what Victoire was up to for this girl. He didn’t want to see this child’s blood.
For that, he had to be more harsh.
After a long time, Emilie, whose eyes became as red as that of a rabbit, looked up at Dylan.
“Don’t tell me to go home now.”
She was speaking in a determined manner, but her eyes were soaked. Emilie seemed to think she didn’t have any luck at all.
Dylan answered deliberately, pretending he didn’t know.
“I’ll take you somewhere safe. This place is not safe.”
“…..”
Emilie didn’t answer.
Dylan said frustratedly:
“You idiot. Victoire, my father, just wants your blood.”
“My blood?”
Emilie, who asked back, soon realized the meaning behind that word.
<In order to make the Magic Stone into one again, you need the ‘chosen blood of two families.’>
In the early days of the Empire, the First Emperor took advantage of the division and ascended to the throne when the Leschine family and the Cabezo family fought to take the [Heart of Olga].
Then he tried to remove the [Heart of Olga], which had the power to threaten the throne. But the [Heart of Olga] was too powerful to get rid of.
Even if all the sorcerers of the Empire were mobilized, the only thing they could do was break them in half and seal its power.
Later, the Cabezos and Leschines acquired the [Heart of Olga] one by one. Then they tried every possible way to have a complete [Heart of Olga].
A wizard known as Olga’s descendant managed to find a way.
<In order to make the Magic Stone into one again, you need the ‘chosen blood of two families.’>
In other words, the whole of [Heart of Olga] can only be obtained by sacrificing the family member of the other family.
The Leschine family and Cabezo family, who are hostile to each other, have named the most important members of the other family to sacrifice.
It was a good thing for the emperor.
In the end, the [Heart of Olga] was a magic that could never be one.
‘The two families later conspired to point out the most useless figures in each family, but the Emperor secretly sent someone to assassinate them.’
Moreover, it was revealed that the two families were building a chance to betray each other, and ever since then, they have not held hands.
‘Then Victoire will point me out and kill me with his own hands.’
Emilie finally understood the suspicious behavior of these people. For them, Emilie was the most important ‘sacrifice’ of all.
“Victoire just wants to have a complete [Heart of Olga] using your blood.”
“……”
“He’s using you to get revenge on the Cabezo family by taking advantage of the power of the [Heart of Olga.] “
Emilie thought of Victoire, who was holding her in his arms. Emilie clung awkwardly and he gave her a warm pat on the back.
I think he smiled small.
“But all you want from me is blood?’
“Run away, Emilie. Let me help you.”
Dylan said desperately.
What should I do in this situation?
The answer was not difficult.
“I don’t know what you mean. It’s too hard.”
Emilie deliberately said stupidly like a child who knew nothing.
Dylan frowned, baffled.
“Dylan doesn’t want revenge?”
“I don’t want to use innocent children to take revenge.”
That’s why Dylan has told Emilie several times to get out of the house every time they meet.
Emilie was, in fact, strangely calm when she realized that.
It was so sad when my father didn’t find me, but now I’m cool-headed when I learned that Victoire wants my own blood.
“Emilie.”
Dylan sighed deeply.
“Now Victoire and Damon went looking for a way to enter you in the family register. They’ll be back tomorrow.”
“Enter in the family register?”
“Yes. They’re going to put you in as a formal daughter. Of course they’ll have your identity washed before you go in.”
“Why?”
If you need a sacrifice, you can kill them right now.
“[Trikol] is still in the Cabezo duchy. I need a way to keep you safe until I steal [Trikol].”
If you get your hands on [Trikol], then you will be pointed out as the receiving end of the Leschine family by the Duke of Cabezo.
And those who are pointed out are sacrificed.
This would be their plan.