The Youngest Daughter of the Villainous Duke

“Y, yes… I, I heard he wanted to be friends.”

 

-You can’t do that. It’s a very dangerous thing.

 

Annebella said in a very serious manner.

 

-I can’t tell you in detail, but you shouldn’t get any closer to it.

 

I couldn’t help but ask at this point.

 

“…What is Kian?”

 

The ghosts suddenly shut their mouths this time.

 

Even Annebella took a moment, and soon whispered out in a very quiet voice.

 

-…We’ve all already been defeated once. So we can’t just mention him according to the contract. This is the rule of the dead, bound by magic in this world.

 

Annebella was sighing.

 

-He told us never to talk about him in front of the young lady. 

 

I felt a little stiff.

 

Do fairies usually do that?

 

In what way did you defeat the ghosts and tell them not to tell me about yourself?

 

Why the hell?

 

For now, I knew that Kian was not an ordinary fairy.

 

– But I can tell you one thing. Miss, please remember its eyes.

 

“Eyes…?”

 

Hearing that, every time the light touched, his black eyes littered with red.

 

-If you’re a girl who can always hear our voices, whether it’s allowed or not, you’ll definitely be able to see the “eyes”. That’s all I can tell you.

 

I looked away, but eventually Annebella stopped talking. 

 

The sweet aroma of the tart is still softly surrounding the room. And in the midst of the bright moonlight of the bluish night.

 

Suddenly, the door opened and someone came into the room.

 

“What are you doing at this hour?”

 

It was Henriette.

 

Perhaps he was not sleeping yet as he was dressed in the clothes he wore at dinner.

 

He scanned the room, then his eyes stopped, looking at me.

 

Henriette, who found me among the ghosts, became even scarier.

 

“What were you doing at this hour, bringing my daughter in?”

 

-M, my lord!

 

-I’m sorry, my lord!

 

The ghost servants were quite bewildered, and soon began to be disorderly.

 

I stood up from my seat and spoke out.

 

“D, don’t scold them. Everyone was just trying to welcome me.”

 

“It’s a thing that has to be done at the right time.”

 

Henriette made an impression.

 

“Why do you keep a child awake at dawn?”

 

Ennys said she has a consultation session once a day with Henriette as well as me.

 

The presence of parents is essential for the child’s mental healing, and apparently she was also worried because my parents were only Henriette.

 

Anyway, it seems that parents’ education under the guise of Ennys’ counseling has been done properly.

 

Thinking like that, I stopped Henriette, but now I can’t see where Annebella went.

 

Did she run away?

 

“Go back to your room, Rossette.”

 

The ghost servants who were scolded by Henriette looked depressed, but as I waved slightly toward them, everyone quickly brightened up.

 

I went back to my room holding Henriette’s hand.

 

Maybe because I was full, I started to fall asleep again and yawned.

 

I was a little disappointed with the raspberry tart I left behind. But Henriette was quick to notice.

 

“Tomorrow I’ll bring you a raspberry tart for dessert.”

 

“Yes, dad.”

 

I smiled broadly and waved Henriette’s hand back and forth slightly, and Henriette pulled a little slack from his arm.

 

Then suddenly, I remembered the story of ghosts earlier.

 

If, as they say, Kian really is a danger, Henriette, the owner of this castle, must not know him.

 

“Well, Dad.”

 

Henriette’s eyes turned right to me.

 

“By any chance, do you know Kian?”

 

“Kian?”

 

“Yes, a boy with short hair, black hair, black eyes, who glitters red in the light. It’s in the castle, and it’s a fairy.”

 

“…that kind of man is not in our castle.”

 

An unexpected answer came back.

 

I was wide-eyed and asked back if it was true, but Henriette, who stopped for a moment, suddenly took me in his arms.

 

“You’re sleepy, so you thought you saw something. There is no man of that name in this castle, Rossette.”

 

“R, really?”

 

“Yes.”

 

I don’t think either one would be the better answer, “imaginary friend” or “it doesn’t exist,” so I was a little disappointed when I heard his answer.

 

It wasn’t long before we arrived in front of my room.

 

“A boy stays in this castle, but he won’t run into you because he won’t come out of the room.”

 

Oh, this time, there’s a story that’s pretty close to the answer.

 

But if the boy was Kian, shouldn’t Henriette have noticed right away as soon as I explained his appearance?

 

So the boy and Kian are different people.

 

Feeling doubtful, Henriette opened the door and pulled the blanket up to my cheek as soon as he laid me on the bed.

 

“I still have work to do today, so I can’t put you to sleep in my room. I’ll see you again in the morning.”

 

Henriette said, without further questioning. I was too sleepy to ask any more questions anyway.

 

But isn’t Henriette, who seemed to be about to leave, looking down at me by my bed?

 

What’s wrong with him?

 

Looking up at him with sleepy eyes wide open, Henriette sighed and spoke for a long time.

 

“… a thank you.”

 

“What?”

 

“Didn’t I take you to your room?”

 

I didn’t understand what he was saying for a second. Why would you say the same thing that Kian said?

 

But I managed to recall what I did yesterday when Henriette took me to my room.

 

Do you want me to kiss you again?

 

Enduring that I almost laughed, I quickly raised my head toward Henriette, who was about to stretch out.

 

Then I kissed him on the cheek and lied down again. Henriette’s eyes got bigger.

 

“Thank you for taking me to my room, dad. Good night.”

 

Wouldn’t Ennys shed tears of happiness when she sees this situation?

 

As I yawned thinking so, I could see Henriette, holding his cheek that I kissed, stiffening.

 

I shook my hand slightly in front of his eyes but there was no movement.

 

“Are… are you okay?”

 

“…..I’m okay.”

 

He seemed not fine at all, but stood there with a blank face for a long time, and reached out his hand and patted my head.

 

Henriette’s face was full of smiles.

 

“Good night, Rossette.”

 

“Yes, yes. Good night. Dad.”

 

Henriette nodded indifferently, and as he turned around, he raised one hand and pressed near his heart. As he walked towards the door, I saw him staggering a little.

 

The unfamiliar touch seems to have caused his heart to strain. I definitely should seal the kiss.

 

Henriette, who seemed to be trying to leave the room, stood holding the door handle and looked back at me, ‘Is there anything that suddenly came to your mind?’

 

“Tomorrow, one more person will come to the castle.”

 

Oh, I’ve already heard that.

 

But Henriette was bringing up more details.

 

“My third child and your third brother. The teaching at the tower finished just in time. I’ve already told him your story, so he’ll make room for you when he get back tomorrow.”

 

Having said that, Henriette stepped outside. Boom. The door closed.

 

I laid there absentmindedly and recalled what Henriette had just told me.

 

The third child in this family. He’s called the ‘Crazy Dog’ Carlyx.

 

Henriette’s children were all well-suited to villains, but I remember that he particularly has a dirty personality. 

 

‘I, I’m gonna be okay, right?’

 

I pulled up the quilt further, trying to ignore the ominous feeling.

 

Henriette is definitely different from the original. I don’t know about my third brother.

 

And the existence of kian that I can’t even identify.

 

Holding on to the thought that was playing havoc with my mind, I managed to get back to sleep.

 

***

 

“So, like, ghosts play pretty songs for me! There were a lot of delicious things!… But I haven’t finished eating…”

 

“It must have been a shame. But you’ll still be able to eat more delicious desserts after breakfast.”

 

“Oh, great! Hehe, and I’m having a raspberry tart today?”

 

“Wow, it looks delicious! Lotty, you’re going to give Millie a bite, right?”

 

While I was alternately looking at Avelle and Camillean this morning, I nodded excitedly when Camillean asked.

 

Camillean shouted ‘I’m excited!’ and hugged me as I sat in the middle of them.

 

It was so itchy when he started pouring kisses on my cheek that I burst into laughter. Avelle smiled at us.

 

“The master is here.”

 

When the butler knocked on the door and opened it, the lively atmosphere in the table before breakfast quickly became silent.

 

As soon as Avelle and Camillean heard it, they shut their mouths.

 

When Henriette appeared in the dining room, there was even a cold silence inside.

 

“Good morning, Father.”

 

“F, Father. Good morning.”

 

I purposely raised my voice brightly between Avelle and Camillean, who greeted Henriette very briefly.

 

“Dad, good morning!”

 

“…Yes, did you have a good morning too? Rosette.”

 

Henriette only reacted a little then. He looked at his two sons and seemed to say something, but he just shut up.

 

The atmosphere remained the same until breakfast began and ended.

 

I couldn’t get used to this atmosphere at all.

 

Originally, Henriette was quiet, but now the air seemed to be frozen.

 

‘Should I do something?’

 

I’m a little worried, but a plate of dessert came out in front of me after breakfast.

 

My expression brightened up right away.

 

“Wow, raspberry tart!”

 

I guess Henriette remembered the promise he made to me.

 

For what it’s worth, I happily lifted a fork at the sight of the promised raspberry tart of victory.

 

But somehow the shape was a little wrinkled.

 

When I took a bite, it was sweet and delicious, but it tasted familiar and unfamiliar.

 

Is this….

 

“The master made it for you early in the morning.”

 

It wasn’t until I heard the butler sneakily add, that I understood the source of this strange taste. Oh, it was made by Henriette.

 

He’s been making my own desserts these days.

 

Maybe that’s why it tastes pretty good now, let alone the shape.

 

“What… did father do?”

 

Then Avelle asked next to him in a shocked voice.

 

He was so surprised so he kept silent that he rattled back a little to the chair.

 

In addition, Camillean is spilling the water he was drinking out of his mouth…

 

“Are you okay, brother Millie?”

 

“O, oops. No, th, this…”

 

It’s a mess but I’ll just keep eating raspberry tarts.

 

Henriette’s attitude was also rather nonchalant.

 

“There’s a threat of poisoning, so I’ve been working on a set of desserts lately.”

 

The brief explanation alone made the two brothers look confused enough.

 

They looked as if they were imagining Henriette cooking.

 

He has an apron on his body and a dough roller in his hand, but his specialty is cutting the aristocrats’ neck.

 

“…lotty, is that good?”

 

Nodding at Camillean’s question, I changed my mind a little.

 

First of all, aren’t these my family now?

 

There may be many opportunities to be together in the future, but I’m troubled if this atmosphere continues.

 

So why don’t I try to do something that will make Henriette get along with the two brothers?

 

At least give Avelle and Camillean a different image of Henriette. Like now.

 

I smiled broadly.

 

“Woong! It’s the most delicious thing in the world!”

 

My brothers are dazed again.

 

Henriette looked at me with satisfaction and somehow his lips were slightly quivering.

 

I did not miss this opportunity.

 

“Millie, you told me to give you a bite.”

 

“I, I did… but it’s better for Lotty to have it all.”

 

“Well, you want some?”

 

“… Little brother is fine. Lotty, eat a lot.”

 

Both seemed reluctant to know the taste of the tart.

 

Well, I tried. I began to eat the tart more deliciously.

 

As if I won’t give them a bite. It’s so delicious that I want to ask for more.

 

Camillean swallowed his saliva, perhaps because he was speechless, and Avelle had yet to respond.

 

But then, bad timing, someone knocked.

 

“Master, Youngest Master Carlyx has arrived.”

 

I stopped eating at the word. Avelle and Camillean’s eyes also shifted toward the door.

 

Henriette ordered his third child to be brought to the dining room and be served another meal.

 

‘A, are you here already?’

 

As servants began to move busily, I moved my fork a little slower.

 

As expected, I was so nervous.

 

I don’t think I was this nervous yesterday when I first met Avelle and Camillean.

 

But Avelle and Camillean were kind to me, unlike the characters in the original, so wouldn’t it be okay to look forward to their third brother, Carlyx?

 

‘Yes, His nickname in the original book is Crazy Dog, but if you’re seeing your sister only after seven years, you’ll welcome her like Avelle or Camillean!’

 

I was gaining a little confidence because my two older brothers were kinder than I thought.

 

A little later, the door of the dining room opened.

 

It was faster for Carlyx to arrive than for the meal to arrive.

 

“Long time no see, Father. And brothers.”

 

Light pink curly hair and sharp light green eyes.

 

The white face that suits him gave him the impression of a fairy, but he looks like a boy who you can’t talk easily with because of his sharp and feisty aura.

 

He was the third child in the family, Carlyx Etbelin Wensgrey.

 

Seeing his eyes gaze at me, I decided not to be too nervous, even though my shoulders stiffened.

 

I just wanted to smile brightly and say hello to you.

 

When I saw Carlyx frowning, I became stiff.

 

“What is this bean?”