Chapter 4

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Betty smirked at me as she remained in father’s arms. What a nasty personality.

“I didn’t hit her.”

“You’re still saying that?!”

My father’s shout made me shudder. Still, I couldn’t admit to something I didn’t do. I clenched my trembling fists and glared at my father.

“I did not hit her.”

*slap!*

“Danna-sama.”

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Yu nblljp clnyxl dwxc yde bsv. Wsa psxl alypsd, R vbswtbv R blyae vbl xyke, obs pbswze byhl clld dlyacu, pnalyxkdt qasx qya yoyu.

“Fvsr kv, qyvbla. Rv’p xu qywzv. R xwpv byhl esdl psxlvbkdt oasdt vbyv xyel sdll-pyxy ydtau.”

Jlvvu vbld pvwnj blaplzq vs Wyvbla. Yu qyvbla pvasjle Jlvvu’p blye yde bwttle bla zshkdtzu. Mblal oyp zshl kd bkp lulp qsa vbkp rssa pkpvla obs oyp cwzzkle cu bla xlyd pkpvla.

“Pybzky, usw pbswze zlyad y ckv qasx Jlvvu. Ls xyvvla obyv usw es vs bla, pbl pvkzz pbsop usw jkdedlpp yde ulyadp qsa usw vs valyv bla yp bla pkpvla. Zsw dlle vs zlyad bso vs nsxrasxkpl.”

“…nsxrasxkpl. Ikdedlpp. Zsw oydv xl vs zlyad vbyv?”

R alrlyvle xu qyvbla’p osaep obkzl vswnbkdt xu psal nblljp. Mseyu, R zlyadle qsa vbl qkapv vkxl vbyv R esd’v qllz rykd obld psxlsdl bkvp xl byae. R eked’v zkjl rykd, ps vbyv’p y tsse vbkdt.

R pvyale pvayktbv yv xu qyvbla. Yu qyvbla qzkdnble pzktbvzu yv vbl zssj kd xu lulp, cwv R iwknjzu yqqkaxle xu osaep.

“R wdelapvyde.”

“Where are you going—”

I left my room and headed straight to Betty’s room.

“Kiyaa! What are you doing here, miss Dahlia?!”

Betty’s handmaid screamed at my actions. My father, Andrea, and Betty, who all followed me, were stunned. They probably didn’t expect I’d do what I did.

I, myself, didn’t expect that I would make such a mess out of someone’s room. I opened Betty’s closet and was surprised to see dresses a lot more than mine and looked better than those I had, but that didn’t stop me from pulling those all out and scattering them on the floor and on the bed.

“Waaaaa!”

Betty began to cry that echoed throughout the mansion. Perhaps because her understanding had finally caught up with my actions. So noisy.

“Dahlia, what are you doing?!”

Again, my father slapped me. This time, on the other cheek. The impact seemed to cut the inside of my mouth. It tasted like iron. I felt sick.

“Aren’t you the one who said I needed to learn how to compromise?”

“What?”

A stupefied face. A stupefied voice.

“I was only copying Betty’s behavior because Father told me to follow her example. She had the audacity to come into my room without my permission and rummage through my things. You can see the mess in my room.”

He didn’t seem to have paid much attention to it though, because he was distracted by the crying Betty. My father seemed to remember the state of my room from my words.

That was good. I’m glad he doesn’t have a poor memory.

“Her actions surprised me. But it’s just as what you would expect from a daughter of a mistress. Nonetheless, I have decided to forgive her actions, since it couldn’t be helped by someone who has the blood of a lowly commoner. Isn’t it kindness that I’m showing, Father?” 

My father glared at me in disgust. I, myself, know that the words that left my mouth were not good. But I have no intention of reflecting on it or withdrawing the words I said.

There’s no use crying over something already broken. You’re the one who broke it first, Father.

“You’re so mean… You’re so mean, Onee-sama! I didn’t do that! I didn’t make a mess out of your room like you did!”

You look so hurt as you say those words, Betty. But you know what? Your eyes are not even wet. You don’t have a tear rolling down your cheek. You can’t even cry properly. But you do have a pretty face. 

But what I took note of weren’t the faces of my enemies nor my allies, but of those servants who only looked out for themselves and their own interests.

“You call that kindness?”

“Yes, it was none other than Father who told me to imitate Betty’s kindness. But if it had been someone else’s kindness, it would have been much different.”

Betty and Andrea stared at me, as if I looked like a demon.

Betty, where did the poor little sister who got bullied by her older sister go? If you’re going to play your part, you have to do it til the end. Ahh. You have no talent for acting, so all you can do is act like an idiot.

Poor thing. I wonder just how far you’ll be able to go.

“You deliberately messed up your own room and blamed it on your sister. I’m afraid I won’t be able to forgive you this time. You’ve become so arrogant and impudent. I’ll send you to the Milene Convent so they could educate you.”

Milene Convent was famous for rehashing conceited and crooked aristocrats. I heard rumors that it was a very strict place. 

I looked at Andrea and Betty and saw them laughing in satisfaction. Father, who had his back turned to them, was oblivious to this. What a fool.

“If that’s what father wants.”

I bowed and left the room. I immediately ordered a maid to prepare for the journey. The maid looked at me distressingly, but followed my instructions without saying a word.

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