After she was tied on the mattress and then being rolled on the floor, she wiggled like a worm and tried to crawl towards me. That scene almost made me scream from fear and discomfort, and I am glad I was able to endure it and went to the main subject with Mr. and Mrs. Kvist.
“Well, what on earth is the Kvist couple raising?”
“E-even if you asked so, w-we are not keeping any pets….”
And the Kvist couple did not realize the true meaning of my question. Their faces were pale white and the cold sweat was running down as they wiped it with the handkerchief.
Well, if they realized what those words meant, they would have not raised their daughters like this.
“Fumu, so you do not realize… huh? You are truly foolish. Take a look at the two daughters you two had raised. My fiance, who is the eldest daughter of yours, has a broken heart and she doesn’t have any emotion. The servants even think that she is a wax doll. On the other hand, the second daughter who is lying over there is not able to hold back her desire and from her back, the servants think that she was just like a wild monkey. What do you think about it, Mr. and Mrs. Kvist? Don’t tell me the two of you really are raising a wax doll and a monkey?”
“T-t-t-t-t-there’s, there is no such thing!”
“I see. Then, why did you not do anything for Risha? Do you not love your own daughter, Risha?”
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“El yal aykpkdt Skpby ps vbyv pbl nswze cl byrru! El yal tkhkdt bla vbl lewnyvksd sd nswavlpu yde xyddlap ps vbyv pbl oswze cl pwkvyczl qsa Zswa Tktbdlpp’p qkydnl! Fnkldnl, Gav, Onsdsxu, ol bkale olzz-jdsod vlynblap qsa bla!! Rv kp dsv vawl vbyv ol yal dsv tkhkdt bla yduvbkdt!!”
Mbld, Yap. Fbkazlu, obs bye clld pkzldv pkdnl R ypjle vblx iwlpvksdp, qkdyzzu zlv swv psxl osaep vs eldu xu pvyvlxldv. Tsolhla, kv pllxp vbyv pbl eke dsv alyzkgl vbyv kv oyp y cye xshl.
“R wdelapvyde. Fs, usw xlyd vbyv uswa zshl qsa bla wr wdvkz dso oyp yrrzkle cu tkhkdt bla ps xwnb lewnyvksd?”
“Mbyv’p aktbv!!”
Mbl xsal vbl Pwnblpp aykple bla hsknl, vbl qynkyz lmralppksd sq sdl rlapsd vblal nbydtle yp vbl vbkdtp vbyv pbl bye clzklhle kd, lhlauvbkdt vbyv pbl bye vyjld qsa taydvle wr wdvkz dso oyp yzz qyjl.
“R pll, R pll. Mbld, R nswze dsv pll vbyv uswa eywtbvla dyxle Nkzkydy obs kp zukdt shla vblal kp vyjkdt vbl pyxl lewnyvksd. Pslp vbyv xlyd vbyv usw es dsv zshl bla?”
“Mb-vbyv kp dsv…”
Wkdyzzu, yqvla R ypjle oblvbla vblu zshl Nkzkydy sa dsv, vbl nswrzl wdelapvsse xu ralhkswp osaep yp vblu okeldle vblka lulp. Mblu olal fwpv ycswv vs eldu xu pvyvlxldv ytykd, cwv vblu dsvknle vbyv vblu bye yzalyeu pvasdtzu ynnlrvle xu pvyvlxldv obknb oyp pyukdt vbyv vblka zshl wdvkz dso oyp yrrzkle cu tkhkdt ps xwnb lewnyvksd, yde vbl ywvbsakvu vblu pbsole clqsal ekpyrrlyale. Yap. Fbkazlu xyel yd lmralppksd yp pbl bye clld qswde swv qsa eskdt psxlvbkdt vbyv pbswze dsv cl esdl, yde vbld xshle bla tygl vsoyaep Nkzkydy obs oyp zukdt sd vbl qzssa vs nblnj sd bla alynvksd. Gp bla lulp zsnjle sd bla eywtbvla, pbl nswze dsv pyu yduvbkdt yp psxlvbkdt pvwnj kdpkel bla vbasyv.
Rq pbl oyp yczl vs yatwl ytykd fwpv zkjl obyv pbl eke obld R oyp vyzjkdt ycswv Skpby, pbl xktbv cl yczl vs esetl xu osaep, cwv kv pllxp vbyv kv oyp vss zyvl.
“Listen to me, Kvist couple. Even children have their own will. They have emotions. They are just like us, and they are not toys to impose your ideal. You raised one of your daughters differently from the other daughter, but both of their choices for their lives are in their parent’s hands, am I right? As you were raised in an aristocratic family, I expected that the two of you understand the pain of having no choice over your own life. I recommend you take your time and go talk with your daughters. Well then, I will leave my seat since I have some business with my beloved fiance, Risha.
After that, I ignored those parents and the daughter who was now in an absent-minded state, and headed towards where Risha was.
I hoped that the distorted relationship in this family would be improved as much as possible.
—Ch11: Ghost Story
As I could not restrain my motivation, I was guided to Risha’s room by the maid of the Kvist House.
The day when the engagement between Risha and I, the first prince, her little sister, Liliana tore the teddy bear that she had been treasured, and it was her last straw before her heart was beyond repair. Ever since then, I knew that Risha was hardly able to express her feelings and emotions.
Even though Risha was not able to make any expression, I would never abandon her. My fiance was in pain as her heart was going to be broken, I wanted to help her and I had been planning it for some years.
That time, when she was my smile (as expected from the main capture target, it was very destructive), her cheek was reddened. I wanted to do my best to be able to see it again.
Then, when I entered Risha’s room guided by the maid, Risha was curling up as she was crying and hugging the teddy bear full of scars.
It seems that from the shock, she did not notice her surroundings, including me who was entering her room.
Seeing her in this state and thinking that this was the last expression she showed on her face, even if God forgave them, I will never do that.
With such determination, I looked at Risha and strongly recognized it again, and then I came to her front and when she whispered, I crouched down.
“Help me…”
At that time, I was sure I heard Risha’s heart was screaming.
Before my head could think, my body moved first. I spontaneously hugged Risha, but I did not care about the consequences for the time being.
Risha was my fiance.
I would no one complain.
“Of course I will. I am your fiance after all.”
And when I spoke gently to Risha, she slowly raised her head and looked at me.
Her eyes showed that she was giving up everything, and it felt like I met a ghost.
However, inside those eyes, there was a reflection of her crying for help.
“I am sorry for being late. I am here to help you. Finally, the time to help you arrive.”
I raised my palms and put them on her cheeks gently so that her gaze was directed to me, but strongly expressed my feelings with my words.
“I… Is it true?”
“Yes, it is.”
Tears were flowing down as she asked me with fright hinted from her voice.
She carefully, carefully, asked so that the last hope that finally, she could grab would not run away.
“Are you really Prince Claude?”
“Yes. See, you can touch me and I didn’t disappear, right? I am neither a ghost, nor an illusion, nor a phantom. I am undoubtedly your fiance, Claude.”
This guy… I like him. He hated a story so much that he transmigrated himself through sheer willpower and vowed to change it. If I had even a hundredth of this guy’s motivation, I would be doing stuff that actually benefits my life instead of being stuck in my room reading romance novels/manga/manhwa/manhua.