She Is a Daughter Raised As the Son of a Duke - Chapter 6

She is a daughter raised as the son of a duke.

Episode 6

The news that I was about to be kicked out quickly spread throughout the duke’s mansion through the mouths of the servants.

The servants who didn’t like me very much laughed at me as if it was a success, and the servants who liked me were very sad.

Among them was a maid who wept as she hugged me so tightly that I couldn’t breathe.

“Joe, Joan, me, breath, choke…”

“Huuuong- Master is bad… How can our lady… Whoa.”

The maid holding me tight right now is Joan. Joan is the second most friendly maid after Ellen, a charming girl with freckles.

I choked and patted Joan on the back to let go. Then Joan hugged me even tighter.

“Huu, don’t pat me. Then it would be even sadder, uhhh-!”

No, it’s not patting. It’s tapping!

Tap, tap, tap!

I hit Joan on the back like a drummer, and Ellen, who was watching, pulled me out of Joan.

“Huh, huh…”

I gasped and was relieved. I almost suffocated unexpectedly.

I gave Ellen a look of gratitude. But that was the moment.

“Miss…”

Ellen, who had been looking at me pathetically, suddenly embraced me as tightly as I could breathe!

“Huh!”

“Miss, I don’t have the power to protect you… I’m sorry, huh.”

“I, please… let go…”

“Miss… Sobbing.”

I used my superhuman strength to get out of Ellen.

Huh… Huh.”

I was breathing heavily and fearing that they would hug me again. I jumped up on the bed and took a guarded position by the head.

Then Ellen and Joan lunged at me with their arms outstretched like zombies.

“Miss…!”

“Miss May…

“!”

I hurriedly got out of bed with a frightened face.

“Don’t, I don’t want to…! Don’t!”

I’m telling you, it’s a horror movie. Turns out I’m possessed in a zombie movie.

“My lady, come here… I will hug you.”

“Miss… ugh.”

Damn it! They don’t give up!

I ran around avoiding them.

After suffering for two hours, I was finally alone.

I headed to the quiet library, needing time to organize my future plans.

At the entrance to the library stood an escort knight with a sad face.

The moment I saw him, I had a bad feeling.

Persis is the only one who carries a knight in this house.

“Ha…”

I put my hand on my forehead and let out a sigh.

Why are you in the library now?

While I was doing that, the escort knight knelt down on one knee and greeted me in a chivalrous manner.

“Nice to meet you, Miss May. My name is Yohan Yudiph, the escort knight of the family head.”

Yohan knows me. It was understandable because it was the escort of Persis.

“Nice to meet you, Sir Yudiph.”

Yohan gave me a soft smile.

What a good-looking face. If he had voted for a good first impression, he would have won first place.

I looked at John’s likable face and turned to the library door.

By the way, Persis is in there, isn’t he?

“Can I go into the library?”

Yohan immediately moved out of the way without hesitation.

“Of course.”

“… Isn’t there a father in there?”

“Yes. He is inside.”

Can I go in there?

I narrowed my eyes and looked at Yohan suspiciously, but he only smiled at me, wondering what it was about.

I was thinking of going back, but I decided to just go in because there was no better place to organize my thoughts alone than here, away from the grieving Ellen and Joan.

You said I could go in, so I guess that’s fine.

“Then I’ll go in.”

“Have a good reading time, my lady.”

Nervous at the thought of running into Persis, I swallowed dryly and entered the library.

The library was large enough to fit dozens of bookshelves, and there were many books. They say that they open large windows to ventilate every day and clean at designated times, but there is no dust to be found.

It’s clean, quiet, and has a lot of interesting books.

So the library is my favorite place.

I walked into the library following the sunlight coming through the window. There was a long sofa, and Persis was lying on it.

I guess you’re taking a nap because you can’t even hear my footsteps.

I swore at him with my eyes.

It’s bad… I’m scared that I will die like the original, so I sleep comfortably alone, sleep comfortably.

I didn’t want to be the only one doing this, so I went closer with the thought of punching him in the forehead. Of course, I thought, but I didn’t really mean to hit him.

It’s scary, but how can I hit you…

When I got closer, I saw that Persis was sweating coldly with his brow wrinkled. He seemed to be having a nightmare.

I was familiar with his nightmares. A dream in which the Vinche abandons him. In the original story, he said that he had the same dream every time he could forget it.

This nightmare is no longer a nightmare after adopting Stella.

Stella does not use magic, but Persis completely forgets Vinche as he focuses on Stella, and in the process, he does not have nightmares.

Well, that’s for later. Now you’re being punished.

It was the time when I stuck out my tongue as if it was looking good.

Persis grabbed my arm.

“!”

I almost screamed in surprise for a moment.

Why is he grabbing my arm? Is he mad at me for sticking my tongue out?

He wasn’t sleeping, and he was starting to sweat because she was afraid she’d make him mad.

But that’s all. Just holding the arm. The eyes were still closed, and the middle of the forehead was wrinkled.

Huh? I think he’s sleeping…?

When nothing happened, I quietly tried to get out of his grasp.

However.

“… don’t go.”

“…?”

“Stay by my side.”

She failed because he didn’t let go.

I couldn’t stay like this, so I decided to wake him up.

“” Your Excellency.”

“…”

When he didn’t wake up at the call, she called him again.

“Your Excellency.”

“…”

Still, he showed no sign of waking up.

Should I shout louder?

I took a breath and shouted out loud enough to surprise Yohan outside.

“Dad!”

Only then did Persis open his eyes wide. He Just woke up from a nightmare, breathing heavily.

“Ha-ha-”

Soon he looked at me with eyes that seemed to ask why you were there. I showed him the gripped arm.

“I was surprised when you caught me all of a sudden. Let go.”

Persis’s eyes fell on my arm.

Perhaps he didn’t know he was holding it, his eyes trembled slightly before slowly releasing it.

His handprints were red on my white arm from how tightly he held me.

He raised his upper body and opened his mouth.

“… Why did you come in here?”

“I often come here to read books.”

Right now, I’m not here to read a book, but I’m here to escape. He looked at my arm again.

“How long have I been holding it?”

“From about a minute ago.”

“I guess you didn’t wake me up as soon as you were caught.”

“I was surprised for about 30 seconds and stiffened.”

“…”

However, looking at his expression, the time he was holding for 30 seconds or 30 minutes did not seem to matter.

He tapped his lips to see if there was anything he wanted to ask, but he spoke out after a long time.

“… I don’t talk in my sleep.”

He didn’t like that such a question came out of his noble mouth, but he had to know if he was funny while sleeping.

I answered truthfully.

“Don’t go, stay by my side, you said.”

“…”

And I hit the nail on the head.

“It’s my mom’s dream, isn’t it? You miss her, don’t you?

“No.”

He denied it without hesitation but knew it wasn’t me who read the original.

“It’s all right. It could happen.”

“I said no.”

“I miss my mom, too”.

In the original work, Vicnhe used to be described as the most beautiful woman in the empire. To the point that you want to see in real life how beautiful she is.

“… I’m not.”

He was firm, even though his tone was beginning to show irritation.

“Whether it’s true or not, nightmares will gradually disappear by next year.”

Next year, Persis will adopt Stella and forget Vinche.

“How can you be sure of that?”

Since I can never say that I read the original, I made a rough excuse.

“Is it a sense…? I have a good feeling about it.”

“…”

He seemed to have nothing more to say, so I bowed my head and tried to get out.

“Then I’ll be on my way.”

The moment, I turn my back and take a couple of steps.

“… give it up”

I heard his low voice. I stopped walking and looked back.

Looking back again, he seemed indifferent and resigned.

“No matter what you prove, you can’t be what I need you to be. So give up and go to an orphanage.”

My eyebrows furrowed before he could finish his sentence.

I was wondering what you were talking about, but you’re telling me to go to the orphanage again?

Does he know? That I could be adopted by a swindler if I go to an orphanage. I could be sold as a slave.  That I could be beaten to death by a noble lady.

Sadly, he cannot know. I hated him for saying that.

That’s why I hated him for recklessly talking about going to an orphanage.

‘I have to stay in this house at all costs.’

I tried to hide my teary expression and asked.

“If I had been a son rather than a daughter, would you have raised me?”