To Those Who Wish For My Destruction - Chapter 4

Leoni Heidegger has returned to the past after a miserable life of 32 years. Like a sheet of music with a recoil sign, her stepmother and sister showed up again at her mother’s funeral.

 

“That’s right. It has to be exactly the same. Only then I’ll give it back to you.”

 

The memories of the past came back to life.

 

It was a very strange past life.

 

She lived a lonely life among her stepmother and half-sisters. It was even more miserable because not only did she not develop any different abilities, but she also did not have the qualities to be tested. Gideon said she was fortunate to have a pretty face, and with that, he made her an arranged marriage.

 

Leoni’s first husband was Crown Prince, and he was a very warm man. But happiness lasted exactly one year and he was assassinated.

 

Before her grief left her, Leoni was sold again. Her second husband was not a nice man, but he took very good care of her. She also had a son with him. However, her second happiness came to an end when her husband and child went missing. Her heart was broken when she lost her child.

 

 

Leoni had to face a tragic parting every time she had a loved one. Before the old wound could heal, she would get a new wound.

 

Living as an empty shell, Leoni was sold once again.The other party was the 8th prince. It was a wedding to insult him, a prince without power, and Leoni’s situation became more miserable.

 

When she gave up that there was no more bottom to fall to, God had mercy on her. As soon as she bore the child of the prince, she gained her ability. The child reattached Leoni’s shattered heart, growing in her belly.

 

Feeling the presence, Leoni felt herself alive for the first time. Recalling the faces of those who had died before, she realized how important they were, and decided that she would protect this child alone.

 

However, with enemies on all sides, her husband went off to war with no chance of winning. The power that appeared later was also very weak.

 

‘Well, even if my husband was here, would he protect me and the baby?’

 

The man Leoni married for the third time was a husband only in name. Like her father, Gideon, forced married by external pressure, the man did not like her.

 

 

He always avoided Leoni, even though they had only spoken to each other a handful of times, and it was all about keeping up the appearance.

 

Leoni hid her ability thoroughly. Because having a weak power with no shield was the same as having a bomb.

 

However, a problem arose when she was about to give birth. She was trapped in prison by her political enemies who were constantly trying to kill her. Her husband, who had gone off to war, it was unknown if he was alive or dead, and her father, Gideon, ignored her. The Bengler, who was on her side, has long since been annihilated.

 

It was like wandering the ocean in a small boat with holes in it.

 

She whispered to the child as she swept her swollen belly in the prison cell.

 

‘I’m sorry, baby. Your mother is bad……’

 

As Leoni did so, the child kicked her belly, as if to comfort her.

 

Feeling the beat, Leoni used the hem of her skirt as a canvas, her fingers instead of brushes.

 

She painted with the blood from her pricked finger. When the blood stopped, she bit it again and painted a detailed picture of the bedroom in the Duke Heidegger’s house where she spent her childhood. It was not a leisurely prenatal education, but a struggle to survive.

 

Then one day, Osmo sneaked in.

 

“The situation is not good. I’ll help you escape.”

 

“Did my father send you?”

 

Osmo shook his head with a somber expression. Large tears flowed down on Leoni’s cheeks. It was pathetic to expect something impossible.

 

“You will fail.”

 

“No, Count Stein Mickelson has made a direct move, and it will succeed. Please wait a while.”

 

The resolute, wide-eyed Osmo gave her hope.

 

However, later it was her half sister, Sherring, who appeared.

 

“Hello, sister.”

 

The guards, who were with Sherring, threw something that looked like a ball in front of Leoni. It was Osmo, who rolled over and landed in front of the prison door, squirming in pain.

 

Leoni covered her mouth with both hands, but a scream escaped through her fingers.

 

“Do you want to hear the good news?”

 

Sherring smiled broadly at Leoni, who was shivering.

 

“Your husband turned everything upside down.”

 

“What?”

 

“He’ll be emperor soon.”

 

“Is it true?”

 

Sherring grabbed the bars and said,

 

“Do you think I have time to come here and talk nonsense? You thought he was dead, but it was all strategy. In just three days, the Eighth Prince swept away his brothers and took over everything.”

 

Surprise, chaos, and hope passed over Leoni’s face one after another.

 

“So sister must die now.”

 

“Oh…Please don’t do this, Sherring.”

 

“My father helped him in his rebellion. In return, the prince will make me Empress. You don’t think that a whore like you, who has changed men three times, can rise to that exalted position, do you?”

 

“But I’m carrying his child. He’s royalty!”

 

Haha. Sherring laughed devilishly.

 

“What’s the point of giving birth? It’ll be painful for him to live under such a lowly mother.”

 

Leoni sank down, clutching her belly at the bitter criticism.

 

“Isn’t this interesting? I’ll you just like my mother killed Paola. Oh, and the life in your belly is an added bonus?” Sherring said.

 

“What? What are you talking about!”

 

Sherring stepped closer with a smile and whispered quietly.

 

“Oh my, you really didn’t know? Tsk, tsk. You’re stupid. Maybe that’s why you’re in jail before the baby is even born.”

 

Leoni  burst into tears.

 

“Oh, you’re not human. You are worse than animals!”

 

“Huh, if I’m not a person or a beast, do I look like a monster? Take a good look at me. You’re the one who made me like this. You were weak and stupid and only occupied the good seats.”

 

The smile slowly faded from Sherring’s face as she shouted sternly.

 

“It’s all your fault that I became a monster!”

 

Sherring stared at Leoni for a moment, then turned away. As her laughter gradually faded away, a guard approached.

 

He was nervous and had a sharp sword in his hand.

 

“Please don’t hate me. I don’t like it either.”

 

He put the key in the prison door with a stiff look on his face. Looking at the guard’s shaking hands, Leoni instinctively realized what it meant.

 

Creak. Creak.

 

The sound of the door opening was like a funeral hymn.

 

It seemed to be mocking her, who had no power but was descended from the royal family. Seeing the guard approaching with murderous intent, Leoni crawled across the floor and retreated to a corner.

 

“Oh, no. Please don’t do this!”

 

But it was useless.

 

Seeing the hand holding the sword high in the air, Leoni hurriedly asked the child in her belly.

 

“Do you want to come with me, child? Your mother will give you a new world.”

 

Then thump, the child kicked her belly.

 

Just before the blade fell on her neck, cutting through the void, Leoni gathered everything she had to express her ability.

 

Her ability, which belatedly developed, was the ability to travel through time and space through paintings. Her ability was the talent she had since she was young.

 

The painting that Leoni had drawn on the hem of her skirt in blood began to glow brightly. The guard sank to the floor as Leoni was slowly being sucked into the painting.

 

At that moment, someone rushed into the prison.

 

“Neoni!”

 

It was her husband, the only person who pronounced “Neoni” in a strangely poor way. A man who collaborated with her father, Gideon, to commit treason, and in return for sitting on the throne, he would make her half sister Empress.

 

“Are you here to kill me too?”

 

Leoni turned her tearful face away from him and went into the painting.

 

And when she opened her eyes, she was ten years old.

 

“Baby.”

 

Leoni slowly slumped down and stared at her belly. There was no sign of bulging like when she was in prison. Returning to the small body of a ten year old child, she hugged her flat stomach and burst into tears.

 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

 

Leoni cried the entire day, until the sunset faded and the moon parted the black night sky, and the night dawned.

 

But for her mother, tears were a luxury.

 

” I will see you again. I will find you, just wait a little while.”

 

Leoni rekindled her tattered soul. Her precious first child, Emil, and the child in her belly she could not name, must be wandering somewhere in this world.

 

“I will repay them equally for my destruction and protect the people I love.”

 

With determination in her heart, Leoni left her bedroom, a completely different person than she was before the horse riding accident.

 

***

 

Returning to the past, Leoni moved stealthily without any delay.

 

As soon as she woke up, she whispered her revenge in her mother, Paola’s bed, and immediately visited the shop run by Count Stein Mickelson.

 

She couldn’t completely trust Count Mickelson, who was in charge of the dirty work in the empire, but she decided that he could come in handy, at least for a while.

 

Next, Leoni met with the Emperor at the Imperial Library to reveal her unusual ability and propose a deal.

 

And today, she finally took out the gift she had prepared. Unaware of this, Gideon ordered Leoni in front of the mourners.

 

“Show respect to your stepmother and sister.”

 

Sherring said in a cheerful voice.

 

“Father, is that my sister?”

 

“Yes, she is.”

 

“Tsk, no.”

 

“Oh Sherring. I’m sorry, but sometimes you have to do unpleasant things to become a great aristocrat.”

 

“All right.”

 

Sherring stepped down from Gideon’s arms and moved closer to Leoni. The child lightly grabbed the hem of her fancy golden dress and nodded lightly.

 

“How are you?”

 

Everyone held their breaths and watched Leoni’s reaction. But she just looked at her half sister silently.

 

“Hmm, it’s annoying to share my father’s love, but I can’t help it. I will accept you as my family.”

 

The little girl acted as if she was a master giving charity to a servant. Her silver hair, green eyes, and cocky attitude, just like Gideon, made Leoni think of Paola for a while.

 

‘I wonder if my mother felt this way every time she looked into my eyes.’

 

Gathering her thoughts, Leoni spoke plainly. Her tone was precocious, as if an older sister was teaching her younger sister.

 

“I wish I could be happy that I had a sister, but first I have to clarify a few things.”

 

Leoni looked at Count Stein Mickelson, who was touching the brim of his hat behind Leoni’s grandfather, and then at the chief chamberlain, who had a serious expression on his face.

 

Finally, after the regression, she pulled out the bill she had been working so hard to prepare. Leoni’s voice resonated in the reception room as she stood, her small body straightening.

 

“I cannot accept a murderer as my family.”