This Time, I Became the Fiance of a Duke’s Daughter. But She is Rumored to have Bad Personality, and Ten Years Older

Jared and Johann, who were on the verge of a collision, were stopped by Olivier, who worried that they would hardly come back.

Jared couldn't stand Johann, who didn't have to be just Annette and looked like he was his father but tried to abandon his child. Annette did insist that she didn't know. But not the kids. I don't think I know what's going on. Then we should help.

No matter how much you think of Jared as your brother, you can't let a brother with a blood connection die.

Jared doesn't know what my father even thinks about the kids. But I just had a conversation with Annette - even if I was fed up with the attitude of not pleading guilty, I should have at least spoken to the kids.

"Your stepfather seems to have carefully packed your bags."

"Looks like it."

Olivier was the only one who didn't collide when he got in between, but Jared turned to his room saying he couldn't stay with him. Hearing Olivier's footsteps coming after him from behind and his father's words, "I'm in my room, come when I calm down," he didn't even look back.

The private room I haven't visited in a long time had been cleaned up beautifully.

It seems that the dust has not fallen and the cleaning is done seriously. The same goes for unused beds and desks.

"I'm glad you loved me - and would I be angry if I told you?

From the luggage that my father had taken away, Olivier laughed with a small ball. It was once bought for me somewhere by my father who wouldn't mind me. But I've never played ball with my father who gave it to me. My mother was the one who dealt with me. I still remember vividly running around the garden like a boy and throwing the ball.

"I can't believe I'm angry... but I don't know. I don't even have time to think about my father because of Wahash."

But it is also true that thanks to Wahash we were able to find out the truth about my mother's death. If I hadn't stayed in this mansion today, it could have been all over without my knowledge.

Later when I found out the facts, everything was over - then I shouldn't have been able to regret it.

"I'm sorry about your mother."

I'm sorry, too.

"I wanted to see you if I could"

"I want to see my mother again, too."

As often as I used to, I still remember my mother. Will you be proud of how you are, how you rejoice, how you have decided to become a court magician?

"It may be harsh to ask you this right now, but what are you going to do with Karina?

"As I promised my mother, you can't resent someone who loved me wholeheartedly. I don't know until my father does, but I forgive him. And he's a victim, too."

I tried to poison my mother to protect my precious son. But a small amount of poison didn't kill him and failed. It was my mother's will to take the poison in lethal quantities and choose death. It was in Karina that triggered it, but she didn't kill it.

"In the first place, the culprits are Annette and Viscount Padge."

Though the side chamber, anger comes in just by calling the name of the culprit of my mother's death. I can put up with it because I keep telling you to calm down, but earlier I didn't know when my emotions would explode when I kept cutting white.

"What are you going to do with that one? I know I'm leaving it to the judiciary, but how does Jared feel?

"Of course I can't forgive you - I want to kill you. That's what I mean. But there's something different about Wahash killing me. Above all, if it's just Annette and Viscount Padge, you don't have to know, and you're wrong to even kill irrelevant children"

"Right. I don't understand the man's anger, but it's too much."

Maybe Jared asked for the opposite result because Wahash said he would kill him.

He may have decided that his unwillingness to acknowledge the facts he told Wahash, who names his grandfather, leaves it to the judiciary without vengeance on Annette.

But it's the same either way. It doesn't make sense if that woman herself doesn't plead guilty, whether Annette is tried by Wahash or by justice. It's no different that I'm never in favor of killing Rex and even Claire.

With that in mind, if Annette is going to cut white to the end that she's not involved in her mother's death - she's also thinking about killing herself.

Jared's head is messed up.

I hate Annette, who is my mother's enemy, but my mother chose to die herself, I can't allow my brother and sister to be killed, I can't even allow her to get involved with my cousin Lena, but if I can, I want to sanction her as an emotion - repeated emotions shake.

Maybe this wouldn't have bothered my mother if she hadn't really killed herself.

"It would have been time to calm down. Going to your father-in-law?

"If I see my father, I may lose my calm. I don't want Lex and Claire to die anyway, Annette."

"Blood can't be easily cut off. Sometimes you wish you were someone else. I've had a lot of problems with brothers and sisters. But I knew my brother was my brother, and my sister was my sister. I didn't want you to die, even if you hated me."

"Same goes for me. I know you don't think anything of me, but I'm still your brother."

I don't remember doing anything like a brother. Even Loyk, the only one who admires me about myself with his brother, is enough to play and protect me from bullying if I had time from childhood until about two years ago. If it's just the time involved, it's more with Yenny, who was at my grandfather's mansion.

The consciousness of being a brother doesn't mean I know if I've ever had one. I met Luther at the facility, and I saw his back protecting him as my brother, and I hoped this would happen. That wish has still not changed. His strength and kindness, which greatly influenced me, is also why Jared is trying to fight now.

"Let's go get your stuff later. Now, just talk to your stepfather one more time."

"I know, sir"

I wonder how to be right with my father, and I can't accept my father, because everything - I didn't deny Wahash's allegation that I had affection, but I'm not trying to say anything else.

I can't help but think that it would be easier if you at least said something.

What would the late mother think of herself now, no, if we saw ourselves? Can you laugh, moan, or maybe laugh at them for being stupid.

If I could, I wanted to be proud of my late mother.