“Besides being called the Emperor’s mad dog, it doesn’t seem like you like the Emperor very much.”
Seliya spoke fondly of Dietrich and fixed her gaze on his face.
However, the man in front of her was unfazed by Seliya’s words. She didn't know what he was thinking, but at least his outward expression showed no emotions.
He just kept his mouth shut and kept his eyes on Seliya. Seliya continued her story in a soft voice as if she was not expecting a response from Dietrich.
“Contrary to the rumor that you trusted and followed the Emperor like a dog, you didn’t even pay attention to his body.”
After finishing speaking, Seliya smiled, rolling her eyes. Her clear eyes folded into thin lines at the corners of her eyes, and her green pupils curved into the shape of a crescent moon.
Dietrich looked closely at her face. Dietrich, who was staring at her face as if searching for something about her, opened her mouth.
“I think you forgot what I said earlier.”
His eyes moved from Seliya's smiling face to her neckline.
“I was telling you that if a person talks too much, his life can be shortened.”
Instead of Seliya answering, she looked at Dietrich's right hand. Dietrich was clenching his fist, and it seemed to Seliya that he was desperate to strangle her.
“If you kill me now, you will definitely regret it.”
Dietrich's eyes narrowed at what Seliya said.
“I regret it...”
Dietrich's gaze still remained in one place. A faint sneer appeared on his dry face as he looked at Seliya's slender neck.
“Then, let’s test whether I will regret it after I kill you.”
Dietrich immediately put his words into practice. Dietrich's firm hand immediately grabbed Seliya's neck.
His nickname “Crazy Dog” wasn’t given to him for nothing. If someone harmed him, Dietrich would always return it several times over.
In his entire life, he has never once regretted anything he did.
The Emperor should not have died. He should have died more horribly, more gruesomely, with his own hands.
But this woman made his plan, which he had prepared for ten years, disappear in an instant.
It was clear that if he killed this woman at will, he would cause an uproar, so he just left it without killing her.
Given the situation, it would do him no good to kill her right now, so Dietrich simply tried to scare Seliya.
He didn't like her arrogant attitude, as if she was looking down on him from above, so he tried to firmly correct her habit.
Seliya was strangled, but instead of letting out her pained moans, she was smiling at Dietrich.
At that time, Seliya's small, pure white hand touched Dietrich's cheek.
The moment Seliya's hand touched his cheek, a flowery scent that could not be found in prison was wafted out.
The scent of hyacinths enveloped the surroundings, including the two people. Dietrich's eyes shook violently like a tsunami just before a storm due to the strong scent that made him faint.
“!”
Dietrich immediately let go of his grip on Seliya's neck. In just a few seconds, a red handprint was left on Seliya's neck.
Seliya touched Dietrich's neck, where his handprints remained, and looked at him with wide eyes as if she were seeing a strange creature. Dietrich looked at the big green eyes like a startled deer with an indescribable face.
“Are you okay?”
Seliya's disbelieving voice echoed through the iron bars. Almost as soon as she finished speaking, the strong hyacinth scent also disappeared.
Dietrich glared at Seliya as if he were going to kill her.
“How could you... You can use this ability, right?”
Viscount Brillion.
The large mansion was filled with all kinds of luxury items, making it hard to believe that it was once a run-down family that could barely afford to pay the salaries of its employees.
There was an angel statue sculpted by a famous sculptor who was famous for selling things, a fountain with a lion statue spouting water, and a garden filled with a variety of rare flowers. There was nothing expensive.
Inside the mansion, in a spacious room, was the owner's mistress, Hariel Brillion.
Her dark navy blue hair, like faded river water, was pulled up in a bun, which is popular among aristocratic ladies in the capital these days.
Just looking at the appearance, it was not something a noblewoman with three children would do.
She always stuck to a youthful-looking style. She imitated the style that was popular in the capital, and she spoke softly as if she were nobler than anyone else.
Hariel was leaning against the soft sofa, receiving a foot massage from her maid, Lisa.
“It’s cool today.”
Hariel, who was stingy with jer compliments, rarely praised Lisa.
Lisa, who massages the hostess's feet every day, noticed that the difficult-tempered hostess seemed to be in a particularly good mood recently.
Precisely, since she sent Seliya to the imperial palace.
Lisa watched her hostess carefully. When her husband, the Viscount, and his two sons were away from the estate for some time, she almost sold Seliya to the old Emperor.
Lisa knew that the hostess hated Seliya, but she had no idea that she would be so cruel.
Lisa, who knew very well how Seliya had been treated by the hostess, felt very sorry for Seliya.
It was all thanks to Seliya that Viscount Brillion, who lived far away from the capital, acquired abundant wealth and fame.
Soon after she took in Seliya, who had been wandering alone in the streets, as her adopted daughter, Viscount Brilllion, who had never been a visitor, was crowded with people looking for her every day.
People said that once you see Seliya, you can't help but fall in love with her. They said that no matter how stone-faced a man is when he looks at Seliya, he gets lovesick.
She deserved it. In the first place, Hariel's husband, Viscount Brillion, took Seliya, who was digging through trash cans like a beggar, as his adopted daughter because of her appearance that could not hide even in dirtiness.
However, the man in front of her was unfazed by Seliya’s words. She didn't know what he was thinking, but at least his outward expression showed no emotions.
He just kept his mouth shut and kept his eyes on Seliya. Seliya continued her story in a soft voice as if she was not expecting a response from Dietrich.
“Contrary to the rumor that you trusted and followed the Emperor like a dog, you didn’t even pay attention to his body.”
After finishing speaking, Seliya smiled, rolling her eyes. Her clear eyes folded into thin lines at the corners of her eyes, and her green pupils curved into the shape of a crescent moon.
Dietrich looked closely at her face. Dietrich, who was staring at her face as if searching for something about her, opened her mouth.
“I think you forgot what I said earlier.”
His eyes moved from Seliya's smiling face to her neckline.
“I was telling you that if a person talks too much, his life can be shortened.”
Instead of Seliya answering, she looked at Dietrich's right hand. Dietrich was clenching his fist, and it seemed to Seliya that he was desperate to strangle her.
“If you kill me now, you will definitely regret it.”
Dietrich's eyes narrowed at what Seliya said.
“I regret it...”
Dietrich's gaze still remained in one place. A faint sneer appeared on his dry face as he looked at Seliya's slender neck.
“Then, let’s test whether I will regret it after I kill you.”
Dietrich immediately put his words into practice. Dietrich's firm hand immediately grabbed Seliya's neck.
His nickname “Crazy Dog” wasn’t given to him for nothing. If someone harmed him, Dietrich would always return it several times over.
In his entire life, he has never once regretted anything he did.
The Emperor should not have died. He should have died more horribly, more gruesomely, with his own hands.
But this woman made his plan, which he had prepared for ten years, disappear in an instant.
It was clear that if he killed this woman at will, he would cause an uproar, so he just left it without killing her.
Given the situation, it would do him no good to kill her right now, so Dietrich simply tried to scare Seliya.
He didn't like her arrogant attitude, as if she was looking down on him from above, so he tried to firmly correct her habit.
Seliya was strangled, but instead of letting out her pained moans, she was smiling at Dietrich.
At that time, Seliya's small, pure white hand touched Dietrich's cheek.
The moment Seliya's hand touched his cheek, a flowery scent that could not be found in prison was wafted out.
The scent of hyacinths enveloped the surroundings, including the two people. Dietrich's eyes shook violently like a tsunami just before a storm due to the strong scent that made him faint.
“!”
Dietrich immediately let go of his grip on Seliya's neck. In just a few seconds, a red handprint was left on Seliya's neck.
Seliya touched Dietrich's neck, where his handprints remained, and looked at him with wide eyes as if she were seeing a strange creature. Dietrich looked at the big green eyes like a startled deer with an indescribable face.
“Are you okay?”
Seliya's disbelieving voice echoed through the iron bars. Almost as soon as she finished speaking, the strong hyacinth scent also disappeared.
Dietrich glared at Seliya as if he were going to kill her.
“How could you... You can use this ability, right?”
***
Viscount Brillion.
The large mansion was filled with all kinds of luxury items, making it hard to believe that it was once a run-down family that could barely afford to pay the salaries of its employees.
There was an angel statue sculpted by a famous sculptor who was famous for selling things, a fountain with a lion statue spouting water, and a garden filled with a variety of rare flowers. There was nothing expensive.
Inside the mansion, in a spacious room, was the owner's mistress, Hariel Brillion.
Her dark navy blue hair, like faded river water, was pulled up in a bun, which is popular among aristocratic ladies in the capital these days.
Just looking at the appearance, it was not something a noblewoman with three children would do.
She always stuck to a youthful-looking style. She imitated the style that was popular in the capital, and she spoke softly as if she were nobler than anyone else.
Hariel was leaning against the soft sofa, receiving a foot massage from her maid, Lisa.
“It’s cool today.”
Hariel, who was stingy with jer compliments, rarely praised Lisa.
Lisa, who massages the hostess's feet every day, noticed that the difficult-tempered hostess seemed to be in a particularly good mood recently.
Precisely, since she sent Seliya to the imperial palace.
Lisa watched her hostess carefully. When her husband, the Viscount, and his two sons were away from the estate for some time, she almost sold Seliya to the old Emperor.
Lisa knew that the hostess hated Seliya, but she had no idea that she would be so cruel.
Lisa, who knew very well how Seliya had been treated by the hostess, felt very sorry for Seliya.
It was all thanks to Seliya that Viscount Brillion, who lived far away from the capital, acquired abundant wealth and fame.
Soon after she took in Seliya, who had been wandering alone in the streets, as her adopted daughter, Viscount Brilllion, who had never been a visitor, was crowded with people looking for her every day.
People said that once you see Seliya, you can't help but fall in love with her. They said that no matter how stone-faced a man is when he looks at Seliya, he gets lovesick.
She deserved it. In the first place, Hariel's husband, Viscount Brillion, took Seliya, who was digging through trash cans like a beggar, as his adopted daughter because of her appearance that could not hide even in dirtiness.
The Viscount and his two sons also looked at his adoptive daughter with eyes entangled with her desire.
Hariel went one step further and generously gave the man who gave the most money the 'opportunity' to meet and talk with Seliya.
As soon as Seliya came of age, the men seemed to have been waiting for her, eagerly offering his own wealth to the Viscount. Instead of refusing, Hariel siphoned off every bit of the wealth they gave her into her own pocket.
She was afraid that Seliya would talk nonsense to the man, so she did not forget to send the maid to Seliya's room to be her eyes and ears at all times.
They said Seliya's doctor was nowhere to be found.
Although the Viscount and his two sons were dissatisfied with Harier's behavior, they did not stop her from doing what she did.
Because they could clearly see with their own eyes that the old mansion was being transformed into a magnificent mansion.
Even if they squeezed their fortune out, they saw that money that they could never touch in their lifetime was coming in every month, so they chose to watch and remain silent.
These people cannot be truly selfish. Even though they didn't have a single drop of blood, in Lisa's eyes, they weren't even human.
However, Lisa was also in no position to criticize them. That's because the salary was higher than anywhere else, and she had been serving on Hariel's side for three years.
Hariel always ate a large meal with meat.
On the other hand, she insisted that Seliya eat tasteless porridge made from grass and tree leaves three times a day, saying that her value would decrease as she gained weight.
She was delighted to see Seliya's back, eating porridge in silence, without even paying attention to her.
Is that why? Lisa was acting unusually erratic.
“...When the Master and Matriarch return, they will most likely be angry. Madame sent her daughter to the imperial palace without any consultation. Madame acted too hastily.”
Hariel's mood, which had been excited just now, became extremely low. Hariel let out her nervous voice.
“What on earth are you talking about! Seliya said she went to the imperial palace because she liked it.”
“...”
“I didn’t send her to the imperial palace, she went there on her own. I guess she's a pretty girl with nothing to envy, and she likes power. She says she likes the Emperor, what can I do? It breaks my heart, but I have no choice but to let her go.”
Hariel said casually as she lifted a teacup filled with jasmine tea.
“Watch your mouth. Lisa, I care about you very much.”
Lisa nodded at her warning words and focused on massaging her feet.
Then, knock. And she heard someone knocking on the door.
“Mom, can I come in for a moment?”
A smile bloomed on Hariels face at the voice that came through the closed door.
“Come in, Gabriel.”
As the door opened, a woman wearing a mermaid dress studded with ruby gems, the only one in the empire, walked lightly into the room.
This splendid dress, studded with rubies that become darker in color at the bottom of her dress, was given to Seliya by her admirer, but Seliya could not even look at it and go to the imperial palace. She was sent away as if she was being pushed on her back.
It's just a dress. There was nothing on her that wasn't Seliya's, including the five-colored opal earrings that Gabriel was wearing, the pink diamond necklace, and even the delicately crafted butterfly-shaped hair ornament.
“Gabriel, you look even more beautiful today.”
Gabriel responded to Hariel's compliment by raising her eyebrows.
“It feels like a dress made just for me.”
Gabriel, who inherited Hariel's hair color and had dark blue hair, was Hariel's beloved youngest daughter. Unlike her brothers who did not listen to their mom, Gabrielle was smart and mature.
However, after taking Seliya as her adopted daughter, Gabriel was hidden by Seliya's halo and could not see the light.
Hariel felt bad. She knew more than anyone else that her own daughter, her beloved daughter, was not as beautiful as Seliya, but she could not bring herself to admit it.
Not only that, but her husband and her two sons were drooling over her as they watched Seliya.
The only person who was truly on her side was Gabriel. She was determined to completely isolate and ostracize Seliya from the mansion.
Gabriel had asked her not to harass Seliya and had said.
"Mom, Seliya is also our family, so don’t bother her too much."
Hariell was upset because her daughter did not know her true feelings. Then she added, with a soft smile on Gabriel's lips.
"If you're really worried, how about opening the mansion door wide for a public courtship? Seliya is so beautiful that men will flock to her incessantly to see her. Our fortune opening will also naturally widen."
So, using Seliya, the mother and daughter gained abundant wealth and fame.
It was with Gabriel's help that she took advantage of the time when the Viscount and his two sons were away to sell Seliya to the old Emperor.
"Seliya is a full-fledged adult, but she can't stay in the shadow of her family forever. I think it would be best to send her to the highest authority, His Majesty the Emperor. There will be an uproar if my father and brothers find out, so I will write a letter to the imperial palace on behalf of my mother."
So, she sent it to the Emperor who was over seventy years old. Gabriel's expression didn't look very good today.
She glanced down at Lisa.
“Mom, I want to talk to you alone.”
Hariel motioned for Lisa to leave. Lisa bowed her head and left the room.
As soon as Gabriel's door closed, she approached Hariel and spoke to her in a friendly manner.
“Mom, did you hear the news?”
“...What news?”
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