“Huh? Why is that, Aila?”
“Can I... see Noah... just once?”
As she opened her mouth hesitantly, Ophelia looked at her daughter with a slightly surprised expression.
Of course, Ophelia was planning to introduce Aila to Noah, but she thought she must be tired from the long journey, so she wanted to give her a break first.
It was a bit unexpected that Aila wanted to leave her long-awaited rest and meet her younger brother.
Still, it felt good. It was understandable that her younger sibling's presence would feel strange, but it was also admirable that she was the first to come forward and see him.
“Of course, there is no reason why not.”
Ophelia answered with a bright smile.
When Aila and her parents went to her brother's room, Noah was sleeping.
It was inevitable since she spent most of the day sleeping, but she was sad that she couldn't see her younger brother open his eyes and move around actively.
Still, just seeing him sleeping like an angel filled Aila with an indescribable emotion.
'How can it be this small?'
She had never seen a newborn like this before, not in her past life or this one, having spent her entire life wandering with Byron.
'It's amazing.'
It felt quite strange that something so small as a doll was breathing, wheezing.
At first glance, it was hard to find any resemblance between him and her, as his hair was black, much like his father's, but upon closer inspection, the shape of his face and nose were similar, as if looking in a mirror.
It was truly amazing to see something resembling her in this small face.
‘...It’s really amazing.’
Clearly, Noah had never existed in a past life. It felt mysterious that this unborn life had been born because of her return to the past.
She couldn't figure out what had gone wrong to cause this to happen.
“I want to see you with your eyes open.”
When Aila spoke in a whisper so as not to wake her sleeping brother, Roderick answered with a gentle smile of his own on his blunt face.
"His eyes are purple, just like your mother's. You wouldn't believe how beautiful they are when the light hits them."
Black hair and purple eyes.
Although he was the complete opposite of Aila, who had silver hair and blue eyes, she somehow felt a tingling sensation inside her heart.
It seemed like she had inherited her parents' traits and shared them with her younger brother.
“It must be really pretty.”
Aila smiled brightly and looked at her sleeping brother.
The image of him sleeping with his mouth open, dreaming of eating something.
“Oh my, look at your damaged hair. How did you manage it while I was away?”
Laura, who was combing Aila's hair, grumbled at the top of her lungs. She said that if she continued like this, her master would be disappointed.
Regardless, Aila shrugged, soaking in the soft, bubble-filled bath. What could Byron, who wasn't even there, possibly be disappointed in her hair?
"There's nothing I can do. My father said that if a girl from the mountains had hair that was too soft, they'd be suspicious."
As Aila responded by immersing herself deeper into the warm water, Laura scrunched her face.
It was truly strange. It wasn't as if what she said was wrong, but Aila's attitude toward her seemed a little different than before.
“By the way, why did you do that earlier?”
“What am I?”
“...When you first met the Duchess. There was no need to be so over-the-top.”
She shed tears of joy, as if she had truly met her biological parents. Of course, she had met them, but it was excessive to assume that she was acting like someone who didn't know them.
'What else are you dissatisfied with?'
And at Laura's slap, Aila grimaced in disbelief. It was fortunate Laura was behind her, unable to see her expression.
When she first met Roderick and Ophelia in her last life, Aila couldn't have been happier, not knowing that they were her biological parents.
Even though she knew that she had to do it to deceive them realistically, she was not used to acting and just ended up hesitating.
And how angry she was at Laura, who followed Roderick and Ophelia down to Herzig's estate.
She got angry and said, "What can I do if you can't act like that? The atmosphere became awkward because of you!"
It would have been more natural for Laura to hug her and cry, and she even showed off her acting skills in front of her.
Of course, it wasn't acting; it was sincere, but anyway, in this life, she did what Laura wanted in her previous life. But this time, she said it was 'too much.'
It was frustrating not knowing what to do.
Laura just wants to find fault with whatever she does.
“So, was it awkward? I tried my best to act naturally.”
“That’s not it, but...”
Laura hesitated at Aila's excuse.
It certainly wasn't unnatural, so she couldn't say anything. Even though it was a scene that brought joy to the family's enemies, it was so moving that even she, the observer, found herself briefly moved to tears.
“Then why did you say you wanted to see the baby?”
Laura asked another question that had been bothering her.
In any case, it was a life that would eventually be lost in Aila's hands. Even if she became attached, it would only interfere with her work.
But Aila even took the initiative to go see Noah.
"...I heard you have a younger sibling. Of course you'd want to see them, right? If I were truly Aila Hailing Weishaffen. That's what I thought, and I acted calculatedly. That way, the Duke and Duchess wouldn't become suspicious."
When Aila answered naturally, Laura couldn't help but keep quiet this time. After hearing it, it seemed like a plausible idea.
“I didn’t know you were such a good actor.”
Laura said with a hollow laugh. It felt like she'd seen a new side of Aila she hadn't known about.
"This is all to avenge my father. I have to do this much."
She shrugged and answered.
To avenge my father. It wasn't a lie.
Only his father was Roderick, not Byron.
To avenge her biological father, whom she had to kill with her own hands in her past life. To avenge herself, who had been thoroughly exploited.
“Miss, are you asleep already?”
Laura asked in a sharp voice, watching Aila sleep. It was still a little early for sleep, but she had fallen asleep as soon as she finished washing and drying her hair.
It seemed like the trip was quite tiring.
‘...Your fortune has really grown, it has grown.’
Laura frowned at the canopy bed with its pale pink lace curtains.
The room was full of things that a young noble lady would like.
It was a room filled with a display case filled with porcelain dolls in the shape of girls, each wrinkle delicately expressed, and stuffed animals with soft fur, and each piece of furniture was carefully selected to be cute and pretty.
It was hard to believe that these were prepared in just a few days.
And amidst all those beautiful things, Laura felt jealous. A life surrounded by only beautiful and good things, under loving parents.
If it weren't for Roderick's Knights, she wouldn't have had to live a life of treason and persecution, and if she had, she would have enjoyed everything she deserved.
As the daughter of a noble family.
Although the Air family was not a very high-ranking noble family, they were a viscounty known for producing quite a few knights.
If only her father hadn't been caught up in that treason and died.
She could have enjoyed what Aila is enjoying now.
That's why Laura hated Roderick.
She hated that he took away the father who would have loved her, and now he is giving his daughter so much love.
Although Laura sometimes thought that perhaps this wouldn't have happened if her father, Bayfold, hadn't joined Byron's rebellion in the first place, she tried to ignore the thought.
Sjd hated Rodrick so much that she couldn't stand it without tormenting Aila.
“...Sob.”
She looked at the sleeping Ayia and wiped away her tears.
Thinking of her father brought tears to her eyes. Living alone in her enemy's house, away from her mother, seemed exhausting.
Capella was a strict mother, so if she knew she was crying like this, she would definitely scold her. She'd say, "You've grown so much, but you're still acting like a child at nearly twenty."
Laura sniffed and wiped away her tears as the image of her mother scolding her, telling her not to indulge in unnecessary sentimentality and to only think about revenge for her family, came to mind.
‘...The sleeping child won’t go anywhere, right?’
Anyway, her room was in a place that she had to pass by to leave this room, so if Aila moved, she would know.
She also wanted to go to bed early tonight.
And after Laura left the room.
Aila, who had pretended to be asleep with her eyes closed for a moment, carefully got up.
‘...Why on earth are you crying? Who really wants to cry?’
Aila, who had pretended to be asleep but was awake, heard Laura crying in full and felt a strange sense of relief.
It would be easier to blame someone who is so cold-blooded that even if you stabbed them, they wouldn't bleed a single drop.
If you show such weakness, won't she also become weak-hearted?
Moreover, with Cloud's help, she was able to safely enter this place. And she even received a plea: "Please, spare Laura."
She sat blankly in the dark room for a while, wondering if Laura, who had gone out, might come back. As time passed and Laura was about to fall asleep, she got up from the bed.
Now it was time to go to her parents and tell them what they were curious about.
“Can I... see Noah... just once?”
As she opened her mouth hesitantly, Ophelia looked at her daughter with a slightly surprised expression.
Of course, Ophelia was planning to introduce Aila to Noah, but she thought she must be tired from the long journey, so she wanted to give her a break first.
It was a bit unexpected that Aila wanted to leave her long-awaited rest and meet her younger brother.
Still, it felt good. It was understandable that her younger sibling's presence would feel strange, but it was also admirable that she was the first to come forward and see him.
“Of course, there is no reason why not.”
Ophelia answered with a bright smile.
When Aila and her parents went to her brother's room, Noah was sleeping.
It was inevitable since she spent most of the day sleeping, but she was sad that she couldn't see her younger brother open his eyes and move around actively.
Still, just seeing him sleeping like an angel filled Aila with an indescribable emotion.
'How can it be this small?'
She had never seen a newborn like this before, not in her past life or this one, having spent her entire life wandering with Byron.
'It's amazing.'
It felt quite strange that something so small as a doll was breathing, wheezing.
At first glance, it was hard to find any resemblance between him and her, as his hair was black, much like his father's, but upon closer inspection, the shape of his face and nose were similar, as if looking in a mirror.
It was truly amazing to see something resembling her in this small face.
‘...It’s really amazing.’
Clearly, Noah had never existed in a past life. It felt mysterious that this unborn life had been born because of her return to the past.
She couldn't figure out what had gone wrong to cause this to happen.
“I want to see you with your eyes open.”
When Aila spoke in a whisper so as not to wake her sleeping brother, Roderick answered with a gentle smile of his own on his blunt face.
"His eyes are purple, just like your mother's. You wouldn't believe how beautiful they are when the light hits them."
Black hair and purple eyes.
Although he was the complete opposite of Aila, who had silver hair and blue eyes, she somehow felt a tingling sensation inside her heart.
It seemed like she had inherited her parents' traits and shared them with her younger brother.
“It must be really pretty.”
Aila smiled brightly and looked at her sleeping brother.
The image of him sleeping with his mouth open, dreaming of eating something.
***
“Oh my, look at your damaged hair. How did you manage it while I was away?”
Laura, who was combing Aila's hair, grumbled at the top of her lungs. She said that if she continued like this, her master would be disappointed.
Regardless, Aila shrugged, soaking in the soft, bubble-filled bath. What could Byron, who wasn't even there, possibly be disappointed in her hair?
"There's nothing I can do. My father said that if a girl from the mountains had hair that was too soft, they'd be suspicious."
As Aila responded by immersing herself deeper into the warm water, Laura scrunched her face.
It was truly strange. It wasn't as if what she said was wrong, but Aila's attitude toward her seemed a little different than before.
“By the way, why did you do that earlier?”
“What am I?”
“...When you first met the Duchess. There was no need to be so over-the-top.”
She shed tears of joy, as if she had truly met her biological parents. Of course, she had met them, but it was excessive to assume that she was acting like someone who didn't know them.
'What else are you dissatisfied with?'
And at Laura's slap, Aila grimaced in disbelief. It was fortunate Laura was behind her, unable to see her expression.
When she first met Roderick and Ophelia in her last life, Aila couldn't have been happier, not knowing that they were her biological parents.
Even though she knew that she had to do it to deceive them realistically, she was not used to acting and just ended up hesitating.
And how angry she was at Laura, who followed Roderick and Ophelia down to Herzig's estate.
She got angry and said, "What can I do if you can't act like that? The atmosphere became awkward because of you!"
It would have been more natural for Laura to hug her and cry, and she even showed off her acting skills in front of her.
Of course, it wasn't acting; it was sincere, but anyway, in this life, she did what Laura wanted in her previous life. But this time, she said it was 'too much.'
It was frustrating not knowing what to do.
Laura just wants to find fault with whatever she does.
“So, was it awkward? I tried my best to act naturally.”
“That’s not it, but...”
Laura hesitated at Aila's excuse.
It certainly wasn't unnatural, so she couldn't say anything. Even though it was a scene that brought joy to the family's enemies, it was so moving that even she, the observer, found herself briefly moved to tears.
“Then why did you say you wanted to see the baby?”
Laura asked another question that had been bothering her.
In any case, it was a life that would eventually be lost in Aila's hands. Even if she became attached, it would only interfere with her work.
But Aila even took the initiative to go see Noah.
"...I heard you have a younger sibling. Of course you'd want to see them, right? If I were truly Aila Hailing Weishaffen. That's what I thought, and I acted calculatedly. That way, the Duke and Duchess wouldn't become suspicious."
When Aila answered naturally, Laura couldn't help but keep quiet this time. After hearing it, it seemed like a plausible idea.
“I didn’t know you were such a good actor.”
Laura said with a hollow laugh. It felt like she'd seen a new side of Aila she hadn't known about.
"This is all to avenge my father. I have to do this much."
She shrugged and answered.
To avenge my father. It wasn't a lie.
Only his father was Roderick, not Byron.
To avenge her biological father, whom she had to kill with her own hands in her past life. To avenge herself, who had been thoroughly exploited.
***
“Miss, are you asleep already?”
Laura asked in a sharp voice, watching Aila sleep. It was still a little early for sleep, but she had fallen asleep as soon as she finished washing and drying her hair.
It seemed like the trip was quite tiring.
‘...Your fortune has really grown, it has grown.’
Laura frowned at the canopy bed with its pale pink lace curtains.
The room was full of things that a young noble lady would like.
It was a room filled with a display case filled with porcelain dolls in the shape of girls, each wrinkle delicately expressed, and stuffed animals with soft fur, and each piece of furniture was carefully selected to be cute and pretty.
It was hard to believe that these were prepared in just a few days.
And amidst all those beautiful things, Laura felt jealous. A life surrounded by only beautiful and good things, under loving parents.
If it weren't for Roderick's Knights, she wouldn't have had to live a life of treason and persecution, and if she had, she would have enjoyed everything she deserved.
As the daughter of a noble family.
Although the Air family was not a very high-ranking noble family, they were a viscounty known for producing quite a few knights.
If only her father hadn't been caught up in that treason and died.
She could have enjoyed what Aila is enjoying now.
That's why Laura hated Roderick.
She hated that he took away the father who would have loved her, and now he is giving his daughter so much love.
Although Laura sometimes thought that perhaps this wouldn't have happened if her father, Bayfold, hadn't joined Byron's rebellion in the first place, she tried to ignore the thought.
Sjd hated Rodrick so much that she couldn't stand it without tormenting Aila.
“...Sob.”
She looked at the sleeping Ayia and wiped away her tears.
Thinking of her father brought tears to her eyes. Living alone in her enemy's house, away from her mother, seemed exhausting.
Capella was a strict mother, so if she knew she was crying like this, she would definitely scold her. She'd say, "You've grown so much, but you're still acting like a child at nearly twenty."
Laura sniffed and wiped away her tears as the image of her mother scolding her, telling her not to indulge in unnecessary sentimentality and to only think about revenge for her family, came to mind.
‘...The sleeping child won’t go anywhere, right?’
Anyway, her room was in a place that she had to pass by to leave this room, so if Aila moved, she would know.
She also wanted to go to bed early tonight.
And after Laura left the room.
Aila, who had pretended to be asleep with her eyes closed for a moment, carefully got up.
‘...Why on earth are you crying? Who really wants to cry?’
Aila, who had pretended to be asleep but was awake, heard Laura crying in full and felt a strange sense of relief.
It would be easier to blame someone who is so cold-blooded that even if you stabbed them, they wouldn't bleed a single drop.
If you show such weakness, won't she also become weak-hearted?
Moreover, with Cloud's help, she was able to safely enter this place. And she even received a plea: "Please, spare Laura."
She sat blankly in the dark room for a while, wondering if Laura, who had gone out, might come back. As time passed and Laura was about to fall asleep, she got up from the bed.
Now it was time to go to her parents and tell them what they were curious about.
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