Byron looked straight into Aila's face, feeling a little afraid.
The two blue eyes shining beyond the mirror were too similar to those of an old friend who had always made him feel inferior since childhood.
For the first time since he had kidnapped her and raised her as an assassin, Byron began to wonder if perhaps the plan was too risky.
'No, it's too late to regret it now. There's only one step left.'
Aila was still his faithful hunting dog. Even though she refused to obey her master, even that was for his sake. So it would be okay. Byron consoled himself with that.
“You have a point. But this father wishes yiu had killed that child first...”
The order was very important.
The moment Roderick died, he whispered in his ear, 'Your daughter Aila killed both your son and you.'
He couldn't give up that thrill.
"I live solely for you, Father, so I must do as you say... But still, could you please listen to me just this once? As you said, Noah Weishaffen is a weak child. I could kill him at any moment. On that glorious day when you come here."
But, at Aila's subsequent words, Byron fell into deep sorrow.
She was right. As a newborn, Noah was a life that could be extinguished at any moment, and Roderick was even more difficult to kill.
Noah Weishaffen's existence was terribly hateful, but if eliminating him would delay the revenge against Roderick... wouldn't that be putting the cart before the horse?
“...Yes. Let’s do as you say.”
And Byron surrendered.
It was incredibly humiliating to be persuaded by the daughter of one's enemy and have one's opinion changed, but there was nothing wrong with what she said.
“Really?”
"Yes, that's right. I guess there's nothing more to say. Then I'll go in."
Byron, feeling a tremendous sense of defeat, quickly ended the call, though he couldn't quite pinpoint the cause.
It was Aila's victory.
“Why are you all going through all the trouble to come out? It’s not like I’ll never see you again...”
“That’s right! And I’ll be back soon anyway.”
It was the day that Isidore's family returned to the Republic of Tamora.
As the whole family came out to see him off, Isidore, who felt awkward for no reason, grumbled and said, and Rachel added with a smile next to her.
As soon as she graduated from the academy, she decided to return to the Peles Empire and settle down.
And beside her, Michelle hung her head with a sullen expression. She didn't look particularly happy, but considering the big fight she'd had with her sister a few days earlier, there was still a sense of mutual respect.
The reason Michelle and Rachel got into an argument was that Rachel said she didn't want to return to the Republic of Tamora and wanted to live in the Empire.
Michelle was angry, asking if it was right for her to abandon her family, studies, and career as a magician to live abroad because of a lover she had just met, but Rachel retorted that it was not because of her lover, a Young Master, and that she had dreamed of living in a prosperous place like the Peles Empire since she was young.
Although they were sisters who always bickered, this fight was different from their previous fights, and it turned into a serious fight that made them wonder if they might get hurt if they continued like this.
It was similar to the time when Isidore and Ophelia had a big fight and didn't even contact each other for several years.
But fortunately, thanks to Ophelia, Isidore, and Roderick, who mediated between the two, they have now reached a tentative agreement to understand each other.
The Peles Empire was a place where wizards were valued, and it was thanks to them that they were able to live as wizards here and receive adequate treatment.
So, Rachel decided to return to her hometown, graduate from the academy, and come to the Empire to become a magician under the Duke of Weishaffen.
"Goodbye, Uncle. See you later. And you too, sisters."
Aila gave a heartfelt greeting to her uncle, the benefactor who had helped her break her curse.
There were so many people watching that she couldn't express her gratitude directly, but Isidore seemed to read her feelings and smiled brightly, gently stroking Aila's head.
"Yes, take care. I hope you achieve all your dreams. I'll be cheering you on from afar."
"Thank you."
After Isidore and she exchanged meaningful greetings, Rachel, who had been waiting for her turn next to her, smiled and gently patted Aila on the shoulder.
"We'll be living together in a house soon, so let's get to know each other better. But we're your only cousins, after all."
“Yes, Sister Rachel.”
Aila nodded. Rachel and she had different personalities, but she felt like they could become quite close cousins if they got closer.
"Well then, I really should be leaving now. If I keep going like this, I'll end up spending the night on the road."
"Goodbye, brother. I'll contact you. Noah, too. Goodbye, uncle."
As Isidore and his daughters boarded the carriage, Ophelia took hold of Noah's small hand, which she was holding in her arms, and shook it vigorously in greeting.
After a while, the carriage completely disappeared from sight.
“...It really went.”
Ophelia opened her mouth in a sad voice.
She had become accustomed to having her brother and nieces around, but now that they were all gone, she felt a cold wind blowing through my empty chest.
“It was always bustling at mealtimes, so it felt like a home, but now it’s getting quiet.”
Roderick, too, looked at the direction the carriage had moved away with a slightly disappointed expression on his face and put his arm around his wife's shoulder.
“Then shall we go in now?”
After seeing them off, the family moved inside. Even though she doesn't know where they're sitting, she's sure her seat will be marked. Even though only three people had left, the house felt quieter than usual.
Aila, too, was feeling a little lonely as she walked towards her room.
Noah, who had been quietly held in his nanny's arms, began to whimper and kick. He was throwing a tantrum, begging to be put down.
“Oh my, why is the young master like this?”
When the nanny panicked and put him down on the floor, Noah toddled towards Aila, holding the nanny's hand.
“It looks like you want to play with your older sister.”
Ophelia smiled warmly at the sight and said, "Noah has been following her around a lot lately."
As Aila fidgeted, not knowing what to do with her younger brother's cute appearance, Laura, who had been quietly listening to the conversation from the side, joined in with a troubled expression.
"Excuse me, Miss. You have an etiquette class coming up soon, so you need to get ready."
“...That’s right. Noah. I’m sorry I couldn’t play with you.”
Aila apologized to her brother, clutching at the hem of her skirt as it sagged. Ophelia smiled and patted her husband on the ribs.
"Can't we postpone etiquette class a bit? Right, Roderick?"
"Oh, of course. I'll make sure to explain it to the instructor, so you can play with Noah for a bit, Aila."
At the couple's words, Laura had to force her lips together to keep her expression from crumpling.
She was already feeling sick when she heard that Aila had persuaded Byron to postpone killing Noah, but seeing her arguing with the person she was supposed to kill was just as irritating.
'Why on earth are you rebelling when you've never done so before?'
Until now, Aila had been a child without any self-consciousness, obediently following Byron's orders and the instructions of her and her mother.
But lately, she kept contradicting and raising objections to her words, and eventually even persuaded Byron to reverse his orders.
She couldn't figure out what the hell was going on.
Finally, Aila took Noah's hand and headed to the playroom with him. The sight of her sitting beside her baby brother, rocking his favorite rattle, was enough to make Laura's heart burst.
"Miss, what on earth are you thinking? Why are you so attached to someone you should kill?"
Laura, unable to bear it any longer, returned to Aila's room and whispered in a voice so small that only Aila could hear.
"I'm not giving him affection. He's asking me to play with him. How can I refuse in that situation?"
Aila shrugged and answered. She was trying to explain that she had no desire to play with Noah, but her tone was somewhat sarcastic.
“If you didn’t love him, why did you delay killing him, even going against the master’s wishes?”
"I was just expressing my opinion for my father. He accepted it because he thought I was right. So are you saying his judgment was wrong?"
Laura asked sharply, as if she still couldn't accept it, but when Aila tripped Byron, she couldn't say anything in return and had no choice but to keep her mouth shut.
Because she couldn't interfere with something that Byron had given permission to do.
Lisa interjected with an awkward voice. She was embarrassed by the fact that Laura and Ayla, who were in the same room, were whispering as if they were sharing a secret.
“Yeah, no. You don’t have to do that.”
Aila smiled broadly and said, declaring that she had no intention of discussing this with Laura any longer. This caused Laura to huff, looking extremely resentful.
"The etiquette teacher will be here soon, so I need to make sure I review before then. I'm already running late because I'm playing with Noah, so I'll feel less guilty if I at least review well."
Aila stood up and extended her hand to Lisa. Having learned how to dance for the banquet last time, she asked Lisa to play the male role.
The two blue eyes shining beyond the mirror were too similar to those of an old friend who had always made him feel inferior since childhood.
For the first time since he had kidnapped her and raised her as an assassin, Byron began to wonder if perhaps the plan was too risky.
'No, it's too late to regret it now. There's only one step left.'
Aila was still his faithful hunting dog. Even though she refused to obey her master, even that was for his sake. So it would be okay. Byron consoled himself with that.
“You have a point. But this father wishes yiu had killed that child first...”
The order was very important.
The moment Roderick died, he whispered in his ear, 'Your daughter Aila killed both your son and you.'
He couldn't give up that thrill.
"I live solely for you, Father, so I must do as you say... But still, could you please listen to me just this once? As you said, Noah Weishaffen is a weak child. I could kill him at any moment. On that glorious day when you come here."
But, at Aila's subsequent words, Byron fell into deep sorrow.
She was right. As a newborn, Noah was a life that could be extinguished at any moment, and Roderick was even more difficult to kill.
Noah Weishaffen's existence was terribly hateful, but if eliminating him would delay the revenge against Roderick... wouldn't that be putting the cart before the horse?
“...Yes. Let’s do as you say.”
And Byron surrendered.
It was incredibly humiliating to be persuaded by the daughter of one's enemy and have one's opinion changed, but there was nothing wrong with what she said.
“Really?”
"Yes, that's right. I guess there's nothing more to say. Then I'll go in."
Byron, feeling a tremendous sense of defeat, quickly ended the call, though he couldn't quite pinpoint the cause.
It was Aila's victory.
***
“Why are you all going through all the trouble to come out? It’s not like I’ll never see you again...”
“That’s right! And I’ll be back soon anyway.”
It was the day that Isidore's family returned to the Republic of Tamora.
As the whole family came out to see him off, Isidore, who felt awkward for no reason, grumbled and said, and Rachel added with a smile next to her.
As soon as she graduated from the academy, she decided to return to the Peles Empire and settle down.
And beside her, Michelle hung her head with a sullen expression. She didn't look particularly happy, but considering the big fight she'd had with her sister a few days earlier, there was still a sense of mutual respect.
The reason Michelle and Rachel got into an argument was that Rachel said she didn't want to return to the Republic of Tamora and wanted to live in the Empire.
Michelle was angry, asking if it was right for her to abandon her family, studies, and career as a magician to live abroad because of a lover she had just met, but Rachel retorted that it was not because of her lover, a Young Master, and that she had dreamed of living in a prosperous place like the Peles Empire since she was young.
Although they were sisters who always bickered, this fight was different from their previous fights, and it turned into a serious fight that made them wonder if they might get hurt if they continued like this.
It was similar to the time when Isidore and Ophelia had a big fight and didn't even contact each other for several years.
But fortunately, thanks to Ophelia, Isidore, and Roderick, who mediated between the two, they have now reached a tentative agreement to understand each other.
The Peles Empire was a place where wizards were valued, and it was thanks to them that they were able to live as wizards here and receive adequate treatment.
So, Rachel decided to return to her hometown, graduate from the academy, and come to the Empire to become a magician under the Duke of Weishaffen.
"Goodbye, Uncle. See you later. And you too, sisters."
Aila gave a heartfelt greeting to her uncle, the benefactor who had helped her break her curse.
There were so many people watching that she couldn't express her gratitude directly, but Isidore seemed to read her feelings and smiled brightly, gently stroking Aila's head.
"Yes, take care. I hope you achieve all your dreams. I'll be cheering you on from afar."
"Thank you."
After Isidore and she exchanged meaningful greetings, Rachel, who had been waiting for her turn next to her, smiled and gently patted Aila on the shoulder.
"We'll be living together in a house soon, so let's get to know each other better. But we're your only cousins, after all."
“Yes, Sister Rachel.”
Aila nodded. Rachel and she had different personalities, but she felt like they could become quite close cousins if they got closer.
"Well then, I really should be leaving now. If I keep going like this, I'll end up spending the night on the road."
"Goodbye, brother. I'll contact you. Noah, too. Goodbye, uncle."
As Isidore and his daughters boarded the carriage, Ophelia took hold of Noah's small hand, which she was holding in her arms, and shook it vigorously in greeting.
After a while, the carriage completely disappeared from sight.
“...It really went.”
Ophelia opened her mouth in a sad voice.
She had become accustomed to having her brother and nieces around, but now that they were all gone, she felt a cold wind blowing through my empty chest.
“It was always bustling at mealtimes, so it felt like a home, but now it’s getting quiet.”
Roderick, too, looked at the direction the carriage had moved away with a slightly disappointed expression on his face and put his arm around his wife's shoulder.
“Then shall we go in now?”
After seeing them off, the family moved inside. Even though she doesn't know where they're sitting, she's sure her seat will be marked. Even though only three people had left, the house felt quieter than usual.
Aila, too, was feeling a little lonely as she walked towards her room.
“Bam! Woooom!!”
“Oh my, why is the young master like this?”
When the nanny panicked and put him down on the floor, Noah toddled towards Aila, holding the nanny's hand.
“It looks like you want to play with your older sister.”
Ophelia smiled warmly at the sight and said, "Noah has been following her around a lot lately."
As Aila fidgeted, not knowing what to do with her younger brother's cute appearance, Laura, who had been quietly listening to the conversation from the side, joined in with a troubled expression.
"Excuse me, Miss. You have an etiquette class coming up soon, so you need to get ready."
“...That’s right. Noah. I’m sorry I couldn’t play with you.”
Aila apologized to her brother, clutching at the hem of her skirt as it sagged. Ophelia smiled and patted her husband on the ribs.
"Can't we postpone etiquette class a bit? Right, Roderick?"
"Oh, of course. I'll make sure to explain it to the instructor, so you can play with Noah for a bit, Aila."
At the couple's words, Laura had to force her lips together to keep her expression from crumpling.
She was already feeling sick when she heard that Aila had persuaded Byron to postpone killing Noah, but seeing her arguing with the person she was supposed to kill was just as irritating.
'Why on earth are you rebelling when you've never done so before?'
Until now, Aila had been a child without any self-consciousness, obediently following Byron's orders and the instructions of her and her mother.
But lately, she kept contradicting and raising objections to her words, and eventually even persuaded Byron to reverse his orders.
She couldn't figure out what the hell was going on.
Finally, Aila took Noah's hand and headed to the playroom with him. The sight of her sitting beside her baby brother, rocking his favorite rattle, was enough to make Laura's heart burst.
"Miss, what on earth are you thinking? Why are you so attached to someone you should kill?"
Laura, unable to bear it any longer, returned to Aila's room and whispered in a voice so small that only Aila could hear.
"I'm not giving him affection. He's asking me to play with him. How can I refuse in that situation?"
Aila shrugged and answered. She was trying to explain that she had no desire to play with Noah, but her tone was somewhat sarcastic.
“If you didn’t love him, why did you delay killing him, even going against the master’s wishes?”
"I was just expressing my opinion for my father. He accepted it because he thought I was right. So are you saying his judgment was wrong?"
Laura asked sharply, as if she still couldn't accept it, but when Aila tripped Byron, she couldn't say anything in return and had no choice but to keep her mouth shut.
Because she couldn't interfere with something that Byron had given permission to do.
“Um... Should I give up my seat for you?”
“Yeah, no. You don’t have to do that.”
Aila smiled broadly and said, declaring that she had no intention of discussing this with Laura any longer. This caused Laura to huff, looking extremely resentful.
"The etiquette teacher will be here soon, so I need to make sure I review before then. I'm already running late because I'm playing with Noah, so I'll feel less guilty if I at least review well."
Aila stood up and extended her hand to Lisa. Having learned how to dance for the banquet last time, she asked Lisa to play the male role.
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