“I know everything.”
I was sulking.
“But as my grandfather said, there’s a possibility that I’m my father’s daughter...”
“What are you saying?!!”
“Hic!”
Ryan shouted. I stared at him, startled, my hand on my heart.
We were silent for a moment like that.
“...”
“...”
Ryan, who had been blinking and staring at me for a while, frowned as if he was confused.
“...Really, my daughter?”
What the hell. I suppressed a laugh at his stupid expression.
“Hey, that’s not it!”
Ryan added with a grin.
“Hey, let’s be clear. You’re from Windsor Castle, right?”
“What is that?”
“Wow! You’re acting like you don’t know anything without even blinking?”
“...”
“You, you thought I didn’t know anything when I was young, but you know about the existence of that castle?”
Ryan looked around, whispered in a low voice, and held up five fingers.
"Listen carefully. I'm the fifth in my family and the youngest in the direct line. And my mother passed away when I was ten."
“Oh, yes.”
“It may also be that my father, a human being, impregnated my mother five times to give birth to many people with supernatural powers, which weakened her body.”
“...”
"The decisive reason my mother was so shocked and ill was that my father built Windsor Castle. He began openly raising children born outside of the family there."
That's right. All of my father's illegitimate children were raised at Windsor Castle.
I am one of them.
“You grew up in Wassenberg, right?”
Ryan questioned me again, watching me remain silent.
“…Yes. Maybe?”
"What's that supposed to be? Be sure! Your biological father is the Duke of Wassenberg. I'm your half-brother, technically, with a twelve-year age difference."
“...”
“You knew it all, didn’t you!”
“I know, but...”
Finally, I admitted it and quietly grabbed Ryan's sleeve.
“What is there!”
“I’m incompetent... If I go around saying I’m the Duke’s biological daughter, I’ll be in big trouble. I might even die...”
“What the heck?”
“So, oh... brother? Since you’re also incompetent, I’ll pretend to be your daughter.”
I said it as pitifully as I could, wriggling my toes.
“Can I not call you dad?”
"Huh."
Ryan, who was dumbfounded, pinched my cheek.
“This is so shameless.”
“Eww! Aha! Aha!”
Surrender, surrender! I slapped the back of his hand, but Ryan just chuckled.
At that time.
Suddenly, something caught my eye as he pinched my cheek.
The inside of Ryan's left forearm.
Twelve knife marks, each with a slightly different degree of severity.
‘I saw this briefly earlier...’
Upon closer inspection, it was clear. It was a hand-carved wound.
Ryan must have sensed my gaze as he quickly lowered his sleeve and turned around.
'Oh, the atmosphere has become strange.'
Silence.
Ryan just walked without saying a word.
What is that scar?
Do you deliberately hurt yourself whenever you can't control your desire for revenge?
I couldn't even imagine how wronged and angry he would feel.
A man who was abandoned by his father, falsely accused of being a murderer, and spent half his life imprisoned in a concentration camp.
'It would be nice if you could at least explain to me that you're not a real criminal.'
Then I could tell you that I believe in you. If that could offer you even a little comfort.
“Dad, did you really kill all the people in that village?”
"Uh."
"really?"
"Uh."
“How can you do that when you are incompetent?”
"If you're incompetent, can't you kill? I took the lives of all the people I met. And I even set the village on fire to destroy the evidence."
“Oh, I see.”
As I was answering sullenly, Ryan suddenly stopped dead in his tracks.
"Hey."
"Yes."
“I’m crazy.”
"Yes?"
"You know what I'm accused of. If you don't, you might fall into my hands, too. So run away now."
Suddenly?
Ryan took out a few of my clothes, draped them over his shoulder, and then handed me the suitcase containing the remaining gold bars.
“Go when you get a chance.”
I was flustered. After coming all this way together, why would you suddenly leave?
“Ouch! Wait a minute!”
Ryan quickly moved away.
Had I done something wrong? I couldn't read his sudden change of heart.
'I knew you'd try to tear me apart someday.'
This situation was expected.
What if Ryan abandons me, who is nothing more than a burden?
'I have to show off the cards I have and prove their usefulness.'
So, I was thinking of unlocking some of my abilities.
‘But here it’s a bit...’
I looked around anxiously in the crowded city center. At my own pace, I couldn't keep up with Ryan, who was moving away with determination.
'Oh, no!'
How do I catch that guy?
Ryan rolled up his sleeves, trying hard to ignore the sound of Vania's footsteps trailing behind him.
Twelve scars.
It was a scar that Ryan personally carved once a year while counting the years of imprisonment in the camp.
To endure the pain of tearing at his flesh, to whip himself whenever his will to seek revenge fades.
'I have work to do.'
No, revenge is just a plausible excuse.
He intended to end his rotten family with his own hands, knowing full well that he was the only one capable of doing so.
'Let's not be weak-hearted.'
Today, he met a younger sister he didn't even know existed.
I was sulking.
“But as my grandfather said, there’s a possibility that I’m my father’s daughter...”
“What are you saying?!!”
“Hic!”
Ryan shouted. I stared at him, startled, my hand on my heart.
We were silent for a moment like that.
“...”
“...”
Ryan, who had been blinking and staring at me for a while, frowned as if he was confused.
“...Really, my daughter?”
What the hell. I suppressed a laugh at his stupid expression.
“Hey, that’s not it!”
Ryan added with a grin.
“Hey, let’s be clear. You’re from Windsor Castle, right?”
“What is that?”
“Wow! You’re acting like you don’t know anything without even blinking?”
“...”
“You, you thought I didn’t know anything when I was young, but you know about the existence of that castle?”
Ryan looked around, whispered in a low voice, and held up five fingers.
"Listen carefully. I'm the fifth in my family and the youngest in the direct line. And my mother passed away when I was ten."
“Oh, yes.”
“It may also be that my father, a human being, impregnated my mother five times to give birth to many people with supernatural powers, which weakened her body.”
“...”
"The decisive reason my mother was so shocked and ill was that my father built Windsor Castle. He began openly raising children born outside of the family there."
That's right. All of my father's illegitimate children were raised at Windsor Castle.
I am one of them.
“You grew up in Wassenberg, right?”
Ryan questioned me again, watching me remain silent.
“…Yes. Maybe?”
"What's that supposed to be? Be sure! Your biological father is the Duke of Wassenberg. I'm your half-brother, technically, with a twelve-year age difference."
“...”
“You knew it all, didn’t you!”
“I know, but...”
Finally, I admitted it and quietly grabbed Ryan's sleeve.
“What is there!”
“I’m incompetent... If I go around saying I’m the Duke’s biological daughter, I’ll be in big trouble. I might even die...”
“What the heck?”
“So, oh... brother? Since you’re also incompetent, I’ll pretend to be your daughter.”
I said it as pitifully as I could, wriggling my toes.
“Can I not call you dad?”
"Huh."
Ryan, who was dumbfounded, pinched my cheek.
“This is so shameless.”
“Eww! Aha! Aha!”
Surrender, surrender! I slapped the back of his hand, but Ryan just chuckled.
At that time.
Suddenly, something caught my eye as he pinched my cheek.
The inside of Ryan's left forearm.
Twelve knife marks, each with a slightly different degree of severity.
‘I saw this briefly earlier...’
Upon closer inspection, it was clear. It was a hand-carved wound.
Ryan must have sensed my gaze as he quickly lowered his sleeve and turned around.
'Oh, the atmosphere has become strange.'
Silence.
Ryan just walked without saying a word.
What is that scar?
Do you deliberately hurt yourself whenever you can't control your desire for revenge?
I couldn't even imagine how wronged and angry he would feel.
A man who was abandoned by his father, falsely accused of being a murderer, and spent half his life imprisoned in a concentration camp.
'It would be nice if you could at least explain to me that you're not a real criminal.'
Then I could tell you that I believe in you. If that could offer you even a little comfort.
“Dad, did you really kill all the people in that village?”
"Uh."
"really?"
"Uh."
“How can you do that when you are incompetent?”
"If you're incompetent, can't you kill? I took the lives of all the people I met. And I even set the village on fire to destroy the evidence."
“Oh, I see.”
As I was answering sullenly, Ryan suddenly stopped dead in his tracks.
"Hey."
"Yes."
“I’m crazy.”
"Yes?"
"You know what I'm accused of. If you don't, you might fall into my hands, too. So run away now."
Suddenly?
Ryan took out a few of my clothes, draped them over his shoulder, and then handed me the suitcase containing the remaining gold bars.
“Go when you get a chance.”
I was flustered. After coming all this way together, why would you suddenly leave?
“Ouch! Wait a minute!”
Ryan quickly moved away.
Had I done something wrong? I couldn't read his sudden change of heart.
'I knew you'd try to tear me apart someday.'
This situation was expected.
What if Ryan abandons me, who is nothing more than a burden?
'I have to show off the cards I have and prove their usefulness.'
So, I was thinking of unlocking some of my abilities.
‘But here it’s a bit...’
I looked around anxiously in the crowded city center. At my own pace, I couldn't keep up with Ryan, who was moving away with determination.
'Oh, no!'
How do I catch that guy?
***
Ryan rolled up his sleeves, trying hard to ignore the sound of Vania's footsteps trailing behind him.
Twelve scars.
It was a scar that Ryan personally carved once a year while counting the years of imprisonment in the camp.
To endure the pain of tearing at his flesh, to whip himself whenever his will to seek revenge fades.
'I have work to do.'
Revenge.
No, revenge is just a plausible excuse.
He intended to end his rotten family with his own hands, knowing full well that he was the only one capable of doing so.
'Let's not be weak-hearted.'
Today, he met a younger sister he didn't even know existed.
...Should I just keep living with her?
Yeah, Ryan had that crazy thought for a moment on his way here.
Even though he made a shelter for her, she wouldn't go in. The little hand that had been patting her brother's back for three hours, worried about his seasickness, might have felt particularly affectionate to Ryan, who was so desperate for people.
But it was nonsense.
Because he has work to do.
He never thought about what would happen after he finished his revenge, but he felt it a little while ago when he met people.
The stigma of being a vicious criminal.
And if he succeeds in his revenge, he will also be branded as an unfilial son of the man who killed his father.
Vania was a child who could have lived a normal life, but was simply kicked out of her family.
As long as they don't get involved in a relationship like father-daughter or brother-sister.
'I was planning on breaking it up anyway.'
In that case, it would have been better to let go before he got too attached.
At that time.
“Daddy!!!”
Ryan stood still.
In the heart of a bustling port city, the bustling surroundings suddenly became quiet at the sound of a voice calling for her father.
“Don’t leave me!”
Ryan swallowed hard and rolled his eyes. People were glancing at him.
Ryan turned around hesitantly.
Vania was crying with a pitiful look on her face, carrying a suitcase as big as her body.
“Oh, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t scared of Dad! You could really kill me!”
"No..."
Ryan looked around in confusion. He saw people whispering.
What? He's killing her. Whisper, whisper.
Is this child abuse? Whisper whisper.
Of course, their whispers weren't actually heard, but Ryan guessed that was what was going on.
“Still, still... Even though we just met today, I’m still your daughter...”
Wow. You didn't even raise it? Whisper whisper.
Even neglect? Whisper whisper.
Ryan became lost in thought. Child abuse in this country carries heavy penalties. Now that he's not even a minor, he figures he'll probably get around 50 years.
It's shocking to imagine himself, 74 years old, being released from prison, his skinny legs shaking and saying, "Hol, ho, ho... I am the 62-year-old Abyssinian..."
Vania continued to mutter with a frightened expression, not knowing whether she knew what Ryan was thinking or not.
“Of course, Lord, dying is too scary...”
Gyaaaaak!
Ryan screamed inwardly and ran quickly.
Whether it was acting or being serious, he didn't know what that cute and cheeky kid was thinking, but he had to keep his mouth shut and watch.
“But Dad... ahh!”
“Oh, oh, my daughter!”
Ryan quickly picked up Vania and hugged her tightly.
“Hey, cutie~? Why are you acting like this just because Daddy played a prank~? Don’t cry, don’t cry! Woofwoof~ Peekaboo!”
“...”
Ryan looked around, sweat dripping down his face.
The girl wearing an umbrella happened to look at Ryan, and when their eyes met, she quickened her pace.
What's that woman? Isn't she going to call the military police? Ryan hurriedly reached out.
"No!"
“...What is it?”
“I don’t know what it is, but it’s not like that.”
The girl left in disgust.
Yeah, Ryan had that crazy thought for a moment on his way here.
Even though he made a shelter for her, she wouldn't go in. The little hand that had been patting her brother's back for three hours, worried about his seasickness, might have felt particularly affectionate to Ryan, who was so desperate for people.
But it was nonsense.
Because he has work to do.
He never thought about what would happen after he finished his revenge, but he felt it a little while ago when he met people.
The stigma of being a vicious criminal.
And if he succeeds in his revenge, he will also be branded as an unfilial son of the man who killed his father.
Vania was a child who could have lived a normal life, but was simply kicked out of her family.
As long as they don't get involved in a relationship like father-daughter or brother-sister.
'I was planning on breaking it up anyway.'
In that case, it would have been better to let go before he got too attached.
At that time.
“Daddy!!!”
Ryan stood still.
In the heart of a bustling port city, the bustling surroundings suddenly became quiet at the sound of a voice calling for her father.
“Don’t leave me!”
Ryan swallowed hard and rolled his eyes. People were glancing at him.
Ryan turned around hesitantly.
Vania was crying with a pitiful look on her face, carrying a suitcase as big as her body.
“Oh, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t scared of Dad! You could really kill me!”
"No..."
Ryan looked around in confusion. He saw people whispering.
What? He's killing her. Whisper, whisper.
Is this child abuse? Whisper whisper.
Of course, their whispers weren't actually heard, but Ryan guessed that was what was going on.
“Still, still... Even though we just met today, I’m still your daughter...”
Wow. You didn't even raise it? Whisper whisper.
Even neglect? Whisper whisper.
Ryan became lost in thought. Child abuse in this country carries heavy penalties. Now that he's not even a minor, he figures he'll probably get around 50 years.
It's shocking to imagine himself, 74 years old, being released from prison, his skinny legs shaking and saying, "Hol, ho, ho... I am the 62-year-old Abyssinian..."
Vania continued to mutter with a frightened expression, not knowing whether she knew what Ryan was thinking or not.
“Of course, Lord, dying is too scary...”
Gyaaaaak!
Ryan screamed inwardly and ran quickly.
Whether it was acting or being serious, he didn't know what that cute and cheeky kid was thinking, but he had to keep his mouth shut and watch.
“But Dad... ahh!”
“Oh, oh, my daughter!”
Ryan quickly picked up Vania and hugged her tightly.
“Hey, cutie~? Why are you acting like this just because Daddy played a prank~? Don’t cry, don’t cry! Woofwoof~ Peekaboo!”
“...”
Ryan looked around, sweat dripping down his face.
The girl wearing an umbrella happened to look at Ryan, and when their eyes met, she quickened her pace.
What's that woman? Isn't she going to call the military police? Ryan hurriedly reached out.
"No!"
“...What is it?”
“I don’t know what it is, but it’s not like that.”
The girl left in disgust.
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