Episode 39. I threw dirt in my father's eyes
“Thank you for coming such a long way, Your Highness.”
"No."
Daemon bowed politely to the Grand Duke.
'I'm glad there's nothing to worry about.'
The Grand Duke had worried that Daemon might be shouting at Rose to get out. He was relieved to find his worries unfounded. He looked at the Serviats sitting in front of him. Rose's eyes, and even Daemon's, were all swollen. Rose's eyes were the most swollen of all. Seeing her so swollen that she couldn't even open them properly, the Grand Duke couldn't help but laugh.
“Ugh.”
Rose, who was sobbing and wiping away tears, raised her head at the sound of the Grand Duke's laughter.
'You weren't laughing at me, were you?'
Rose, who had been staring blankly at the Grand Duke, soon became certain that the Grand Duke's laughter had been directed at her. The Grand Duke, who met Rose's eyes, let out another laugh and turned his head away. Then, she forced her chapped lips shut. She was truly grateful that he had come all this way, despite her pain, but somehow, she found the Grand Duke's presence annoying. Still, Rose didn't show it. She didn't dare to question him for smiling.
“How is your body?”
The Grand Duke asked without even looking at Rose's face.
“Thanks to you, I’m feeling better.”
"Thank you so much, Your Highness. For carrying our daughter in your arms and walking all the way here."
Rivera looked at the Grand Duke with gratitude. The Serviat mansion was quite far from the square. Since housing prices were higher the closer they got to the square, their fallen family naturally had no choice but to settle in a quieter area. This mansion, too, was hardly a noble residence. To put it bluntly, it was more like a hut than a mansion. However, it was a fairly suitable place for two people to live. It even had two floors and a cellar.
“I came faster than I thought.”
The Grand Duke answered Rivera slowly. It wasn't a lie, as he hadn't walked but had teleported.
"I was so out of it I couldn't treat you to anything. At least have a meal before you go. I'll have it ready for you shortly."
“No, it’s okay.”
The Grand Duke rose from his seat and shook his head. He wanted to be considerate of them, whom he hadn't seen in a long time. But Rivera didn't seem to intend to let him go. She rushed to his side and took his hand.
Rose rolled her eyes awkwardly at Daemon's words. "You remember the Grand Duke? We... were we acquaintances?"
'The Grand Duke didn't really seem to know me.'
Of course, he did say "Countess Wence" when they first met, but that didn't mean they had a childhood connection. Rose looked at the Grand Duke with confused eyes. The Grand Dukecouldn't help but smile mysteriously at Rose's gaze.
‘...What is that laugh!’
"It seems I'm the only one who remembers my childhood memories. Unfortunately, I don't have any memories of myself."
The Grand Duke shrugged nonchalantly and spoke. A cold sweat ran down Rose's spine. The story of Rose's childhood, about which she had no information, left her feeling dizzy.
'No, calm down. It's surprising you remember, so it probably wasn't that deep of a connection.'
Rose tried to calm her pounding heart as she recalled what Daemon had said.
“Honey, can you help me carry the food?”
Just then, Rivera's voice called to Daemon from the kitchen. Daemon immediately got up and headed to the kitchen, interrupting the flow of conversation. Rose breathed a sigh of relief. Daemon and Rivera came out with their hands full of food. The aroma of the food was quite stimulating. Her mouth watered. It seemed her body reacted before she could even think, "This looks delicious."
‘...smells delicious.’
Rose, who hadn't eaten since morning, turned her gaze to the food. Daemon and Rivera continued to carry food to the table. Before she knew it, the table was so full it almost broke the legs. It was probably a table for six. The square table was so overflowing with food that there was no room to be found.
“I prepared it in a hurry, so there isn’t much to eat, but please eat a lot.”
Rivera, speaking to the Grand Duke with a shy smile, whispered to Rose, "Eat plenty." Rose lifted her plate with a clatter. Then, she took a sip of soup.
"It's good..."
She hadn't really expected much from the Countess, who had never cooked in her life. However, her three years of cooking experience were insignificant, and the food captivated Rose's palate. Rose quickly moved her spoon to satisfy her hunger.
“Honey, try this too.”
Rivera gazed lovingly at Rose. She watched Rose intently, as if she wouldn't miss a single moment of her presence, and slowly opened her mouth.
“But, you said you had good news?”
Rose stopped eating at Rivera's words and looked at her.
“Is the divorce news true?”
“Oh, how did you know?”
Had rumors already spread throughout the empire? Rose opened her eyes wide and looked at her mother.
“The Grand Duke told us when you were lying down.”
At that moment, Daemon, who had been sitting quietly eating food, joined the conversation.
“If you go that far, you’ll at least live well.”
He put down his dishes and stared at Rose.
"Honey!"
Rivera glared at Daemon, her eyes sharp. Perhaps it was a signal to Rose not to pay attention.
'You seem very angry... I guess it would be better to apologize properly, right?'
She knew full well that Rose in the original had driven a nail into their hearts. Though her circumstances were different, she, too, hadn't sought out her parents for three years. She was fully aware of how unfilial she had been.
“...You must have suffered a lot because of me.”
Rose spoke softly, playing with her fingernails.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t come to see you first.”
She always held the words "I miss you" and "I'm sorry" close to her heart. In her previous life, she'd died and couldn't say them, but not this life. Perhaps he hadn't anticipated the sincere apology that would follow, and Daemon's expression, once crumpled like a lone wolf, began to soften.
“Even if you went out like that, I should have contacted you first.”
"Are you sure you've made up your mind? You didn't fight that guy, did you?"
Daemon looked at her with distrust. Apparently, Rose, who had caused such a ruckus and left the house, was not very good. Rose, who had been staring at her finger, slowly lifted her eyes. She looked at Daemon and Rivera and spoke clearly.
“That’s not it. I’ll never set foot in the Wence family again. I have no intention of annulling this divorce.”
Rivera's face lit up with a smile at Rose's powerful voice. She rose from her seat and approached Rose. Then, taking Rose's hands, she spoke with a touch of emotion.
“Good idea, baby.”
Daemon spoke indifferently to Rose.
“Thank you for coming such a long way, Your Highness.”
"No."
Daemon bowed politely to the Grand Duke.
'I'm glad there's nothing to worry about.'
The Grand Duke had worried that Daemon might be shouting at Rose to get out. He was relieved to find his worries unfounded. He looked at the Serviats sitting in front of him. Rose's eyes, and even Daemon's, were all swollen. Rose's eyes were the most swollen of all. Seeing her so swollen that she couldn't even open them properly, the Grand Duke couldn't help but laugh.
“Ugh.”
Rose, who was sobbing and wiping away tears, raised her head at the sound of the Grand Duke's laughter.
'You weren't laughing at me, were you?'
Rose, who had been staring blankly at the Grand Duke, soon became certain that the Grand Duke's laughter had been directed at her. The Grand Duke, who met Rose's eyes, let out another laugh and turned his head away. Then, she forced her chapped lips shut. She was truly grateful that he had come all this way, despite her pain, but somehow, she found the Grand Duke's presence annoying. Still, Rose didn't show it. She didn't dare to question him for smiling.
“How is your body?”
The Grand Duke asked without even looking at Rose's face.
“Thanks to you, I’m feeling better.”
"Thank you so much, Your Highness. For carrying our daughter in your arms and walking all the way here."
Rivera looked at the Grand Duke with gratitude. The Serviat mansion was quite far from the square. Since housing prices were higher the closer they got to the square, their fallen family naturally had no choice but to settle in a quieter area. This mansion, too, was hardly a noble residence. To put it bluntly, it was more like a hut than a mansion. However, it was a fairly suitable place for two people to live. It even had two floors and a cellar.
“I came faster than I thought.”
The Grand Duke answered Rivera slowly. It wasn't a lie, as he hadn't walked but had teleported.
"I was so out of it I couldn't treat you to anything. At least have a meal before you go. I'll have it ready for you shortly."
“No, it’s okay.”
The Grand Duke rose from his seat and shook his head. He wanted to be considerate of them, whom he hadn't seen in a long time. But Rivera didn't seem to intend to let him go. She rushed to his side and took his hand.
“No. Please stay seated. I’d be so upset if you just left.”
Although she was as gentle as ever, the Grand Duke found her extremely uncomfortable.
The image of Rivera, with a cold expression, hurling harsh words, kept lingering in his mind. Rivera forced the frozen Grand Duke to sit down and hurried to the kitchen.
"Please have a meal before you go. It's been a while since we last saw each other, so it would be a shame to see you go. As your master, I feel very sorry to see Your Highness leave like this."
Daemon emphasized the word "master" and stared at the Grand Duke. The Grand Duke, who had been sitting awkwardly, let out a low sigh and nodded.
“...Since it is the Master’s request, I will eat before I go.”
The Grand Duke sat up straight. Rose, who had been listening to their conversation, widened her eyes at the revelation she'd been unaware of.
'Was Rose's father the Grand Duke's teacher?'
It was something she had no idea about. The book didn't explain each and every one of these relationships in a friendly way.
Although she was as gentle as ever, the Grand Duke found her extremely uncomfortable.
‘This fucking bastard… with nothing but spaghetti noodles in his head. Fuck, even if they hung him upside down and threw me to the crows, it wouldn’t satisfy my rage.’
"Please have a meal before you go. It's been a while since we last saw each other, so it would be a shame to see you go. As your master, I feel very sorry to see Your Highness leave like this."
Daemon emphasized the word "master" and stared at the Grand Duke. The Grand Duke, who had been sitting awkwardly, let out a low sigh and nodded.
“...Since it is the Master’s request, I will eat before I go.”
The Grand Duke sat up straight. Rose, who had been listening to their conversation, widened her eyes at the revelation she'd been unaware of.
'Was Rose's father the Grand Duke's teacher?'
It was something she had no idea about. The book didn't explain each and every one of these relationships in a friendly way.
‘If you can teach the Grand Duke, then you must be exceptionally good in one field...’
What kind of subject did Rose's father teach? She was curious, but she knew asking here would be met with strange reactions. Rose forced herself to suppress the rising curiosity and closed her mouth.
"By the way, it's fascinating. I never thought you'd remember His Highness the Grand Duke. Or, would you? You used to sing, 'Crown Prince, Crown Prince.'"
"...Yes?"
What kind of subject did Rose's father teach? She was curious, but she knew asking here would be met with strange reactions. Rose forced herself to suppress the rising curiosity and closed her mouth.
"By the way, it's fascinating. I never thought you'd remember His Highness the Grand Duke. Or, would you? You used to sing, 'Crown Prince, Crown Prince.'"
"...Yes?"
Rose rolled her eyes awkwardly at Daemon's words. "You remember the Grand Duke? We... were we acquaintances?"
'The Grand Duke didn't really seem to know me.'
Of course, he did say "Countess Wence" when they first met, but that didn't mean they had a childhood connection. Rose looked at the Grand Duke with confused eyes. The Grand Dukecouldn't help but smile mysteriously at Rose's gaze.
‘...What is that laugh!’
"It seems I'm the only one who remembers my childhood memories. Unfortunately, I don't have any memories of myself."
The Grand Duke shrugged nonchalantly and spoke. A cold sweat ran down Rose's spine. The story of Rose's childhood, about which she had no information, left her feeling dizzy.
'No, calm down. It's surprising you remember, so it probably wasn't that deep of a connection.'
Rose tried to calm her pounding heart as she recalled what Daemon had said.
“Honey, can you help me carry the food?”
Just then, Rivera's voice called to Daemon from the kitchen. Daemon immediately got up and headed to the kitchen, interrupting the flow of conversation. Rose breathed a sigh of relief. Daemon and Rivera came out with their hands full of food. The aroma of the food was quite stimulating. Her mouth watered. It seemed her body reacted before she could even think, "This looks delicious."
‘...smells delicious.’
Rose, who hadn't eaten since morning, turned her gaze to the food. Daemon and Rivera continued to carry food to the table. Before she knew it, the table was so full it almost broke the legs. It was probably a table for six. The square table was so overflowing with food that there was no room to be found.
“I prepared it in a hurry, so there isn’t much to eat, but please eat a lot.”
Rivera, speaking to the Grand Duke with a shy smile, whispered to Rose, "Eat plenty." Rose lifted her plate with a clatter. Then, she took a sip of soup.
"It's good..."
She hadn't really expected much from the Countess, who had never cooked in her life. However, her three years of cooking experience were insignificant, and the food captivated Rose's palate. Rose quickly moved her spoon to satisfy her hunger.
“Honey, try this too.”
Rivera gazed lovingly at Rose. She watched Rose intently, as if she wouldn't miss a single moment of her presence, and slowly opened her mouth.
“But, you said you had good news?”
Rose stopped eating at Rivera's words and looked at her.
“Is the divorce news true?”
“Oh, how did you know?”
Had rumors already spread throughout the empire? Rose opened her eyes wide and looked at her mother.
“The Grand Duke told us when you were lying down.”
At that moment, Daemon, who had been sitting quietly eating food, joined the conversation.
“If you go that far, you’ll at least live well.”
He put down his dishes and stared at Rose.
"Honey!"
Rivera glared at Daemon, her eyes sharp. Perhaps it was a signal to Rose not to pay attention.
'You seem very angry... I guess it would be better to apologize properly, right?'
She knew full well that Rose in the original had driven a nail into their hearts. Though her circumstances were different, she, too, hadn't sought out her parents for three years. She was fully aware of how unfilial she had been.
“...You must have suffered a lot because of me.”
Rose spoke softly, playing with her fingernails.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t come to see you first.”
She always held the words "I miss you" and "I'm sorry" close to her heart. In her previous life, she'd died and couldn't say them, but not this life. Perhaps he hadn't anticipated the sincere apology that would follow, and Daemon's expression, once crumpled like a lone wolf, began to soften.
“Even if you went out like that, I should have contacted you first.”
"Are you sure you've made up your mind? You didn't fight that guy, did you?"
Daemon looked at her with distrust. Apparently, Rose, who had caused such a ruckus and left the house, was not very good. Rose, who had been staring at her finger, slowly lifted her eyes. She looked at Daemon and Rivera and spoke clearly.
“That’s not it. I’ll never set foot in the Wence family again. I have no intention of annulling this divorce.”
Rivera's face lit up with a smile at Rose's powerful voice. She rose from her seat and approached Rose. Then, taking Rose's hands, she spoke with a touch of emotion.
“Good idea, baby.”
Daemon spoke indifferently to Rose.
"Yeah. Divorce is nothing. You can start fresh from now on."
Daemon picked up a large piece of meat. He tossed it onto Rose's plate with a thud. He then cut the meat into bite-sized pieces. Rose stared at Daemon. Sensing Rose's gaze, Daemon coughed a couple of times and spoke sharply.
“Are you all grown up and can’t even use a fork properly?”
'I was good at forking.'
It seems he wants to cut meat for Rose, whom he hasn't seen in a long time, but he's acting awkwardly. Rivera patted Daemon's side and spoke scoldingly.
"You too, stop it. It's been three years since I've seen my daughter."
"I told her they couldn't get married until she got dirt in my eyes, but she insisted on throwing dirt in my eyes and leaving. Is that all? I told her that if she took even one step forward, I would sever ties with her, but she ignored me and went to that parasitic brother."
Daemon had no intention of stopping. Instead, he continued to speak, as if expressing his anger. Just thinking about that day made his back ache. Thinking about Rose's actions, like scooping up a handful of dirt and throwing it directly into his eyes.
'Father, is it okay now that dirt has gotten into your eyes?'
He grabbed her by the back of her neck and threatened to cut off their relationship, but she wasn't even afraid.
"Then from today on, I will be Rose, not Rose de Serviat. No, I'm getting married soon anyway, so I'll be Rose de Wence."
It was Rose who had left home. So there was no way Daemon would forgive Rose so easily... Rose, why did you do that? What on earth did you like about that scoundrel Eric that you threw dirt in your parents’ eyes!
Daemon picked up a large piece of meat. He tossed it onto Rose's plate with a thud. He then cut the meat into bite-sized pieces. Rose stared at Daemon. Sensing Rose's gaze, Daemon coughed a couple of times and spoke sharply.
“Are you all grown up and can’t even use a fork properly?”
'I was good at forking.'
It seems he wants to cut meat for Rose, whom he hasn't seen in a long time, but he's acting awkwardly. Rivera patted Daemon's side and spoke scoldingly.
"You too, stop it. It's been three years since I've seen my daughter."
"I told her they couldn't get married until she got dirt in my eyes, but she insisted on throwing dirt in my eyes and leaving. Is that all? I told her that if she took even one step forward, I would sever ties with her, but she ignored me and went to that parasitic brother."
Daemon had no intention of stopping. Instead, he continued to speak, as if expressing his anger. Just thinking about that day made his back ache. Thinking about Rose's actions, like scooping up a handful of dirt and throwing it directly into his eyes.
'Father, is it okay now that dirt has gotten into your eyes?'
He grabbed her by the back of her neck and threatened to cut off their relationship, but she wasn't even afraid.
"Then from today on, I will be Rose, not Rose de Serviat. No, I'm getting married soon anyway, so I'll be Rose de Wence."
It was Rose who had left home. So there was no way Daemon would forgive Rose so easily... Rose, why did you do that? What on earth did you like about that scoundrel Eric that you threw dirt in your parents’ eyes!
Rose’s atrocities in the original novel left her speechless. Rose was speechless. Because it was obvious to anyone that it was her fault. She knew from reading the novel that Rose had run away from home and even attempted suicide to marry Eric. However, what Daemon had just said was something she had completely forgotten. Rose simply placed her hand on her forehead and made an awkward expression. She felt the Grand Duke's gaze from beside her. Rose slowly turned her head and met his eyes.
“You were harsh.”
He stared at Rose with a determined gaze. Then, he pointedly told her that she was wrong. It wasn't her fault, but the heroine's misdeeds in the original novel. But she couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.
“You were harsh.”
He stared at Rose with a determined gaze. Then, he pointedly told her that she was wrong. It wasn't her fault, but the heroine's misdeeds in the original novel. But she couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.
“I know that too.”
Rose pouted, her lips sticking out, and whispered to the Grand Duke. Then she decided to change the subject.
'Let's change the subject. Otherwise, we might spend the whole day hearing about Rose's misdeeds.'
She opened her mouth cautiously with an awkward smile.
Rose pouted, her lips sticking out, and whispered to the Grand Duke. Then she decided to change the subject.
'Let's change the subject. Otherwise, we might spend the whole day hearing about Rose's misdeeds.'
She opened her mouth cautiously with an awkward smile.
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