"Roselyn! Where are you going?"
"Hey, are you crazy?"
Roselyn flinched at the rough hand pulling from behind.
Cherty, who had turned deathly pale and stiffened, recoiled backward when he saw Roselyn approaching.
“Please let go.”
"Let go? What do you mean let go! When that bastard ends up like that, the best thing to do is just lock him up here until he calms down...!"
Ian Bellion roughly pulled Roselyn.
Roselyn stood there, frowning.
"Because you keep avoiding it like that, my father still hasn't been able to control his abilities."
Roselyn spoke briefly.
"What...?"
“Please let go.”
Roselyn muttered briefly and strode toward Cherty.
"I told you not to come".
Cherty scowled fiercely and raised his voice.
However, his tightly constricted pupils showed that he was already extremely tense.
"They always say that you are more of a nuisance when you come..."
"If Father doesn't control that, I'll die."
Roselyn said.
Cherty's shoulders shook suddenly.
Splash, hiss-!
The shoes she was wearing began to melt.
“Don’t come...!”
The shouting voices had quieted down a bit compared to before.
It was because he was afraid of the repercussions his rampage might have on her.
'So this is the Abyss's rampage.'
Roselyn took another step while thinking.
Ssssh-.
The shoes began to melt in the dangerous purple venom.
'Abyss'
It was a special ability, also known as an extraordinary ability.
In the sense that the origin of the ability to awaken with an unspecified probability is unknown, it carries the meaning of 'abyss'.
It was called Jin in ancient language.
A person who awakens the Abyss gains special abilities different from those of humans.
'I knew my father had a special ability, but...'
She didn't know it was this kind of ability.
This was because Roselyn had never seen him use his abilities.
There were sometimes cases where the owner had difficulty controlling certain abysses.
So, young children who lacked control, or adults with an Abyss whose power was too strong to control, suppressed their abilities by wearing accessories made of stones called Soul Stones.
You could say that the more accessories made of soul stones you wear, the stronger the ability is.
Cherty was wearing three bracelets on each arm.
As if that weren't enough, he was also wearing a small piercing above his earring and as many as seven rings.
Duke Bellion also wore a considerable number of ornaments, but Cherty was even more so.
Even so, whenever Cherty's emotions ran high, his abilities would flow out uncontrollably like this.
Cherty Bellion, who awakened at the moment of birth, was regarded as a nasty child born after killing the midwife and his mother.
He was solitary and lonely, and always alone.
Because if he's alone, no one will get hurt.
"Don't come..."
Cherty's voice was now trembling.
He couldn't believe it.
While everyone else was fleeing in terror, his daughter, with a composed face, approached him as if nothing were wrong, stepping on the deadly poison flowing from his body.
It's as if he wished all of this were a dream.
"Father, actually, I wouldn't really care if I died."
Cherty's eyes widened at Roselyn's words.
"I don't really have any lingering regrets. I've even died once."
Roselyn didn't even glance at the poison melting her shoes.
Rather, it was Cherty and those behind him who were anxious.
“You know, father.”
Roselyn cautiously opened her mouth.
"I have one question."
Strictly speaking, the man in front of her was not Roselyn's real father.
Strictly speaking, yeah.
There is no one left to ask this.
Because you couldn't ask a dead person.
However, Roselyn felt a sense of unease.
If the person in this parallel world is really similar to the person in the world she lived in...
Why on earth did the father in the world she lived in die?
'If Father's Abyss is poison, he should be immune to all poisons...'
Why didn't Father notice the cowardly trick Lady Carmel used?
"If someone immune to all poisons in the world were to die from poison, why would that be?"
What is the reason why a person who never dies dies?
Cherty paused at Roselyn's question.
Cherty, who had been scrutinizing Roselyn with meaningful eyes, finally spoke after a long while.
"...It must be because his body gave up on detoxifying the poison."
At Cherty's words, Roselyn stopped abruptly this time.
Yes.
It was an answer that was somewhat expected.
Roselyn lowered her gaze and let out a short breath.
If there were a time when a perfect immortal would die, when would it be?
That would probably be when the immortal gave up living on their own.
When all the cells in the body have given up working anymore.
Or when you think about killing yourself.
'Why?'
Roselyn wanted to ask.
However, since there was nothing more she could ask the dead person, she simply remained silent.
Roselyn was standing in front of Cherty before anyone realized it.
Cherty reached out a pale hand at Roselyn's half-melted shoe and paused.
"I always thought my father disliked me. That I couldn't meet your expectations."
"..."
Cherty's eyes, which had been slightly hidden by his long bangs, widened.
'But if...'
If it weren't for that.
Roselyn's eyes sank heavily.
"...Rose."
A pale hand reached out and carefully grasped the hem of Roselyn's dress.
"That can't be....."
Cherty's voice trembled slightly as he clutched the hem of his coat.
At the same time, Roselyn slowly raised her hand as if to embrace him, and...
She pushed her finger through the slightly parted gap in Cherty's mouth and shoved what she was holding into his throat.
Gulp.
It was a super-powerful sleeping pill in pill form.
Of course, it is a sleeping pill that works only for those who have awakened the Abyss.
'It was a good thing I made it just in case.'
It was a drug for the Abyss that wasn't available now but would be created a few years later.
'To be precise, it is closer to a sedative, but...'
Cherty, with his eyes wide open, instinctively moved his Adam's apple, and soon his body leaned forward.
"You don't have...."
Seeing Cherty fall to the floor with a thud, Roselyn hurriedly stepped back and took off her shoes.
"Wow, I seriously thought my feet were melting."
She muttered softly and lifted her head.
Three Bellions were looking at Roselyn with surprised expressions.
It was a look as if something he had been expecting had been completely shattered.
“...Why are you doing this?”
Roselyn asked, tossing the melted shoes aside without a second thought.
"...No, I thought my niece was finally going to share a touching hug with this dreary guy."
Roselyn chuckled softly at Aegis's words.
"Does it change anything if I do that now?"
Roselyn asked with a puzzled expression.
"And I didn't hear the rest. I guess he fainted."
Roselyn glanced at her father, whom Aegis had slung over his shoulder, and added.
"The Nolang Mine will be up for auction soon, so it would be a good idea to buy it."
Roselyn spoke and gestured to a maid nearby.
"Guys, bring some shoes you can wear, even your own."
"Oh. Yes! Understood."
Roselyn looked at Duke Bellion again.
"Marquis Garen is likely after it as well. It looks like we might be able to get it for a pittance, but he will probably bid around 1 billion. So, just in case, I think it would be good for you to bid around 2.5 billion."
Duke Bellion said nothing.
"Pfft, Nolang Mine? Isn't that a mine where nothing but trash comes out? It's a place with nothing but worthless, cheap amber buried there, so who on earth would buy that huge rock? Even a dog would laugh if it walked by."
Roselyn wore an indifferent expression despite Ian Bellion's harsh words.
"Of course, purchasing is optional."
"Anyway, don't jump in stupidly like you did earlier. Do you know who he is? He was born after killing his own mother..."
“Ian!”
Ian pouted and snorted at Aegis's fierce voice.
Roselyn opened her mouth.
"Roselyn."
"Yes, Your Excellency, Duke."
Upon hearing Roselyn's answer, Duke Bellion narrowed his eyes in displeasure and twitched his eyebrows once.
"Call me Grandfather. My only granddaughter has no affection for me."
"..."
Roselyn narrowed her eyebrows at Duke Bellion's curt remark.
"Look, my friends are bragging every day about what their granddaughters did for them... acting all sweet and charming, asking to go shopping together."
"Did your friends' granddaughters go along and ask you to buy them something?"
"...Well. That's what I heard."
Duke Bellion nodded reluctantly at Roselyn's words.
At that, Roselyn nodded calmly, as if she understood.
"It's just because she needs a wallet since she feels it's a waste to spend her own money."
Duke Bellion paused at Roselyn's dry words.
It was because he never imagined such words would come back to him.
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