"... What to say."
"Try to convey it well, even from the grave."
As Galio turned around again, Edward was already closing the door and going back inside the mansion.
The shabby wooden building began to be covered again like a magnificent Western-style mansion.
"...Brother! When will Mom come?"
"I want to meet Dad and Mom!"
"I miss Roselyn's mom..."
At that moment, Galio's eyes widened at the words heard from inside.
“...Who?”
It was the moment Galio, with his eyes wide open, spun around.
Thud!
The door was closed.
"...Roselyn, Bellion!!"
Again.
That woman interfered again.
'Right, the dream wasn't wrong.'
The problem is the woman's existence.
Galio, with his eyes wide open, clenched his fist tightly.
'...I'll have to kill her myself.'
He strode away from the mansion. As Galio disappeared, the mansion door opened slightly again.
"Even if a man like that comes looking for you, absolutely do not kill him. Just subtly let him know I'm here and send him away. Got it?"
Edward frowned.
He didn't know why on earth she said that, but he did as she told him.
'I didn't really expect him to come, though.'
Eventually, Edward went back into the mansion and closed the door.
Silence fell over the surroundings.
***
"Roselyn, you...!"
As soon as she set foot in the duchy, Roselyn clasped her hands together demurely in front of her as she watched her father stride towards her from the entrance as if he had been waiting.
“You keep...!"
"Sorry."
And she struck first.
She lowered her eyelids and opened her mouth with a slightly subdued gaze.
"I was wrong..."
Certi, who had a lot to say, gaped, then turned his head sharply to look at Marquis Wilbreed, the High Priest, Arma, and the gloomy daytime Batar.
Cherti, who had been watching Arma and Batar, cast a fierce glare at Geran Wilbreed.
"Do you have no common sense? I suppose the children are young, but how could a fully grown adult take the only Princess to a monster forest? It hardly felt like a subjugation, considering it was just a few priests and knights!"
Roselyn turned her gaze away from her father, who was shouting fiercely, and glanced at Geran Wilbreed.
Geran looked at Roselyn for a moment, shrugged his shoulders, and spoke nonchalantly.
"I'm sorry about that. I didn't really mean to. However..."
Geran smiled and looked at Cherty Bellion.
"It seems like you are raising her like a hothouse flower, but am I mistaken?"
"Of course...!"
Cherty, with wide eyes, reached out and hid Roselyn behind him, then spoke.
"It’s not a delusion! You might think that way because you don’t have a daughter, but she is my only daughter. It is a parent’s heart not to make her do any hard labor."
"Sometimes, there are flowers that need to be rolled in rough places to grow."
Geran scanned Roselyn once, adding meaningfully.
“No, there is no need.”
Certi said firmly.
"It is enough for Roselyn to grow up seeing only good things; she doesn't need to see bad things."
"...Oh dear, it’s a pity that parents and children have different ways of thinking."
Garen Wilbreed, who knew exactly what Roselyn was plotting, simply felt sorry for his opponent.
"She successfully subdued them, didn't she? She even managed to capture the Monster Forest. I think that is a commendable achievement..."
"I don't need it. I lived just fine without that kind of thing. I don't even want to need the hands of such a small child."
Purple mist swirled around Certi Bellion.
Unlike when it tried to attack everything around it indiscriminately, it was a poisonous fog that clearly threatened only Geran.
'...Your control has improved quite a bit in the meantime.'
Geran was simply impressed.
Because the ability was so strong that it could not be controlled, he thought it would take at least several more years.
"You'll understand when you have a daughter, too."
Garen Wilbreed paused.
He looked up, wondering if the other person was mocking him for not having children or for not having a harmonious marital relationship.
However, Certi seemed to genuinely think so.
Garen Wilbreed frowned at the sight of that expression. It was because he could not understand him.
"Do not approach my daughter."
Roselyn is not weak.
She was quite steadfast, and Garen Wilbreed acknowledged this as well.
However, Cherty would act as if she were some extremely fragile wild grass.
Finding it quite fascinating and surprising, Geran rubbed his chin with a slightly subtle expression.
"I haven't approached her, though..."
"Don't even come near her."
"You're asking for a difficult request."
The man shrugged his shoulders and glanced at Roselyn.
The person who would normally have intervened to stop them was staring down at the hand Certain was holding.
"How can a person without a daughter live with such sorrow?"
"Then the Marquis should have a daughter, too."
Garen Wilbreed shrugged at the growling voice that sounded provocative and triumphant.
"Actually, it is scheduled to happen soon."
He looked at Roselyn with a meaningful gaze and spoke. Roselyn rubbed the back of her neck and smiled sweetly.
"Dad, let's go inside first."
"...I have a lot to tell you."
"Yes, I have something to say as well."
Roselyn slowly nodded.
“What do you want to say?”
Cherty questioned Roselyn's meaningful remark, but she did not answer further.
'Ah, how do I tell them I'm going to die for a while?'
Roselyn racked her brains, hoping that her father would not go berserk.
Of course, no clear and proper answer emerged at all.
***
It was a night when the moonlight poured down.
Roselyn, who was sitting on the headboard of the bed reading a book, slowly tilted her head back and traced back what she had done.
She looked down at the shabby seven-stone bracelet, of which only a blue stone and a half-sized yellow stone remained.
The purple stone was crafted into an Abyss Weapon containing Albus's Abyss and processed into the shape of a ring.
Roselyn, who had been looking down at the silver ring on her left index finger, shifted her gaze again and slowly inhaled.
'Everything is ready.'
She was fully prepared.
Nevertheless, she wasn't very sure that she would be able to return properly.
All that remains is to wait for the right time.
'The captain of the guard, now a fugitive, will surely come to kill me.'
She interfered with everything he did at every turn.
This time as well, he must have realized from Edward that Roselyn had visited the mansion in the monster forest.
Roselyn calmly set up the plan one by one.
She cut off his limbs and, with the help of Geren Wilbreed, cut off his funding.
She stared blankly at the chessboard placed on one side of the side table.
While the black chess pieces are packed tightly, there is only one white chess piece, the king, standing all alone.
It was a whole scheme she had devised.
From the moment she braced herself for death, she was already being ensnared by spiderwebs one by one.
'Garen Wilbreed played a big role.'
Thanks to him showing Captain Galio of the Royal Guard what happened in the original world, things became much easier.
' ..I came up with the idea based on a dream Dad and Arma had, though I didn't actually think we could do it.'
Roselyn hugged her knees and slowly buried her cheek.
'It looks like you made a deal with a truly formidable devil.'
She didn't even know that demons existed, but she certainly didn't know she would meet a contractor like this.
'It seems the child with the Wind Abyss rescued from Landarin is being looked after by the Marchioness...'
It seemed that Ian Bellion was taking quite affectionate care of his aunt's illegitimate child, whom he had rescued this time.
Count Maximus Baldur was also in their hands.
They were able to lure the brothers Edward and Albus, who were the last remaining legs, over here.
'With this, I have severed all the limbs attached to Makluxa's King...'
Now, the only thing left is Makluxa's King.
Aside from Makluxa, she didn't think there were any major problems, but she hardly encountered any information before she died.
She doesn't know what might have happened in the meantime.
'Still, Geran will take care of that himself.'
Even for the sake of his own Marchioness.
Actually, she was lucky.
Garen Wilbreed was more helpful than expected, and Roselyn's family relationships were smoother than expected.
If they just deal with Makluxa's King, it will be a perfect future.
The kind of future she longed for back in her childhood, which she can no longer even remember.
Yes, that will be the future.
'...It's a waste.'
Actually, if she just closed her eyes and turned a blind eye for a moment, she could definitely be happy.
However, for that reason, Roselyn...
She has come to love her family so much.
With her blunt and indifferent personality, she wasn't very affectionate, so it wouldn't be obvious, but Roselyn could no longer ignore the existence of family that had fully permeated her life.
Knock knock.
There was a knocking sound.
'Did they arrive already?'
It was a quicker visit than expected.
It was the moment Roselyn, extremely nervous, clenched her fists tightly and shoved her hands under the pillow.
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