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TWRO 44

TWRO

Chapter 44

“How did you know that?”

Sir Aiden was visibly flustered. I shrugged my shoulders. After a moment of hesitation, he confessed.

“Inette…”

Inette? I wished he would just finish his sentence. I was so curious about who Inette was.

“…Yeah. Inette told me.”

“What kind of person was she?”

“Inette? She was…”

Sir Aiden’s gaze wandered back into the past. Unconsciously, a warm smile, like sunlight touching his face, spread across his lips.

I couldn’t take my eyes off that smile. At the same time, I felt a sting of jealousy.

Who on earth was she for him to smile like that? What kind of relationship did they have?

‘Did you get that scar on your cheek protecting her…?’

The question rose to my throat but I couldn’t bring myself to ask. I was afraid the answer would be yes.

Sir Aiden cautiously asked me,

“How do you feel about the name Inette?”

“…It’s just a name.”

That was a lie. I disliked the name Inette. I didn’t like it—partly because of Sienna.

He examined my expression carefully. I felt embarrassed, thinking he might notice my sour mood.

My face flushed with the thought that my petty feelings had been exposed.

“Just a name?”

“Yes. Should I feel something else?”

“No, no. That’s not what I meant…”

“Seems like it’s a special name for you, Sir Aiden.”

I waited for an answer, but Sir Aiden only hesitated and said nothing.

“By the way… how’s that revenge plan going? The one you mentioned?”

Trying to change the subject, he diverted his gaze. I answered while suppressing my discomfort.

“Yes. It’s going well.”

“Really? That’s good to hear. Won’t you tell me what kind of revenge it is?”

“It’s a secret. I’m tired, so I’ll go rest now.”

I gave a clumsy excuse, quickly stood up, and dashed out of the study.

‘What’s wrong with me?’

My own cold tone sounded unfamiliar to me.

I was never like this when I was with the Crown Prince…

Feeling confused, I fanned my flushed face.

Looks like my nonexistent puberty was finally kicking in.


* * *

“My lady! There’s a reply!”

“Really? Hurry, bring it here! Quickly!”

Amelia snatched the letter from the panting maid.

She tore open the envelope and read the contents hurriedly, her face turning bright red.

The maid, noticing something was wrong, asked cautiously,

“My lady, what’s the matter?”

“What is this…?”

“Pardon?”

“What is this! What the hell is this!”

Amelia screamed in humiliation.

The letter was already crumpled beyond recognition in her hands.

Startled, the maid trembled and asked,

“Wh-what’s wrong?”

“It was Selena! Selena! She was that girl from Estarion!”

“What do you mean?”

The maid didn’t understand. They had written to her fully aware of the name Selena Rayon.

Amelia stomped her feet in rage.

“Damn Selena Rayon was that girl from Estarion! And I sent her a letter practically begging her!”

“I-I heard she was kicked out of her family…”

“How did a beggar wandering the streets gain this much power?! This makes no sense!”

“Oh my…”

“Get the carriage ready! I’m going straight to the Estarion Count’s house!”

Amelia stormed off, her footsteps loud and angry.

She stuffed the crumpled letter into her handbag.

[“…If you want to receive perfume ingredients, how about silencing Sienna’s mouth first? Oh, wait, you probably don’t have the guts for that, do you? Well… I guess I can understand. You only showed your true colors after I ended up like this. Coward… But still…”]

The confession that Selena Rayon was actually Selena Estarion was more than enough to enrage Amelia.

The fact that the person she had humbly written to—someone she’d always felt inferior to—was that Selena crushed her pride.

And naturally, this fury was taken out on Sienna.


* * *

An angry voice filled Sienna’s room.

“Shouldn’t the family get rid of that fake once and for all? How could you let a letter from her reach me?! How!”

“I’m sorry, Amelia. I should’ve been more careful…”

Sienna still didn’t hold real power.

She was busy just trying to adjust to the Count’s household. Any social connections she had were borrowed from Amelia and Shion, not truly her own.

So she had no choice but to endure Amelia’s outburst.

This was exactly what Selena had aimed for.

Pressuring Sienna’s surroundings and making others angry was far more effective than provoking Sienna directly.

“I’ve kept quiet about everything happening in this house because of my long friendship with the Count’s family! Is this how you repay me?”

“I have no excuse. I’m truly sorry.”

Sienna felt like she was back to being a lowly maid.

Apologizing and bowing for something she hadn’t even done wrong—this was something only powerless, lowborn people did.

Despite wearing fine clothes and receiving noble treatment, here she was again, bowing her head like a fool.

Her body trembled with humiliation.

Amelia, thinking Sienna was deeply shocked, calmed her tone.

“Sienna. If you really want to settle down properly in noble society, you’d better act without mistakes. That’s a sincere piece of advice.”

“Thank you… for saying that.”

“No, I was too upset today. I’ll get going now.”

After Amelia left, Sienna bit her lip hard and took deep breaths.

She had never imagined powerless Selena could still have this much influence.

“I won’t let this slide.”

Grinding her teeth, Sienna immediately headed to Count Estarion’s office.

At the door, she composed her face.

She erased her venomous expression and summoned a sad look instead.

Then she knocked softly.

“Who is it?” came Shion’s voice.

“It’s me!”

“You may come in.”

When she entered, the Count and Shion were in the middle of a serious conversation.

They gave her a brief nod but continued talking.

“His Highness the Crown Prince is personally leading the effort to eradicate drug dealers, but I doubt how effective it will be.”

“Yes. No matter how many we eliminate, they keep coming back like a disease.”

“True. As long as the sick citizens use drugs to numb their pain, it’ll be an endless war.”

“But without universal access to pain-relief potions, the problem can’t truly be solved. Yet we can’t just ignore it either.”

“His Highness will inevitably come into conflict with the temple. We must prepare for that.”

Sienna sat quietly, listening.

She didn’t know much about politics, but she could tell this was a highly important conversation.

“The Crown Prince and the temple will likely ask us to mediate. After all, we have Crukus on our side.”

“Yes, that’s true. But first, the drug issue must be addressed urgently. His Majesty is also keeping a close eye on this matter.”

“Indeed…”

Their discussion went on endlessly.

Sienna hoped her presence would prompt them to end their talk and focus on her—but such things only happened in novels.

The Estarion Count’s house was an old, prestigious noble family. Though they held several imperial positions, they were also under heavy scrutiny.

With the Emperor’s health failing and the Crown Prince expected to ascend soon, they had to be extra cautious.

Regardless of their affection for Sienna, work came first.

After more than twenty minutes, Sienna decided to give them a hint.

Ahem… Hmph.

After a few exaggerated coughs, both the Count and Shion finally looked her way.

“We got too caught up in discussion. Sienna, I heard Amelia visited you. What was that about?”

“Father… actually…”

Her voice trembled violently. The Count and Shion exchanged startled glances.

Until now, Sienna had always seemed cheerful and resilient.

Even when struggling to adapt, she quickly found courage.

For her to tear up the moment she spoke… It meant something serious had happened.

“What’s wrong?”

“Brother… Actually… Amelia came to me today and gave me a warning.”

“Tell us in detail. Why would she do that?”

Sienna pretended to hesitate, sniffled, then spoke.

“Not long ago… I saw Selena.”

“Selena?”

“She was selling painkillers. As you know, such things are made with narcotics or dark magic… It worried me that she might get caught by the Inquisition again, so I warned her. But then…”

Tears welled up in her eyes again. Shion clenched his teeth.

“She held a grudge and harassed Amelia. That’s why Amelia warned me. What should we do about this?”

“She harassed Amelia?”

“Yes. Something about perfume business… She’s been sending letters. But please leave that matter to Amelia. She seemed determined to handle it herself.”

“Alright. Don’t worry. More importantly… Selena… Oh, Sienna, my poor child, don’t cry.”

As Sienna shed fake tears, the Count embraced her with a distressed look.

“Where did you see Selena? I’ll handle her myself.”

Shion gritted his teeth. The Count stopped him.

“Hold it. This isn’t something you should dirty your hands with.”

“But father! We can’t let her run wild.”

“No matter how disgraced she is, she once bore the Estarion name. If you act rashly, it could damage both Sienna and your future.”

“Damn it…”

“I’ll quietly take care of this myself. Shion, stay put. Sienna, you too. Calm yourself.”

“Father…”

Sienna, crying in his arms, let her eyes gleam coldly and wickedly.

There were about fifty days left until the Spring Ball.

Before then, she had to eliminate Selena and ensure her own perfect debut in the social world.

Pretending to suppress her tears, she again appealed dramatically to the Count.

“Please… Stop Selena. I’m so scared she’ll ruin my reputation.”

“Of course. This father will take care of it. My poor, poor daughter.”

Neither the Count nor Shion noticed the cruel glint in Sienna’s tear-filled eyes.

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I Thought I Was The Real One

I Thought I Was The Real One

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Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Released: 2023 Native Language: Korean
It is said that she was switched with a maid’s daughter when she was kidnapped, despite being raised as the daughter of a prestigious count. All my anger was directed towards Sena, who suffered as a maid when she was actually the real daughter. “I’m barely holding back the urge to drag you out into the pouring rain and stab you,” my brother’s words became a dagger. “Why should I help you? What benefit do I gain from helping you?” After being driven out of the family, friends turned their backs on me, and my beloved fiancé mocked me. The only person who approached me was a low-born slave’s son and war hero, Aiden Calypso. Having just become a noble, he asked me to become his etiquette teacher, saying he needed a family tutor. “30 gold. With this salary, I could accumulate enough money to leave this house in just months.” With nowhere else to go, I became his family tutor. He started a business with the accumulated salary and became rich. And I proved that I was the real one. Then those who abandoned me came to me and begged. “My baby, my daughter. I’m sorry. Come back home.” It’s funny. When I shouted that I was the real one, they turned their backs on me. “It’s too late to apologize now. Regret is your responsibility.” * * * “If it’s hard, lean on me. Even if you can’t be a tree with good bloodline, I can be a bush that blocks the wind.” My disciple, Aiden Calypso, smiled and put his arm around my shoulder. His light smile, but his gaze was as hot as ever. Only then did I realize.   Becoming a family tutor was just an excuse for everything. He wanted me from the beginning.

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