Juego cap 2

 

second episode

 

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“Tier, what are you doing here?”

 

The Marquis asked, with a different voice from the time he spoke to me.

 

Clatier entered the hall and put her hands on her waist and raised her eyebrows.

 

“Dad, you can’t be stepping on a child like that.”

 

The Marquis chuckled as he removed his foot from my shoulder.

 

“He’s a good boy to our tee, and he cares about all these kids.”

 

“Chi.”

 

Clatier’s lips were squeaky. A shy flush rose over her cheeks.

 

“It’s my birthday.”

 

“Yes, that’s why we’re cleaning the hall.”

 

“You don’t have to party in this big hall.”

 

Even so, the eyes of Clati E were shining with joy, whether a big life party was expected.

 

“It’s my daughter’s birthday, and I can do it.”

 

“Dad’s got a car.”

 

The light pink shoes stopped in front of me.

 

“Are you okay?”

 

A sweet voice fell over me like a petal.

 

I nodded, raising my torso.

 

“Then come on.”

 

Laughing, Clatier took the Marquis’ arm and stroked her hair in a loving way.

 

A friendly woman began to move the sound of the walk toward the door.

 

“Hile, Dad-- my shoes are wet with dirty soapy water.”

 

“Don’t worry about my dad buying you a new one.”

 

“Wow, Dad, the best!”

 

I stayed alone and looked at it.

 

The soapy water was soaking my whole body.

 

The door closed.

 

I looked at the door, which was tightly closed, and then bowed my head.

 

‘Let's clean it up.'

 

If you can't finish, you don't know what else you'll get punished for.

 

 

***

 

 

C-c-correct!

 

Thunder hit the ship.

 

I tried to germinate as much as I could, but it was quiet.

 

The navel clock was still screaming for rice.

 

I was punished by the Marquis for not cleaning the hall.

 

I was hit by a thirty-something bell with a whip-thin fly.

 

He said to me, who was sick and could not stand properly.

 

“There’s no dinner for a week today.”

 

That meant holding on to one meal a day.

 

Usually I only had two breakfasts and dinners.

 

It was also a proper meal, a nira hard bread and a ragless silver soup.

 

The Marquis left, and Clatier came in.

 

“Such a pity.”

 

Clatier kicked his tongue in pity at my bell Ari with a bruise.

 

“Don’t be too sorry, Dad, because he’s a fair-minded man, and it’s not fair to see you as my cousin and give me free rice.”

 

Even if you are a cousin, you and I are different.

 

Her eyes said so.

 

“You’ll have to work hard next time, Dad said, and you shouldn’t eat those who don’t work.”

 

Clatier smiled and left the room, as if she were proud of herself for encouraging her.

 

I was angry when I remembered that time.

 

'That rice…!'

 

Correct.

 

I want to say that I do not need that rice, but I was so hungry.

 

“I’m sick.

 

The empty stomach that I ate was sick and the hot calf was sick.

 

I have a short breath.

 

My breath is hot.

 

My head is blank.

 

'It's painful.'

 

I was just wearing cold wet clothes and I was going to catch a cold.

 

I hid in an old blanket, but the cold of winter night frozen my body.

 

The Marquis’s voice echoed in the heat and cold.

 

“You have to thank me.”

 

“Your father is irresponsibly leaving you here and not giving you child support.”

 

“So you’re going to have to pay for it, you know how much you eat? How much money it takes to cry you!”

 

“You haven’t paid for it again! Lazy! Thank you for eating and giving me a place to sleep for something as useless as you.”

 

I closed my ear, and the Marquis’s voice was constant.

 

I could not feel hunger anymore, nor the pain of my calf.

 

I gasped, my chest pinched.

 

“It hurts so much—”

 

My chest felt like it was being squeezed.

 

I tried not to, but I kept getting my heart broken.

 

When I stood before the Marquis, my whole body was trembling and I could not speak properly.

 

In my eyes as a child, he said you were big.

 

“You should not forget that your father has abandoned you and I’m taking care of you.”

 

“Oh, you know it’s your real father, but you can’t even use a horse.”

 

I grabbed the blanket.

 

'Is it really I was abandoned?'

 

Not at first, I did.

 

No matter how bad the devil is, the contract is a contract.

 

But the result is this.

 

'I'm a fool who believed in the devil's contract.'

 

I don't know how many times I'm disappointed.

 

I don't expect this ritual, promises that are not kept.

 

So you don't have to be disappointed.

 

Sobs.

 

His nose was sour.

 

Tears drip down.

 

This is nothing. Why is it snowing?

 

I'm sure he's still young. Oh!

 

a sniffle. Sobs.

 

‘Fucking demon.’

 

You said gold spoon.

 

Give me your powers.

 

You said you and Dad would give you.

 

‘...I thought it was happening, family.’

 

“Achu!”

 

I sneezed and felt all over.

 

I sniffled and wrapped my fur tightly around it. Not a single warmth, but better than nothing.

 

'There's no cold medicine here, and the young body is too weak.'

 

I've almost died a couple of times.

 

So is today.

 

... It might be easier to die.

 

'No, no! Don't be weak!'

 

I can't die like this, even if it's unfair.

 

I'll survive half a world of zero stars.

 

 

***

 

 

“Tier, Happy Birthday!”

 

“Oh, my God, you’re still very beautiful, even though you’re young.”

 

“I’m sure all the men in the Empire will be in love with our Thier.”

 

Clatier, who was surrounded by his family and laughed, was cute and lovely like an angel even if I went.

 

She was wearing a soft pink dress today, luxurious and gorgeous to the point where she couldn't think of it as a child's.

 

The hem of a dainty ankle-length dress was decorated with several layers of lace, and the lace was embroidered with a small diamond.

 

No matter how rich you are, you do not have this luxury in the clothes of a child who can not wear for a year.

 

But how much the Marquis loves Clati E. By the time of her birthday, this expensive dress had arrived at the mansion.

 

It was so beautiful that it was different from the clothes I usually wear, I always expected what dress it was to Clati.

 

'The Marquis didn't tell me what dress it was.'

 

It was no use for Clatier to ask for a few hints.

 

You know, you're more than happy when you get it, but you're keeping it a secret.

 

‘You are so loved...’

 

I turned my gaze and looked at the beautifully made party.

 

Of course, the hall was clean and shiny.

 

The Marquis would not have thought I could clean it all in the first place.

 

'He was just trying to bully me.'

 

I stared at my toes, stuck to the corner wall.

 

The shabby shoes on one foot did not fit here.

 

Even the serving servants and maids were wearing better-quality shoes and clothes than I was.

 

'It's so shabby.'

 

I felt a sneerful look, even though I was still in the corner.

 

It was a family birthday party, but I could not get in it.

 

But who would think of me as the family of the Marquis?

 

In fact, I was not a Paeraton princess who attended a life party as a cousin of Zaklatier.

 

“Oh!”

 

Clatier’s voice sounded high and wide.

 

Cut the cake. The cream has fallen on the two spheres.

 

The new shoes would be broken, and the face of the face was a shame.

 

“What are you looking at so closely?”

 

Then the Marquis’s rage struck me sharply on the back.

 

“Not to wipe it off!”

 

Yes, it wasn't as a cousin that I attended here.

 

‘Clartier's servant... as the poet.’

 

If we delay, the Marquis will punish again.

 

I quickly approached Clatier’s front door and spoke to the maid around me.

 

“Well, I’ll wipe—”

 

She turned away, embarrassed, before I could finish.

 

I knew why.

 

'It must be the Marquis' order.'

 

I went to Klatier’s front and knelt, without asking any more questions.

 

I rubbed it with my sleeves, which were all thin and thin, and felt the feeling of the oily crims crumbling.

 

But there was something worse than that.

 

The countless gazes of the Marquis family felt on my back, and I looked up and saw the marquis and eyes immediately.

 

His eyes were scornful, joyful, triumphant.

 

“Is that all you’ve cleaned up?”

 

The Marquis has been warm.

 

Her small hand gripped her sleeve, and her strength tightened.

 

“I don’t listen to you again! Was it not enough for a week’s starvation, or was it not enough for hawks!?”

 

I bit my lip.

 

I wanted to jump up and shout at the abuser.

 

But this little body was trembling and did not move.

 

I'm scared. I'm afraid. I'm horrorized.

 

My body creaked and moved, regardless of my will.

 

His posture was lower, his lips close to Clatier’s shoes.

 

Clatier shook his feet in a hurry, and his lips almost touched these shoes.

 

'It's okay, this is nothing like this.'

 

I am...a precious person.

 

‘Really?’

 

At the bottom of his chest he heard a questioning voice.

 

I tried to ignore it and try to blow it.

 

“Is my memory wrong?”

 

A low, clear voice, Lee, cut inside the chairman.

 

“I don’t think my daughter was blonde.”

 

He looked up and saw a tall man standing in a crooked position, his cape fixed on one shoulder.

 

He was looking at Clathier, frowning.

 

Exactly the pink dress Clatier was wearing.

 

“Du-Duke of Paeraton?”

 

The Marquis shouted in a hushed voice.

 

Finched, my heart jumped high and sank.

 

 Duke of Paeraton?

 

That guy?

 

My eyes shook as I looked at him.

 

Duke of Paeraton.

 

He is my father, a paeraton princess.

 

 

****

 

 

He was a man who stood up and had a great presence.

 

Width shoulders and long limbs.

 

Tightened waist.

 

A cold face that seems to not come out even if you stab it.

 

The body is a huge force.

 

But the handsome Kim, who is not hidden.

 

‘Wow... I think he’s the heroine in Ropan.’

 

The darker than the abyss, the redder eyes than the blood of the hair and the pure pigeon.

 

If you describe him in a novel, you will have such a sentence.

 

He was more like a hero than all the other self-help characters I imagined.

 

“You know you’re on the Western Front?”

 

The Western Front?

 

I frowned at the Marquis.

 

‘So the Duke was in the war?’

 

I didn't know.

 

“It’s over.”

 

“Yes?”

 

“It’s over, war.”

 

The Marquis shook his head as if it could not be.

 

“I can’t believe it’s over—”

 

“Do I look free enough to handle the janitors?”

 

I was carrotted like the day the Duke's eyes were thrown away.

 

It was still a languid attitude, but it changed the air.

 

Clatier and the Marquis settled in a breath of hardness.

 

“Hah, ha, no way.”

 

The Marquis approached the Duke with a smile on his face.

 

“What brings you here, by the way, without any contact.”

 

“I’m sure you know what you’re doing here.”

 

The Duke ignored the Marquis and moved the girl notes.

 

It was so long that I arrived in front of Clatier in a few minutes even though I moved comfortably.

 

Her red eyes scanned Clatier.

 

Clatier shook her head, unable to bear the cold, sharp tears.

 

Her body was rustling and her face was bubbling.

 

The Duke’s gaze narrowed. His blood-blue eyes moved slowly.

 

‘Oh.’

 

My eyes met.

 

The Duke’s eyes twitched.

 

“What’s this rat with this sniffle?”

 

“He works in my house.”

 

“You don’t think this little phaeraton princess is the one who’s been a little bit of a phaeraton.”

 

The Duke’s voice was low and dangerous.

 

The Marquis, who explained something by his side, could not speak.

 

The Marquis and all the employees around him could not even breathe easily.

 

A breathtaking silence.

 

It was a thick and dense enough to not even enter the needle.

 

I nodded.

 

You're a rat.

 

Yes, I am.

 

I could see that I was a shabby figure.

 

'You don't like that I'm your daughter like this.'

 

You would want to deny it.

 

But

 

“But, can you still—can you still take me?”

 

I gathered all the courage, all the courage, and looked up at the Duke.

 

I can't live here anymore.

 

I'm sure he'll die.

 

The red eyes facing each other are distorted.

 

"What?"

 

“Oh, I didn’t wash ... I couldn’t wash it.”

 

I tried to look as neatly as I could, and I moistened my mouth.

 

“I’m not going to bother you, I can wash myself.”

 

My heart was pounding, my ears were ringing.

 

“You’re good at cleaning with that rice! I can pay for it, because I’m eating a little—”

 

The Duke was silent.

 

“I’ll wipe your shoes every day! I can wipe them off!”

 

The courage is fading.

 

I was not going to, but my head kept falling and I could see only his jaw line, not his eyes.

 

“And, and, and—”

 

The chin was hard.

 

My head was completely on the floor.

 

I could see Clatier’s shoes, the oil of the cream.

 

I don't want to be here.

 

A place where you can be warm, cozy and resting. I wanted to live in that place.

 

Even now, in past life, always –

 

“- I want to go home—”