Rebirth Of The Duke's Daughter

Chapter 25

As the day began to wind down, the knights departed, leaving the training grounds in a peaceful silence. Mila stretched out on the soft grass, her eyes on the sky as she soaked in the last rays of the setting sun. Beside her, Ambrose mimicked her actions, lying down quietly on her left, while Prince Leroy remained seated on her right.

"Today is another good day!" Mila exclaimed with a bright smile, her gaze fixed on the sky as the sun began its slow descent toward the horizon.

Prince Leroy glanced at her, intrigued by her unwavering optimism. "Do you always have this much fun?" he asked, his tone a mix of curiosity and admiration.

Mila giggled, her joy infectious. "Yep, always. With my closest friends and family, we make it fun," she said with a contented sigh. The joy in her voice was palpable, filled with memories of the time she'd spent with her new family and friends. "I hope always to have this much fun in the future," she added, her voice soft with hope and a touch of nostalgia.

Both boys turned their heads slightly to look at her, struck by the simplicity and sincerity of her wish. Mila, though mature beyond her years in many ways, was still just a child at heart, cherishing these moments of pure happiness.

As the evening deepened and the first stars began to twinkle in the sky, Mila noticed the growing darkness around them. "Isn't it about time you both start your way home?" she asked, realizing that neither of them had made a move to leave. She wondered if they were lingering because they, too, were reluctant to let go of the day's simple pleasures. 'Why are they not leaving? Is it because they are having too much fun?' she mused, understanding how easy it was to get lost in the moment.

Prince Leroy, breaking the comfortable silence, nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I think it's about time that I leave. My parents are probably wondering why I left the palace so quickly this morning," he said, standing up and dusting off his clothes. Ambrose followed suit, silently preparing to depart.

Mila sat up and waved goodbye to them both, a warm smile on her face as she watched them go. She felt a sense of fulfillment, knowing that she had made new friends who enjoyed spending time with her. As they disappeared from view, she remained seated on the grass, her heart light and her mind at peace, looking forward to the days ahead filled with more of the same simple, joyful moments.

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Mila entered her room, only to find it in complete disarray. Her heart sank as she saw Vita, her half-sister, tearing apart her belongings in a fit of rage.

"Why!? Why!? Why?!" Vita screamed, her voice trembling with anger. "Why are you always so lucky to have more attention? Even the crown prince came today just to see you! Why is that?!"

Before Mila could react, Vita's hand swung out, slapping her hard across the face. The force of the blow sent Mila crashing to the ground, her cheek stinging from the impact. She looked up at Vita, her eyes wide with shock and pain, but her sister's fury only seemed to grow.

"You're not even pretty anymore!" Vita spat, her voice filled with venom. "That scar on your face makes you ugly! How can you still have so much attention? Answer me!"

Mila struggled to find her voice, but before she could speak, Vita summoned her Twelve-Legged Tarantula. The creature hissed menacingly, its multiple eyes gleaming with predatory intent as it locked onto Mila, sensing her vulnerability.

Vita watched with a twisted smile as the tarantula advanced on Mila, its legs clicking ominously against the floor. The air in the room grew tense, filled with the sound of the creature's approach.

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As the Two-Tailed Fire Lion, Rey, leaped into action, the room filled with the fierce sound of his growl. With a powerful swipe, he knocked Vita's Twelve-Legged Tarantula off its course, sending it crashing against the walls. The impact shattered the glass of the balcony doors, and with another ferocious move, Rey tossed the tarantula out of the window. The creature's form dissolved into tiny bits as it disappeared into the night, leaving behind only the sound of broken glass settling on the floor.