"Please, Hilise. Please die in place of Gabrielle."
My always dignified brother begged me for the first time.
He wants me to die for our stepsister, whom we don't even share a drop of blood with.
"For the first and last time, I ask you this."
I've a...
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HELISE POINT OF VIEW
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Its ends have turned darker at the awakening of my power in the garden a little while ago, but it wasn't that dark yet.
The face reflected in the glass looked a bit brighter.
My age right now, which is near for one to be considered an adult, is 19.
My age when I died in my last life was twenty-four, so I returned five years earlier in this life.
Every starting point was different, but the way my lives went and ended was all the same.
"Please. Die in Gabrielle's stead."
Ricardo's desperate voice, which wasn't anything like him, came to mind.
Thereafter, I remembered the Ricardo who just sat in the garden earlier.
People always talked about me whenever they saw me outside.
'The ugly duckling of the Inoaden family.'
'The worthless member of the family.'
'The useless weed growing in the rose garden.'
'The golden digger that only befriended the Obelia's only princess for fame and money.'
That is everyone's impression of me, Hilise Inoaden.
The first two nicknames were formed because of my relationship with the family members, the third one was because of the unusual nature of those with the Inoaden's blood and the last one was because of my closeness with the Obelia.
No matter how many nicknames I have, none of them are good.
I heard voices through the half-open window.
When I came closer and looked out of the window, I saw the garden where I stood earlier.
Ricardo and Gabrielle were already gone from their place.
The gathered maids and servants are diligently organizing the surroundings under the butler's orders.
Drag the tray, clean the tea table, and collect the dead body of the beast.
However, they did not know what to do with the roses that bloomed around them.
The fact that it wasn't Ricardo who bloomed them was probably a small part of the employees' confusion.
None of them doubted that Ricardo, the eldest son, would be the heir.
Everyone affectionately called him 'The Prince of Roses'.
However, unfortunately, this power is mine, and until I die, his turn would never come.
I looked at where Ricardo sat earlier, thinking about how cynical I was.
