Chapter 9

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The traces of abuse and contempt received from birth are not easily erased, but if there is love and interest, one can gradually get better.


In the two years we spent together at home, Emil had quite freed himself from the dark care he received in his past.

“Vel, I’m here to pick you up.”

“Already?”

It was nice to see the child, who used to shrink, taking for granted he wasn’t liked, regaining his self-esteem. Recovering his self-esteem also affected his facial expressions and behaviour.

The changes in his expressions weren’t significant yet, but he was no longer self-conscious or wary of others like before. What he likes and dislikes became clearer.


“Sorry, can you wait a bit? I think it’ll take a little longer,” I said without turning my head. Isana was in the middle of styling my hair, so it was difficult to move freely.

As usual, Emil entered and sat on the sofa, looking in my direction.


‘I didn’t notice it since I’m always next to you, but looking at you like this, you’ve grown quite tall.’ Although at this age, girls tend to grow faster, Emil’s height was not that different from mine.


“Emil, would you like some snacks? It hasn’t been long since they brought it.”


“I’m fine.”


“Then I’ll eat after I’m done.”

“Milady, you say you’ll eat when we’re done, but you were secretly eating in between.”

“…Did you see that?”

A small laugh broke out from behind as I replied to Elena.

“Do you want me to put one in your mouth?”

“Mn, do it.”

Emil, who approached to give me a snack, halted with his hand in the air.


“What? Is my head weird?”

“…No. It’s not like that.”

It’s pretty…


As he muttered softly, I bit the snack off of his hand. Isana and Elena, watching us from behind, giggled.

“Milady, we’re finished. What do you think?”

“Thank you. I like it.”


As soon as she finished styling my hair, I grabbed Emil’s hand and headed toward the mirror. My hair was tied in half, a little over my shoulders.

My neck felt fresh. The sheen ribbon swayed gracefully with my every move.

“Emil, I think you look better in darker colors?”

“Well, I don’t know.”


“I mean it. It like umm…”

‘The pure and angel-like child suddenly becomes the villain’s sprout…’ I was about to say it, but I recalled that this child was truly the son of a villainess… My face instantly stiffened.


“I, I said you look more handsome.”


“Then I’m glad.”

Despite my flustered stuttering, Emil held out his arm leisurely.


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