The Precious Sister of The Villainous Grand Duke

6  Chapter 6

When I woke up, I was already lying in the cradle in my room.

As I tried to raise my head and check the palm, the soft bandage was wrapped neatly.

'Little children are very thorough'

It's incredibly neat to believe that it's child skill. I could hardly feel the pain.

'Anyway, the situation is worse than I thought.'

What I realized through the incident with the maid was that my and Dietrich's status wasn't so different.

Unlike me, he was one of the candidates for the successor. But he didn't have a strong supporter like Yuric, and he was getting all the shit.

'Somehow, I'm a newborn baby, but in a good sense it can be called a princess, and Lancel just bothered me.'

The Dahlia Palace where we stayed wasn't just neglected, but almost forgotten.

There is almost no livelihood provided by the

LaGrange family.

Because Dietrich and I had no living expenses to spend, the salaries of Lancel and the Maid were infinitely higher than those maids of other palaces.

'So, do Lancel and the maid really hate us?'

It would be difficult because they had to take care of me and Dietrich while sweeping and cleaning this large palace.

'But If you still do it to the kids.'

The world in the book isn't that different than my previous world. It was a world where adults-who weren't adults even in the past life-rot.

Bullying children for money!

"Pu! Papa!" (These bad guys!)

Every time I met a maid who refused to heal my wounds, I murmured that to Lancel who bothered me.

'Oh, I need to be able to speak quickly'

It seems that I will be relieved if I swear to the maid who tell me I'm going to die anyway.

As soon as I was born, it was possible to understand what people were saying because I have memories of my previous life, but why am I still unable to speak?

Is it because my tongue hasn't grown yet?

"Bahwa!"

No matter how hard I put my tongue on, it doesn't come out properly.

"What? What are you doing alone?"

The tiger will come out if you talk about him, and Lancel comes into my room.

"Pa!"

"Are you hungry?"

Even though I'm still a princess, Lancel never spoke to me properly.

Yeah, where you bring food that should be on time.

I just smiled and grabbed the baby bottle that Lancel had brought.

"Well, why are you doing this with your hand?"

Lancel looks at my hands and grins his head when he sees my wounds for the first time. Maybe the maid didn't tell him about me and Dietrich.

"Are you hurt?"

Lancel touched my bandaged hand and quickly drew attention.

"Well, I hope I didn't die."

Even though a child was injured, his attitude seemed insignificant and a bit regrettable.

'No, the baby is hurt, so take care.'

I noticed that Lancel's aura which wasn't particularly unusual when entering the room became black and dirty. His aura inflated with a lot of dissatisfaction.

'Everytime you look at me, the aura turns black.'

I thought it was because he hated me, but his tarnished aura looked like it had been made somewhere.

"Why should I care?"

"Woo?" (Why so suddenly?)

"This is the baby who killed Camille!"

Apparently, Lancel looked at my wounds with a nasty attitude and suddenly starts to get angry at me.

'Hey white, white!'

I was amazed and stretched my arms into the aura of Lancel, covering my stomach like a blanket, and shook it.

'I think Anissa has purified people's auras this way.'

Then Lancel's aura slowly fades away. I breathed a sigh of relief and observed him.

"Yeah, the baby must be guilty."

'Is it really working?'

The almighty goddess Euradia's power not only to read people's emotions, she was able to manipulate them at a certain level. I think this might be the reason why Anissa can survive at LaGrange.

'I have to cleanse it whenever I see Lancel.'

Then he may warm up the bottle and bring it to me. Lancel sighed, not even knowing that someone to steal his mind from.

"When princess became a successor candidate, I wanted to see how the situation in the palace improved …. Eh."

"Pa?"

"Isn't you a formal successor yet? Oh, the salary is only rat shit, but just hold it?"

"Pa?"

Lancell grumbles while passing the bottle to me. I nodded, hitting his words.

'Yeah, man. stop!'

I don't need a bad servant like you.

I hope Lancel will go and a little more friendly servant coming.

I don't want anyone like a friendly nanny, just any adult who doesn't pinch the baby is good.

"But it turned out that young master Dietrich didn't take any food, but he is still alive."

"Pa?!"

I was amazed at Lancel's words and swallowed my own formula milk incorrectly.

As I stopped, he continued to talk while knocking on my back.

"It's strange that Janine couldn't be taking young master, hmm."1

The name of the maid who closed the door tightly is Janine.

"There won't even be bread crumbs in the kitchen, how on earth do you live?"

"Pa !!! (No, these crazy peoples!)

"Oh, it's noisy! I already fed you!"

"Pa !!!!" (I know you only give it to me!)

'Then you were make a six-year-old child starving!'

I wanted to yell at Lancel as much as I could, but I couldn't speak, so I had to flag myself.

'Dietrich's past which was ignored in the novel turned out to be so high!'

Now I know how he survived when he lost in the first fight with the main character and then fled into the woods.

I wondered if he caught animals in the forest because they didn't feed him.

'No, if you gave birth a child, at least the basic accommodation should be provided.'

It's hard to know why they gave birth to greed and raised them like this.

LaGrange wasn't even a family without money.

I understand why Dietrich became a villain.

'Are all of you is really a crazy family beyond imagination?'

Herman, the hero and protagonist of a typical fantasy novel that lived and died in justice, would have been a villain if he had grown up in this situation.

The bigger problem is that Dietrich and my situation weren't that different, so I would be treated like that.

"Pa…."

I will eat food, not bottles anymore. I'm hungry even when I think about it, is that possible?

Even though I was eating, I seemed to be hungry because of future hunger.

"I'm hungry because I see you eating milk."

"?!"

"So stay alone. I'll come in the evening."

Lancel leave my room as if he has done his duty, leaving me full of soreness.

He stayed in this room for more than 10 minutes and acting as if he had a disease.

'Sorry … .. '

I endure the tears trying to keep flowing out of sorrow, and I roll my body in the cradle like last time.

I held the bottle in my hand. The milk shakes beautifully in the bottle. Milk hasn't been eaten yet.

'I need to bring this to Dietrich!'

How hungry the child is.

It was so terrifying that no one cares for my six-year-old child.1

In addition, one of the ways someone gives affection to others is to feed them.

'Okay! I will take care of Dietrich in the future!'

Feeding, I don't mean to be a good person.

Had to be a good sister, not wanting to kill Dietrich.

According to Lancel's murmur, the milk I ate was water and powdered with the same nutritional supplements that infants need.

'So it would be no problem if a child like Dietrich, not a baby, eats it.'

I put the bottle in the same clothes, and I hurriedly touched the floor.

"Ppapagg!!!"

Argh.

I forgot that my palm was hurt.

My body softens with pain.

Instead of striking the floor vigorously, I decided to move gently even though it was slow.

You may arrive later than planned, but it's okay because Dietrich didn't run away from me.

'Oh, if I'm going slowly, I'll go see the mirror!'

Suddenly, I changed my course and headed towards the drawer.

'Let's see my face while I'm out of the cradle.'

Last time I met Dietrich and tried to see it on my way back, I was so sick that I didn't see it.

I wondered how ugly I was, and I was convinced that my face was ugly.

'But in the novel, It said I was pretty.'

Of course, the owner of point of view was 'Annisa Euclid', so there was little credibility.

People think their faces are three times prettier and cooler. She wasn't that the patients with axe disease were in vain.

Also, Anissa could have been a type of person who carved out the words of praise that she had heard once or twice.

'Where did Lancel put the mirror before?'

Lancel is a man who is very interested in his appearance, so he took care of me and never let go of a small mirror.

'I think he put it on the drawer obviously.'

"Ppabb!"

As I crawled hard, I noticed that the handle on the round mirror popped out over the small table.

"Ppippappu!"

I strengthened my legs and hurriedly raised my body.

"Ughhhcha."

I now have enough leg strength to stand up and walk a bit.

It was like the moment when I practiced hard to give strength to the legs in the cradle.

"Pa…."

I knocked down the mirror handle and dropped it on the floor.

'Fyuhh.'

Even if I close my mouth with my hands, the screeches leaks out.

'Oh my gosh..'

I'm too, too-