Author: Byuon

That night there was a commotion.

In the middle of the night, Aaron’s parents came and knocked on the door.

“After all I’ve done for you, to beat my son without knowing your place? That’s why we shouldn’t feed the beasts…”

Aaron’s parents clicked their tongue.

“Celine, we’ve been together for a while, so if your daughter apologizes, I’ll let this slide.”

It was disgusting to talk as if they were superiors.

But what can I say about that?

It doesn’t change the fact that we’re in need and we’re received something from them.

I was okay with that. I was going to apologize anyway.

“Rosie, is that true?”

It was embarrassing to lie, but I couldn’t help it.

“… Rosie, why are you bruised here?”

At that moment, Celine’s eyes trembled slightly.

“Go inside for a moment.”

For the first time that day, I saw Celine get angry.




At first it was an argument.

However, Aaron’s parents were arrogant and tried to slap Celine, which soon escalated into a physical fight.

Surprisingly, it was an overwhelming victory for Celine.

How such power came from her slender body is still a question even after time has passed.

After that incident, Aaron’s parents started talking badly about us.

They were quite influential in the village, and some of the villagers had a negative view of Celine, who worked in a bar with a child alone.

That’s how we ended up on the outskirts of town.

A beast who didn’t know their place.

That was us.

People shunned us, we were bullied, and Celine lost her job. It was the hardest time for us in this town.

It was at this point that Celine asked me.

“You know what, Rosie? Do you want to go out with mother?”

“I’m like anywhere.”

It was an encouraging word for a Celine who was difficult to endure any longer.

It doesn’t matter if it’s not here.

I didn’t know what was going to happen then.

It was the year I turned twelve.

“You are Rosie Herthas from now on.”


Why is that name popping up? Isn’t that the second-male lead family?

I looked at Celine in surprise, she grabbed my hand and said.

“My daughter, you will live as a noble lady now.”

Later, I deeply regretted not being able to refuse to go there.

Even if I became a beggar, I would have preferred to settle in another village with her.

Then Celine, her mother wouldn’t have died.

Count Herthas gave me Rose as a name.

“Your name is Rosie.”

It wasn’t a particularly affectionate name, but it was said with a slight displeasure at the man’s arbitrary behavior.

“Isn’t the name Rosie like a commoner? Now, if you are Herthas, you should have a name that fits your status.”

What’s the difference between Rosie and Rose?

When I demanded an explanation from Celine for this sudden turn of events, she simply said, ‘We fell in love.’


The eyes looking at each other are so dull, how could that be love? It was nonsense.

As I recall, there was a sister in the Herthas family who was killed by Argen.

Yurtha is approaching Argen with that opportunity…

‘Is that me?’

I can’t be stuck in this world until that moment comes, can I?

It’s so frustrating.

It was tragic that we had left as if we had been kicked out of the village and had nowhere to go except for Herthas.

In addition, there were too many suspicious parts to be married for the sake of pretending to be lovers.

Was it because of this that Celine had asked me if I wanted to be a noble lady?

There is no need to be deeply involved in Celine’s affairs.

I’m not her daughter anyway, and I have to go back.

That’s how I met the two brothers from the Herthas family.

“You should have told me in advance. Sister.”

You don’t know how surprised I was. When Count Herthas introduced me to his two sons.

I didn’t know about Yurtha, but I couldn’t take my eyes off him.

It was because the appearance of the boy, who was full of dignity and had a sculptural appearance, was amazing, just as people admire a work of art.

‘I was surprised to see Dylan….’

Then I realized he looked a bit like Dylan….

Feeling dazed, I looked at Yurtha, and the boy who was approaching with a bored face raised his head as if surprised.


Our eyes met.

Yurtha’s red eyes, which were like an abyss, gleamed. Goosebumps were all over my body.

But the tension didn’t last long.

A stone flew from somewhere and hit me in the head.



Startled by the pain, I grabbed my head, and Celine quickly hugged me.

I immediately turned my gaze to the direction in which the stone flew and hardened my lips.


I stared blankly at him for a moment. Why are you…

“I can’t admit it!”

I looked at Dylan blankly, and he shouted.

“Dylan! What are you doing now!”

“What the hell, that’s not my mom or my sister!”

Dylan shouted and ran back.

I stared blankly at Dylan walking away.

It had only been a few months, but the gentle boy in my memory had turned into an annoying bastard.

“Rosie, are you okay? Omg! blood…!”

Celine said in surprise.

Just then, someone tugged on the hem of my dress from behind.


He smiled softly and wiped the blood from my wounded forehead.

“If it’s okay, let me treat you.”

The sight of the little boy gently taking my hand and leading me away had the power to lighten the dreary atmosphere.

Even I was completely deceived by the friendly smile of that child.

It was one of those moments in life when I cursed myself for being stupid.

To explain my frustration, there is no one who can’t be fooled by a gentle smile and a careful touch as if handling something precious.




To be honest, I didn’t hated Yurtha from the beginning.

“I prepared this because I thought it would go well with sister’s eye color.”

Yurtha showed me a pink diamond ring she’d bought in passing.

The dazzling jewels were so pretty.

Yurtha put a pink diamond ring on the ring finger of my left hand.

The way it fit on my finger, it was obvious that he hadn’t just picked it up.

“It’s pretty, sister.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty.”

I thought he was being polite when he said he wanted me to look good, but he was just being nice to me.

Life in Herthas was definitely better than the village we had been in before.

However, whether it was in the village or here, it was the same as being hostile and lonely.

So, on the one hand, Yurtha’s existence was pleasant.

A little boy followed me around saying he liked me, but I couldn’t help to think it was cute.

I would often stroke Yurtha’s hair, but every time I did, he made a strange face.

“You don’t like it?”

I’d try to pull my hand away, and he’d shake his head in surprise, which was adorable.

I shouldn’t have been shaken by that.

At that time, I was blindly deceived by his personality.

I don’t know why he will become a crazy second male lead in the future, but for now, I thought he’s just a good kid.

It was Yurtha who helped me adjust to this place, so I didn’t dare to doubt him.


At that point, Dylan laughed at me.

“Do you think he does it because he really likes you?”


“That bastard doesn’t like you. You are just a toy.”

Dylan was trying to be mean to me somehow.

The sweet boy turned into a demonic figure, desperate to torment me in any way he could.

Sometimes he swung his fists at me.

At that time, I was overcome with a strange feeling.

The brightly shining boy fell and became no different from the village children who tormented me.

It’s the look I hate the most…

<Please don’t let my mother get sick…>

The figure of the boy who had been praying earnestly kept flashing before my eyes.

After the Countess died, the woman and her daughter who took her place wouldn’t look pretty.

“If you don’t want to die, go away.”

I looked into the boy’s angry red eyes and said whatever was on my mind at the time.

“Dylan, do you remember me?”

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