Born as the Hidden Daughter of a Villainess and the Male Lead

<Episode 3> 

“…….” 

I was at a loss for words. 

“Your mother’s fate was self-inflicted. I don’t even want to think about it anymore. Please, let’s stop, there’s no good in continuing to talk about this…” 

The answer he just gave me was not a lie, but one he believed with pure sincerity. 

“Go.” 

“…Edith?” 

Roberick’s face was stained with bewilderment. 

“Go away, and don’t come back again.” 

Even I could hear how surprisingly cold my voice was. 

“Wait, Edith!” 

Roberick shouted and reached out. 

“Why are you holding on to me? I’m my mother’s daughter. Uncle, you hate her.” At that moment, Roberick’s hand stopped as if it had been blocked by an invisible wall and could no longer move. 

“-What do you mean, you’re my child!” 

After a moment, a deafening cry broke out from Roberick. 

I put my hands up to cover my ears. 

“Ah, Edith…….” 

Roberick covered his mouth with a visibly embarrassed expression. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you…” 

I did some thinking as I stared at his restless appearance. 

Roberick feels guilty about me. 

Me, who did not even know his existence and was left in an environment that was extremely poor from his point of view. 

So he wants to make it up to me as much as he can. 

Give the love that he couldn’t because he had been ignorant of me until now. 

However, Maritte had no place in the guilt he felt. 

The original lines flashed through my mind. 

[Young Mariette approached Roberick, who had been drying up his tears, tormented by the memory of his father dragged before his eyes. 

Even if Roberick refused to answer, the little girl reached out over and over again. 

One day when the seasons had passed twice and winter came again. 

For a change, Roberick accepted her persistent little hand and held it. 

When the season passed once again, and spring sprouts sprouted. 

Roberick was finally able to regain his sun-like smile. 

Mariette, who was looking at Roberick’s smiling face, did not show much reaction, but in her heart, 

She couldn’t have been happier. 

The girl, who wanted to free the boy who had lost everything and was imprisoned in his heart, presented him with her own heart and sincerity. 

[A heart filled with affection that no one could easily get] 

He informed Mariette, who’d been so devoted to him of their breakup, saying he loved another woman. 

Mariette’s behavior, suffering from the bitterness of the wounds that the betrayal left behind, was dismissed as just jealousy and cruelty. 

He let go of the hand that saved him and eventually destroyed his benefactor and his family. 

And yet, all those things that could’ve been his regrets weren’t included in his guilt towards me. 

“Edith…please…what’s wrong with you?” 

Roberick knelt down in front of me and stared, tears dripping off his eyes. 

When I first saw him, he looked as beautiful as cherry blossom petals fluttering in the blue sky, as noble as someone who would never be stained. 

However, in truth, he was such a terribly self-centered character. 

Your own daughter who has lived without even knowing your existence. 

Should it be about that much? 

Once you are hooked onto an object that has left a strong impression, you become desperately obsessed, easily shedding tears, and recite apologies over apologies, but never is there any sincere reflection or remorse for the other person’s pain. 

“Edith…” 

That’s why you can talk about Mariette so coldly. 

“No, Edith!” 

Even though I could not separate Mariette from my impression of her as a character in the novel, and regard her as my true mother – this man was someone that should not be called a human being. 

I closed the door without further delay. 

“Edd-” 

Boom! 

The door closed and silence followed. 

It was quiet. 

But I stood still, thinking of Roberick, who was sure to be still standing outside. 

Yes, this is fine. 

I closed my eyes and thought. 

I just have to cut off the connection like this and live quietly as I have until now. 

(Ding) 

The clock rang. I looked at the time. 

It was noon. 

“…I should eat.” 

I left the door. 

If Roberick had any idea, he wouldn’t be there anymore. 

* * * 

There was a sound of feeble footsteps. 

“Your Grace.” 

Perion looked up. Immediately his eyebrows began to narrow. 

“…Perion.” 

You went to see that woman’s daughter again and came back like this. 

As if you were abandoned by the person you love the most in the world, looking so hurt. 

Perion gnawed at his lips. 

He was a fool. 

The ones Roberick should truly love were Chastia and Allea, already in the Grand Mansion. 

But what was he doing now? 

Roberick bit his lip, unaware of his friend’s true feelings. 

The words of the child still seemed to echo in his ears. 

‘Go away, and don’t come back again.’ 

His heart seemed to be torn to shreds. 

“…what should I do?” 

Roberick’s anguished murmur made Perion frown. 

The red and watery eyes seemed to capture the blue sky in them. 

“How can I take her?” 

“…what?” 

Perion’s face crumpled. 

“Your grace, what the hell are you talking about?” 

“……Ah, I didn’t tell you.” 

Roberick twisted his head towards the sky. 

“I’m going to take Edith to the mansion, Perion.” 

The smooth voice muttered, as if telling something very obvious. 

Perion was enveloped in a great shock. No, he hadn’t anticipated this even as he came down to this manor in the countryside. 

He didn’t think he was going to bring back this daughter. 

If so, what would the public eye think? 

What hurt will Chastia and Allea, who’d barely forgotten their painful memories, suffer after becoming happy? 

“What do you mean you’re bringing it back?…… have you truly forgotten who that child’s birth mother is?” 

Perion could not hide his trembling. 

Please, change your mind now. 

If the past that hadn’t bothered him until now suddenly stimulated his guilt, wasn’t there a way to just pay child support? 

At that moment, a cool wind passed by the back of Perion’s neck. 

Perion instinctively held his breath. 

“…….” 

Roberick’s red eyes, which used to contain clear light and sparkle beautifully, were staring at Perion with an indescribable chill. 

The Spirit of the Wind. 

Perion held his breath without making any movement at the sharp blade created by the atmosphere that he could feel pointed behind his back. 

“Don’t talk rubbish, Perion.” 

Roberick said calmly, collecting his silent anger. 

“It doesn’t matter who her birth mother is. The most important thing is the fact that Edith is my daughter.” 

“…I said something that goes way beyond my station, I’m sorry, sir.” 

Perion immediately knelt on the floor. 

Roberick looked down at the figure for a moment and looked up. 

“How can I atone for my sins and be recognized by her as her father?” 

As if the anger from before had disappeared, a voice filled with deep sorrow flowed from his mouth. 

“She must have been hurt a lot. She must have been sad and reflected on why she didn’t have parents. But I didn’t even know…” 

Isn’t your daughter in the Grand Mansion? 

Perion managed to suppress his desire to spout these word. 

“What the hell have I been doing so far?” 

Ah, Perion was seized with an eerie feeling as if his heart had fallen into the middle of the sea. 

Roberick’s beautiful face shone more brilliantly with its melancholy. 

However, what he had just said brought along an ominous feeling that Perion did not want to confront even in his dreams. 

Roberick’s daughter was the angelic and lovely Allea. 

In the past few years, Roberick also raised Allea as if she were his own. 

“Perhaps you think I’m cold-hearted. But, Perion.” 

Roberick said, looking down at Perion. 

“Allea is not my real daughter. She has a separate father. You know – the disgusting one I don’t even want to bring the name of to my tongue.” 

Perion did not answer. 

Looking down at his silent confidant, Roberick spoke his words with a mixture of sighs. 

“……it’s already been done. What’s the difference if I lament like this?” 

Roberick turned away. The edge of his silver-gray robe fluttered. 

“I’m going to stay in this town for a while. That’s all I know.” Perion stared as Roberick moved away, leaving only those words. 

“……!” 

Throb. 

As soon as Roberick’s back completely disappeared, Perion’s mouth twisted mercilessly. 

What Roberick had spouted was a denial of the time they’d spent together. 

Until now, Perion believed that Roberick also loved Allea with all his heart. 

It was only natural, for Chastia’s daughter, Allea, was so beautiful and pure it was hard to imagine how terrible her father actually was. 

She was fundamentally different from the ‘child’ who would have inherited the cruel heart and nature of Mariette Eidine Bastevan. 

But out of everyone, Roberick believed that… 

Your own daughter? 

“That damn bloodline…” 

What was so important about it? 

‘Perion… I’m so scared. Everyone hates me. I think he’s trying to kick me out somehow. What should I do……? What did I really do wrong?’ 

He remembered a woman who was crying and blaming herself in despair. 

Perion chewed on his lips. 

I vowed to protect her. 

So I’ll keep that vow. 

There was a need for solid action. 

He had to step up, so that Roberick wouldn’t be swayed any more. 

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Perion and Roberick are so shitty, they’re perfect together!