I Am A Daughter Loved By The Devil - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Not long after my birthday my aunt and uncle took me out of that small room.

Suddenly, I’ve had a proper bedroom and clothes.

I didn’t want to go into that small room again, so I did everything I was told to.

My first dream was terrible.

Not long after I got out of that small room I wore a wig over my black hair and sneaked to a victory party in the Imperial City.

“You see that man over there? Go give him this drink.”

“Yes, auntie.”

“It’s good for the body, so you must give it to him. Okay?”

Neither a boy nor an adult, he looked about seventeen years old.

His name was Abel Durendebre.

Actually, I didn’t understand.

The butler taught me that the Blanc family I was born in had an enemy.

The Grand Duke of Durendebre called the Devil’s head. He was a criminal that had committed high treason against El-Halla’s will and followed the Devil’s faith.

The Blanc family worshipped God while the Durendebre family sold their souls to the Devil.

The devil was the enemy of God, and the Durendebres, the Devil’s family, was the enemies of the Blancs.

The butler told me that almost three times.

So I should have at least thought about why I was asked to give the Durendebre family’s second son a drink.

But I wasn’t able to think properly because of my aunt.

You’ll get in trouble if you don’t follow my orders. You’ll get hit again.

“Excuse me, this is …”

“Huh? Is this for me?”

“Yes.”

“Thank you.”

Abel was impressive with his red and dark hair, cheerful, glistening eyes, and smile.

As Abel drank my drink without any thought, he suddenly started bleeding.

“Ah … Ack!”

“…!”

Red blood spurted like a fountain.

Every time I thought of that terrifying scene with blood dripping from every hole in Abel’s body, I got goosebumps.

While everyone was frozen in astonishment, I managed to escape to my aunt’s side.

Then my aunt said to me,

“Murderer.”

My aunt told me to do that.

Her expression was as if she was looking at a monster.

A few months later, I found out what I did.

A great war broke out. The Durendebre family and all the Devil’s worshippers took up arms in order to avenge Abel. They declared war on everyone who worshipped El-Halla’s will, saying that they knew that the Blanc family had poisoned Abel.

And they fought. There were so many deaths on both sides.

Finally, all I knew was that it was a war. That’s what Uncle deliberately started.

My Uncle knew for sure that it would result in a war.

I don’t know why he tried to start a war.

I don’t even want to call him “Uncle”.

I’ve never called him “Uncle” in my life. To me, he was like any other person from the Blanc family.

What made me even angrier is that nothing changed about me since then.

I was still stuck in the Blancs’ mansion.

For a long time. For a very long time. Unable to go out into the world. The family got destroyed and I was debilitated.

The guilt that everything happened because of me tormented me over and over again.

Barely out, I saw a destroyed world, and in the middle of the ruins stood a man.

He felt my presence and turned towards me, revealing his desolate expression.

His scarlet eyes that resembled glass beads with a spark in them looked right at me.

He looked so sad I almost cried. And what he told me then was something I would never forget.

“You’re my daughter. Mine.”

I resemble him beyond belief.

Black hair, scarlet eyes. Similar nose, chin, and lips.

So my biological father is Grand Duke Durendebre.

It means that the person he loved was Grand Duke Blanc.

It was then that I realized why Count Evlan had kept me so tightly hidden. He was trying to make sure that I would never, ever, ever meet my biological father.

I killed my half-brother without knowing anything.

That’s the end of my first dream.

In my second dream, I didn’t do anything I was told to.

And soon after, I was killed by a hundred men.

hik-

The feeling of being stabbed by knives is still vivid in my mind.

Kill him or die.

That was my sad future while being only 5 years old.

* * * *

I don’t like spiky things.

I shuddered at the thought of my second dream.

After that, Count Evlan threw my body to the hounds.

It was a dream, so I could see my dead body. It was really gross.

I still get goosebumps.

It was honestly the murder of his brother Tae, who was full of resentment.

Well, there’s nothing to say. Another war broke out.

The third dream …

It was the most ordinary one.

I acted cleverly and taunted the maids.

The maids, who had come to hate me, took me to the laundry in the morning of the victory party to punish me.

It was then that I managed to run away through the hole in the wall. The hole small, but I was smaller.

From then on, my street life began.

I couldn’t go to an orphanage because the Blancs would find me immediately.

But I couldn’t survive on the street by myself either.

I was young, too young.

So what I chose to do was to find someone who had even a little bit of compassion.

I sold my expensive clothes for cheap and bought clothes that would make me look like a commoner, rather than the daughter of a noble family.

A commoner orphan. That was me. I worked hard every single day, sweeping the dust off the floor of the store with my small hands.

Later, I became an important manager in charge of the checkout counter and the inventory in a couple of stores.

My third dream was tiringly long, so I tossed and turned because I wanted to wake up.

And the last dream, the fourth dream.

It was short and a little unusual.

My father stroked my head and called me with a husky, friendly voice.

“Mel.”

He said that my name is Mel.

Mel.

Somehow, it sounded sweet. As soon as I heard that word, I suddenly woke up from my dream.

I’m used to the pain.

But that was a strange feeling. My mother died because of me, so why does my father care for me?

That’s ridiculous. It must be a trap.

“I have no idea what to do.”

This is my life.

As long as it doesn’t get any worse.

I decided that whatever I did, I would try to avoid the first and second futures.

If what I’ve seen is real, it’s just one of many futures.

Maybe I can escape from here.

My plan was simple.

I’m a child, so I need a guardian.

My father was the head of the Durendebre family, so I thought he’d help me if I’m able to tell him about my Uncle’s plans and weaknesses.

Can’t I just let Abel know he’s in danger of being killed?

Except that I’m actually the one who is supposed to kill him.

And in my dreams, my dad was never a threat to me. I wasn’t scared.

I thought I’d lean on that sweetness.

If there is Devil, please let him be a kind person.

I won’t ask him to raise me.

I don’t like that ending.

I forced my sullen shoulder and started to count on my hand.

First, sell my uncle’s plans to my dad.

Second, claim my overdue child support plus information costs.

Third, ask them to help me find an institution that can protect me as a child or hire someone.

And finally, Be brave enough to find a way to live somewhere with money!

The problem was this baby-like pronunciation, but I practiced hard, so it’ll work out well.

I clenched my fist.