Claire Fortunatorum is a genius.
At least, that's what people around her believe.
She was born into a family that had risen because of a certain person—a girl, a prodigy—a murdered lady who was both honored and pitied.
Eulalia Fortunatorum.
Claire had heard from her parents that Eulalia wasn't really a blood relative, given the fact that she was adopted. Claire's parents were hesitant to tell her this, considering Eulalia was the one who practically made their name known.
"Listen, Claire. You have to uphold Eulalia's name at all costs. No one should know that we are not her blood relatives."
Fiery, red hair; fair, snow-white skin, and expressive emerald eyes. Those were the features of Eulalia. It was similar to Claire's, yet she knew that hers were duller. She had seen from the memorial stones how Eulalia looked. She was indeed beautiful.
