Everything changed. The nanny did not return and always ate bread, meat, fresh vegetables and fruit. The wardrobe was full of bright dresses. What's more different.
"Un, are you?"
Young Ezella was by my side. I had never seen such a lovely being in the world. She was a girl with a pretty silver hair and a fine comb. She touched the red ball like an apple and said sweetly, " Oh, my god."
"Yeah. This is Olivia's sister. This is Ezella."
The three-year-old Esela was so pretty that she was like an angel who would disappear if she touched it.
"I think a thousand, four."
"Ezella. Olivia looks at you and is an angel."
Ezella smiled brightly. Olivia, looking wonderingly at him, muttered blankly.
"Ezella, Lady."
"Huh?"
His wife frowned.
"Call me Ezella. Anyway, I'm a sister to you."
"But the nanny called me a lady."
"That nanny gave me the wrong information."
I dare you to call me the name of such a pretty child. But Mrs. Cordially nodded. Olivia called very small names.
"To, Sela."
Ezella smiled brightly to see if she understood the name. I felt weird. I thought I shouldn't have come here only a few days ago, but now I'm so happy. Mrs. Also showed portraits. It was a portrait of two angelic boys standing.
"Big kid 11-year-old Konrad. The second is 8-year-old Jade. You can call me Brother, like Esela. Conrad is at the Academy, and Jade will be back soon."
At the end of his wife's words, he heard the voice of a boy who was horrified by the mansion.
"Mom!"
"Jade?"
Mrs. Ezella rose and left the room. Olivia pondered for a moment and followed. The boy who jumped up the stairs fell into the hem of his wife's dress.
"Jade. Our baby. Are you playing well?"
"Chi. Suddenly, I sent it to my grandmother's house. Hate mom."
"Sorry, sweetheart. But you wanted to see her, didn't you?"
"... Yeah."
The silver-haired boy laughed at the bash. Olivia was heartbroken. The appearance of the wife and the boy was like that of the mother and me a few months ago.
"But who is she?"
The boy looked at Olivia. Oh, well. His wife hesitated for a moment,then laughed wide.
"Jade. It's Olivia. …... Sister."
"Brother? Not Ezella? But she's bigger than Ezella?"
"Yeah. I'm 6 years old."
Jade smiled at Olivia without any doubt. Olivia knew that was something she took for granted. But Conrad wasn't. * * *
"He's not my brother."
An 11-year-old, cool-eyed boy with a larger body than his age, said, like a shot. With a cold word, Olivia was pushed back outside the line.
"Konrad."
"He's not my brother, dirty,"
"Konrad!"
Olivia flinched in a strong voice. But Conrad looked at Olivia with unruly eyes.
"... Olivia. Can you stay out for a minute?"
"... Yes."
When she closed her visit and came out, Jade asked in wonder.
"What did you ask?"
"No, yo?"
"But why does he say he's dirty with you?"
Olivia could not answer. * * * It was one day. His wife said he was going out for a long time. His wife, with her mouth on the cheeks of the children who lined up from Conrad to Ecella, hesitated for a moment when she saw Olivia. Olivia had sparkling expectations. Maybe. But his wife stroked Olivia's head. Jade asked naively as she saw him.
"Why don't you kiss Olivia?"
"As soon as."
Esela hit the ball. Jade shook her head.
"Olivia calls her wife. You said you were my brother?"
Mrs. Clouded stroked Olivia's head once more.
"... She's not her mother."
"Huh?"
"No. Mom's coming."
"Yeah! Good luck!"
Konrad looked at me, but Olivia was still good. . . .
"Salty! I wrote a fairy tale for you. It took me a week."
It was the first day his wife vacated the mansion. Jade lifted the sketchbook and shrugged. I wanted to draw something secretly for a few days. Under the crooked letters, pretty princesses were painted.
"This is Ezella. Amethyst Princess. And this is Olivia."
Jade smiled brightly and pointed to Olivia's eyes.
"Olivia is the Emerald Princess."
At those words, Olivia cried with a heart. Jade panicked, but could not stop crying. Ezella cried without knowing English.
"Sister, don't cry. Huong."
"Hey. Don't cry. Huh."
When Jade cried and hugged Olivia and Ecella. In the warm warmth, Olivia realized that she was not alone now. I thought it was all good to have the prettiest Ecella, Jade, and wife in the world. But happiness was for a while.
"It's all about you!"
I was playing painting with Esela. Konrad, suddenly running, pushed Olivia hard. Olivia, pushed by the ice, fell. Ezella cried, but Conrad did not appease Ezella. I couldn't appease. Konrad was crying. Konrad, a boy, cried and shouted.
"Even if you didn't come! Even if you weren't the only one! My mom!"
Lightning struck. It was a rainy day. His wife's carriage was overturned on her return from the Marquess of Haelquin, a friend. The reason she went to friendship was because of her divorce from the duke. * * * It was not long after his wife's funeral. Esela, who had been smiling throughout the rainy funeral, looked for her mother as if she had noticed the strangeness. No matter how much the nanny and maid appeased Ezella, it was useless.
"Where's mom?"
Ezella, blinking her big eyes as if anxious, began to cry. Olivia, watching him through the open door, interposed.
"Sister!"
Tears fell into Ecella's big eyes when she found Olivia.
"Mom's not coming. I want to see mom."
When I saw Ecella crying, Olivia reminded me of a few weeks ago. Mom doesn't come when she finds her. Olivia herself, who knew it and missed her every night. Olivia said nothing and held Ezella's hand tightly. Esela reduced her search for her mother. The nannies and maids who were trying to get Olivia out of the way said nothing. Since then, Ezella has suffered frequently.
"Mom, mom."
A pretty face like an angel was flirtatious in the heat and looked for her mother. But no matter how you call her, she said, "Ecella, my baby."And did not appear. Ezella continued to look for her mother, eventually shutting her mouth and weeping without sound. Even six-year-old Olivia was so pathetic that she could see what the expression of pushing her heart was. But I couldn't even ask someone for help. Jade said she went to his wife's friend, and Conrad closed the visit and did not talk to anyone. And the duke, did not look. On the big bed, Ezella was breathing hot. It smelled of sweet milk and salty tears. Esela, feeling the gaze, slowly set her eyes. There were tears in her pretty violet eyes.
"Sister, mom, don't come."
The grass died. Olivia eventually bit her lip. What should she say to laugh? The words that Olivia heard most were the words of the nanny, who came to mind when she saw the weeping face.
"The presence of the lady is harassing the Madelaine family."
"... I'm sorry."
"Huh?"
In a small voice, Ezella asked, as if she had not heard it. Olivia was crying as she saw her two eyes blinking helplessly.
"Old, you mean,"
It was then. The visit sounded open. When a startled Olivia looked at the door, the Duke of formless momentum was walking along. I never saw such a scary face. Frightened, Olivia involuntarily took Ezella's hand. The duke, looking at Olivia with terrifying eyes, pulled Olivia roughly.
"Oh!"
At the moment, Eshela, pulled together, made a sick sound. Olivia quickly laid the hand that held Ecella and looked back. Surprised, Esela began to cry loudly. His cuffs ached as if they were going to fall off. Olivia looked at the maids and the butler as if for help, but no one was drying the duke.
"Lady. Don't cry."
"Dad, sister! Sister!"
Embarrassed, the nanny soothed Esela, but Esela did not stop crying. Olivia extended her hand towards Ecella, who looked at me and cried bitterly. I need to go to Ezella. Olivia, dragged out of the room, struck her foot.
"Let it go! Go to Ezella."
Bang-the big door closed. Ezella, crying as she reached out her hand to me, was covered by the door. I have to go. Olivia was trying to look up at the Duke with resentful eyes.
"Dare."
The duke's voice coming out of the air was horrified and scared. In an instant, Olivia stiffened like ice.
"Dare you call my daughter by name?"
Sparks sprang from the duke's eyes. I felt like I was standing in front of a scary mountain beast. Olivia shuddered, forgetting even the pain of her arm, which seemed to break. My legs seemed to loosen in a minute. It was the first time I had ever been through it. Strange. This is my father. Why do you look at me like the most ugly thing in the world?
"Oh, Dad."
"Who. Who's your dad."
It was a cold voice that seemed to freeze everything. The Duke's words were as sharp as his voice. Olivia blinked at the line in an instant. And bowed. The duke said, as if suppressing his emotions.
"Listen."
"...."
"Until I allow it, never again."
"...."
"Don't talk to Ezella."
"Ha, but."
Your wife told me she was your sister. Esela's older sister. When I thought of the word "Sister," my fear of the duke became frequent. Olivia looked up and looked at the duke. I didn't do anything. It was time to say something that was not full of mouth.
"... Even if you weren't the only one."
The duke said in a wringing voice. At the moment, Olivia's breath was choked. The duke's face, which a little while ago seemed to break my arm, collapsed. His violet eyes quivered as if he were sincerely sad.
"... Hazel would have been alive."
Olivia's heart thumped as an assumption that could never be made. The words that filled his mouth disappeared in an instant.
"Your misfortune, me, made my house like this."
"...."
"Don't carry that misfortune to Ezella."
The duke, who had grabbed his arm, slowly lifted his hand. And then, with a nonchalant glance, he entered the room. When the door opened, Esela's cries were heard.
"Dad, sister, sister, why did you throw me out."
"Ezella. Don't cry."
Before the door closed, the duke's voice soothed Ezella. The voice was completely different from when he treated me. With the sound of the door closing, Olivia hesitated. He was also blamed for the tension, and his arm was sore. The cool air of the corridor reached my cheeks. I feel completely different from inside that warm room. Passing maids and servants jostled Olivia. But no one soothed or raised Olivia. Olivia bowed her head and looked down at my arm. The sleeves of the dress his wife bought crumpled lousy. It was very nice to get this dress. When I asked if I could take this precious thing, my wife smiled a little.
"... Hmm, black."
A wild cry broke out. His arms ached, Ecella's crying ached, and the duke's words ached.
"... There was nothing, nor did it."
The words that had disappeared belatedly came out crying. I didn't do anything. She told me there was nothing wrong with me.
"Even if you weren't the only one."
The duke's face was vivid, distraught. The duke is misunderstanding. I didn't do anything, I just came to this mansion. But the Duke's words continued to torment Olivia. If it really is, what do you do? A rumbling scare came. Mom, olivia cried because she wanted to see the duchess. Until the eyes are swollen and the throat is dry. Even then, there was really no one to soothe Olivia. * * *
"... Lord, Lady."
Olivia blinked slowly at the voice calling me. The Imperial Palace was visible beyond the carriage. Sally laughed a little.
"I've arrived. What do you think?"
"... Do that."
Olivia muttered. I felt like I had a dream. I remember when my wife was in the mansion, how it was when everyone was reconciled and at peace. If you weren't the only one... If I hadn't entered Madelaine, would my wife really have been alive? The unfulfilled assumption necessarily left a draught in Olivia's chest. But no matter what anyone says now, Olivia was Madelaine's eldest daughter. She was also the fiancée of Prince Leopold Franz. Although neither my family nor Leopold treated me sincerely yet, Olivia loved them as best she could. She couldn't be wrong to say that if you do your best, it's done.