Getting recognised by Father among 16 siblings was hard for us. My situation was more crucial in that I was the 4th child out of everyone. The elder siblings were the target of everyone's eyes. The same goes for Father too. Whenever a child of Marquis Pythasus appears, only one whisper brews in everyone's eardrum.
"Will that child be able to survive in Pythasus Household?"
Fear always wrapped itself around our bodies whenever we heard those ugly whispers and felt the unwanted gazes of others. It was enough to make us all break down. But that was when you played your Trump card. That's what the five children of the Marquis did—they eliminated or sabotaged their siblings and emerged stronger than before. But was this the end of everything?
"So at last, he has arrived."
Outside the mansion was full of crowds. Maids were hustling and bustling for some reason. What was the reason?
