She Is a Daughter Raised As the Son of a Duke

s brow wrinkled.
He seemed to be having a nightmare.

 

I was familiar with his nightmares.
A dream in which the Vinche abandons him.
In the original story, he said that he had the same dream every time he could forget it.

 

This nightmare is no longer a nightmare after adopting Stella.

 

Stella does not use magic, but Persis completely forgets Vinche as he focuses on Stella, and in the process, he does not have nightmares.

 

Well, that’s for later.
Now you’re being punished. 

 

It was the time when I stuck out my tongue as if it was looking good.

 

Persis grabbed my arm. 

 

“!”

 

I almost screamed in surprise for a moment.

 

Why is he grabbing my arm? Is he mad at me for sticking my tongue out?

 

He wasn’t sleeping, and he was starting to sweat because she was afraid she’d make him mad.

 

But that’s all.
Just holding the arm.
The eyes were still closed, and the middle of the forehead was wrinkled.

 

Huh? I think he’s sleeping…?

 

When nothing happened, I quietly tried to get out of his grasp. 

 

However.

 

“… don’t go.”

 

 “…?” 

 

“Stay by my side.”

 

She failed because he didn’t let go.

 

I couldn’t stay like this, so I decided to wake him up.

 

“” Your Excellency.”

 

“…”

 

When he didn’t wake up at the call, she called him again.

 

“Your Excellency.”

 

“…”

 

Still, he showed no sign of waking up.

 

Should I shout louder?

 

I took a breath and shouted out loud enough to surprise Yohan outside.

 

“Dad!”

 

Only then did Persis open his eyes wide.
He Just woke up from a nightmare, breathing heavily.

 

“Ha-ha-”

 

Soon he looked at me with eyes that seemed to ask why you were there.
I showed him the gripped arm.

 

“I was surprised when you caught me all of a sudden.
Let go.”

 

Persis’s eyes fell on my arm.

 

Perhaps he didn’t know he was holding it, his eyes trembled slightly before slowly releasing it.

 

His handprints were red on my white arm from how tightly he held me.

 

He raised his upper body and opened his mouth.

 

“… Why did you come in here?”

 

“I often come here to read books.”

 

Right now, I’m not here to read a book, but I’m here to escape.
He looked at my arm again.

 

“How long have I been holding it?”

 

“From about a minute ago.”

 

“I guess you didn’t wake me up as soon as you were caught.”

 

“I was surprised for about 30 seconds and stiffened.”

 

“…”

 

However, looking at his expression, the time he was holding for 30 seconds or 30 minutes did not seem to matter.

 

He tapped his lips to see if there was anything he wanted to ask, but he spoke out after a long time.

 

“… I don’t talk in my sleep.”

 

He didn’t like that such a question came out of his noble mouth, but he had to know if he was funny while sleeping.

 

I answered truthfully. 

 

“Don’t go, stay by my side, you said.”

 

“…”

 

And I hit the nail on the head.

 

“It’s my mom’s dream, isn’t it? You miss her, don’t you? 

 

“No.”

 

He denied it without hesitation but knew it wasn’t me who read the original.

 

“It’s all right.
It could happen.”

 

“I said no.”

 

“I miss my mom, too”.

 

In the original work, Vicnhe used to be described as the most beautiful woman in the empire.
To the point that you want to see in real life how beautiful she is.

 

“… I’m not.”

 

He was firm, even though his tone was beginning to show irritation.

 

“Whether it’s true or not, nightmares will gradually disappear by next year.”

 

Next year, Persis will adopt Stella and forget Vinche.

 

“How can you be sure of that?”

 

Since I can never say that I read the original, I made a rough excuse.

 

“Is it a sense…? I have a good feeling about it.”

 

“…”

 

He seemed to have nothing more to say, so I bowed my head and tried to get out.

 

“Then I’ll be on my way.”

 

The moment, I turn my back and take a couple of steps.

 

“… give it up”

 

I heard his low voice.
I stopped walking and looked back.

 

Looking back again, he seemed indifferent and resigned.

 

“No matter what you prove, you can’t be what I need you to be.
So give up and go to an orphanage.”

 

My eyebrows furrowed before he could finish his sentence.

 

I was wondering what you were talking about, but you’re telling me to go to the orphanage again?

 

Does he know? That I could be adopted by a swindler if I go to an orphanage.
I could be sold as a slave.  That I could be beaten to death by a noble lady.

 

Sadly, he cannot know.
I hated him for saying that. 

 

That’s why I hated him for recklessly talking about going to an orphanage.

 

‘I have to stay in this house at all costs.’ 

 

I tried to hide my teary expression and asked.

 

“If I had been a son rather than a daughter, would you have raised me?”