CH 4

Feeling Like a Demon (Gabrielle’s father’s point of view)

I, Duke Olivier, had a daughter.

My beloved daughter, Gabrielle, was a memento of my late wife.

I had kicked her out of my house and my country. No, to be more precise, it was His Majesty the King and His Highness Cyril, the Crown Prince and my daughter’s fiancé, who kicked her out. Even so, it is a fact that I was complicit in her conviction.

It was all because I fell under the spell of that Viscount’s daughter.

It was her fault, but it also was my fault for I fell under her spell.

That woman had already been captured and sentenced to death for her crimes of seducing the royalty and other powerful nobles, but I don’t care about her.

All I care about is the safety of my daughter.

I don’t care whether that woman is locked up in a felon’s prison or if tortured to death.

“You still haven’t found Elle!?”

The moment the spell on me broke, I immediately started searching for Elle. It was only three days ago that she left. I thought I would be able to track her down soon.

However, the reality is cruel.

“I have no excuses, Your Grace. We’ve confirmed that she left the country, but we have no idea what happened to her after that…”

“Oh no…”

Elle was the owner of the highest magic power in the country.

I don’t think she will get herself killed, but I won’t be able to find her after she left the country.

Why couldn’t I find her earlier?

“Your Grace, you should take a rest…”

“There’s no way I will be able to fall asleep…”

I cannot fall asleep when I don’t know what is going on with Elle.

Rather, when I try to rest, her face pops out in my mind, causing me to jump back on my feet.

“Elle…”

Where are you?

I will not make a mistake again, so please let me find you soon. Please come back home.

“Father…”

My son Andre came to my office. His complexion was terrible.

Naturally.

My son was charmed by that woman, and he ended up hitting his elder sister whom he admired very much.

He was also a victim of the charm, but he must be feeling crushed under the guilt of pushing his elder sister away.

“Have you found my elder sister yet?”

“No…”

“… P, please let me join the search party!”

I shook my head at my son’s request.

“I cannot do that.”

Seeing the crying son of mine, I wanted to tell him that I am the one who wants to cry.

“How did things turn out like this…”

As for what Elle was doing while her brother was crying and her father was lamenting?

“N~ yummy! Auntie, this is super delicious!”

She was enjoying a cream-filled bun.