CH 42

“Dad, I want you to make Sian a servaaant.”

“…Bill,”

After the banquet.

He was thinking of getting through his backlog quickly and enjoying a date with Billie.

Eating strawberry cake.

He wanted to have a tea time, though.

Cassis was in shock and couldn’t even answer.

He quickly put his hand on his forehead.

When he thought about it, it was only then that I remembered the reason why he forced himself to return to Vallois Castle.

‘I received Agasa’s message and ran the carriage right away.’

He had forgotten about the beast when he arrived, preoccupied with the assassin and the work he had been putting off.

“…”

He hoped that what he was seeing with his own eyes was in vain.

He’d rather that be in vain

“Bill,”

“Make him a servant.”

My God.

“Billie.”

“Servant! Servant!”

He stared at his daughter, trying to hold on to his crumbling expression.

“Sian must become a servant!”

Holdㅡ

He wondered if she wanted to appeal to the expression of her opinion.

Billie raised her cotton fist that grabbed the yellow-haired’s hand.

“Bill,”

It was then that the eyes of Cassis, who had been trying to get angry, narrowed.

‘What is this.’

The yellow hair was suspicious.

He thought the bastard’s dark eyes widened a little after she suddenly grabbed his hand.

Wouldn’t it make his ears turn red?

A spineless fellow.

‘To think that he stays still while they’re holding hands.’

If he refused his daughter’s hand, he was thinking of beating him up, yet in the end, it felt like blood was gushing backwards when he was still held in his daughter’s hand.

“Billie, let go for now.”

Cassis, who had managed to keep his composure, finally spoke up.

‘I would beat him up if he was 15, no, 13.’

My opponent is 8 years old.

My opponent is 8 years old.

He remembered Vivian, who had always been generous with children.

He was in a situation where he had to mobilize even the feelings of his wife who had left because all his patience wasn’t enough.

“You have to come here first.”

“Huh?”

“Come to Daddy.”

Billishia blinked her purple eyes.

Fortunately, she seemed to understand what he was saying, then she walked over and came into his arms.

He felt relief when he felt his daughter’s warmth on his chest.

“Dad, let Sian be a servant… Ugh.”

And Cassis grabbed his daughter, who was trying to get out of his arms and sat down in a chair, then put her on his lap.

‘Where do I start?’

As much as possible, it had to be finished in a way that Billishia wasn’t hurt.

But the opponent is Vallois.

It would be difficult to end well if you think of the unique stubbornness that came down through blood.

‘She’ll probably throw out and cry.’

“No, Billie.”

So he had to be firm.

Even if she cried, he could never get past this.

…Or at least he thought so.

“Dad.”

“?”

“…Just listen to my opinion.”

Suddenly, his eyebrows twisted at the whisper of a betrayal.

Swishㅡ

And wiggling fingers.

After thinking about it for a while, Cassis bowed his upper body at the will of his daughter.

“…You can’t do this, Dad.”

He expected her to cry and whine, though.

“If I tried to bring Sian but were rejected, how would my status as the Princess of Vallois be?”

A 5-year-old child was quietly threatening the head of Vallois.

“…”

When did she grow up like this?

His head dizzy at the unexpected scenario.

He looked into his daughter’s eyes once more.

She had purple eyes that were just like his.

He couldn’t come up with an answer to respond to her as if he was looking in a mirror.

He decided to remain silent for now.

“The Vallois family is one of the largest families of the Rolls Empire. Right?”

Soon, four chubby fingers filled his field of vision.

‘…Are you asking me?’

Cassis, realizing that she was really eliciting an answer from him, nodded his head as if he was possessed.

“Yes.”

“I was born into the direct line of the Vallois family. So, from the moment I was born, I had the rights of Vallois. Yes?”

…Look at this brat.

He was dumbfounded, so he smiled without even realizing it.

“So I…”

Now, in front of him, his 5-year-old daughter was claiming her position and rights.

Of course, he doesn’t like a situation that’s possessed by the yellow-headed beast.

As expected of Vallois.

‘Is my daughter really a 5-year-old?’

The resoluteness and charisma that emanated from those chubby fingers would be a source of pride anywhere in the Rolls Empire.

‘If Vivian saw this, she would really like it.’

In the small-mouthed protests, he imagined the daily life of quarreling with Vivian before he knew it.

[What else, Cassis. That’s how she grows up.]

…In this situation, Vivian would burst into laughter.

[Vivian. I don’t know if it’s a female servant, but I’m against a male servant.]

[…Oh my? I agree, though.]

She must have accepted that yellow haired servant while lightly ignoring his opinion.

“…So I have the right to make Sian a servant.”

“…Mm, right.”

Cassis, lost in thought, nodded roughly.

“Dad has to give permission to save your daughter’s face.”

“…Mm, right.”

“Then is Sian a servant now?”

“…Right.”

“Your Grace!”

“Hmm?”

At the frightened scream of Agasa, he finally returned to reality.

“Yessss! I got permission, Sian! You’re now a servant of Vallois!”

At the same time permission was granted, a small warmth disappeared.

Billie, who came down from his lap, was holding Sian’s hand before he knew it.

“Billie.”

It was then.

At the end of his gaze to stop his daughter, a strange noise caught.

A bandage on his arm.

It was a wound that hadn’t been there the last time he saw him.

***

“There.”

A ghastly low voice for an instant.

As Billie and Sian tried to leave the room, their bodies hardened like ice.

Cassis’ purple eyes sank terribly.

‘Come to think of it, there was only one outsider in Vallois Castle.’

“Slave.”

It seemed that he had finally returned from a father to the head of Vallois.

As the eerie expression tilted his head, the bewildered servants’ eyes turned to Sian.

However, he was a very strange kid.

The head of the family directly mentioned him.

‘But can he be that calm?’

The quiet boy just stared blankly at Cassis.

He wasn’t interested in Cassis calling him.

He seemed to have no interest in anyone other than Billishia in the first place.

‘I’m going crazy.’

Realizing that fact, Cassis muttered a curse inwardly.

He was well aware of the dangers of that type.

The scariest thing in the world wasn’t greed or the desire for honor.

Obsession.

He was someone who only wanted and was obsessed with one thing.

A person whose life’s motto is an abnormal mindset, saying that once they bite, they won’t miss it.

“…”

There was another reason why that type was dangerous.

They ignore all disciplines and ranks for the object they are obsessed with. And also common sense rules.

Just like Cassis did.

‘I can see the sprout.’

Cassis and Sian’s gazes, which had become cloudy in the silence, intertwined once.

“…”

Then the slave lowered his eyes.

It was as if he had finally realized that a slave was not supposed to make eye contact with a noble.

“Start working as a servant tomorrow.”

He just had to watch.

The rest of the people except for Billishia were taken aback by the calm person.

“And you, follow me.”

Cassis got up and dragged Sian out.

***

Clickㅡ

“Where did you get hurt?”

Warehouse with no one else.

Cassis, who brought Sian to a deserted room, asked quietly as soon as the door was closed.

He didn’t threaten nor did he bully Sian.

“…”

However, the huge presence that looked like a mountain created a frightening sense of intimidation by itself.

“There won’t be a fight. Moreover, on the subject of a slave, not even a knight.”

Zing.

Sian lowered his head and only raised his eyes.

The purple eyes that permeated the darkness were shining like predators.

The head of Vallois.

A man his master despised.

“…On the day that Vallois’ regular meeting was held, I was hurt by an assassin.”

“Is that why you killed the assassin?”

He’s doubting me.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard of an 8-year-old using Aura anywhere in the Rolls Empire.”

Only then did Sian’s blank gaze, which had been silent for a moment, come into focus.

Actually, it didn’t matter if he got caught.

Even if that man had destroyed his kingdom, he had no interest in the half-blood family that had abandoned him.

In the first place, all this was done by order.

‘But now I’ve chosen.’

It was the first time.

Without any coercion, he decided to do something on his own.

Thus, everything was now invisible for Sian except for Billishia.

If he has any problem now, it would be,

‘If my identity is revealed, Billie will feel a tremendous sense of betrayal.’

However, it was an identity that would be discovered someday.

If it was going to be revealed in the end, he wanted Billie to be the first person who found out about that.

Also punishment.

Also a look of resentment.

Sian wanted it to be Billishia, who did all that.

“I was usually ambushed by assassins.”

He couldn’t let Cassis know first.

“I thought he was looking for a kid my age.”

At those words, the purple eyes that had been lowering his gaze widened slightly.

Did he realize Sian’s intention when he said he was targeting Billishia?

Cassis closed his mouth, revealing menacing muscles around his chin.

He had to give information.

On the line of not being caught.

“…Judging from the assassin’s appearance, he doesn’t seem to belong to the Rolls Empire. He must be a foreigner.”

He should have figured this out.

Currently, Vallois was struggling with communication with the Law Kingdom.

The Vallois side would be curious.

‘Why does a defeated country that has nothing ignore Vallois?’

Deep in thought, he gazed at the head of Vallois family.

But it was strange.

“?”

Those purple eyes that should be seen from far away.

“!”

It was right in front of his nose.

“I know all about that. I didn’t even ask for such trivial things. Slave.”

A creepy low tone.

“You hid something terrible under your clothes.”

At his words, Sian’s eyes trembled infrequently.

He already noticed more than Sian wanted.

“It’s not my business to know if your previous owner cast that black magic or if you did it…”

He hadn’t even thought of recognizing the identity of the necklace.

“One week.”

Crack!

When Cassis opened his mouth, the necklace he had hidden under his clothes shattered.

“Leave before that. The only reason I didn’t beat you up was because of Billishia.”

Will I get caught by my daughter, I wonder.

Bang!

He gave a weaker warning than he thought, and disappeared with the sound of the door.