As clichéd as it sounds, Miller Bruno could do anything for his daughter, Sofia.
She was a daughter he had at a later age. As he held his long-awaited daughter, Sofia in his arms, he finally understood his father, William Bruno, who was so happy to have Jessica.
He had Sofia, the same age his father had Jessica.
âIt was just like this.â
When William died, he asked Miller a favor. He wanted him to protect Jessica. He asked him to protect Jessica until she gets married to the man she loved, even if it was not a man of a good family.
All the while listening to the request, Miller Bruno laughed at his fatherâs love for Jessica. Was he such a sweet and good father to himself? He still remembers the sternness of hitting the back of his hand just because he didnât spell something properly. He always says heâs useless, and he always compares him to Estin the Grand Duke of Conler. Even though heâs much younger than himself.
His father could not close his eyes to death because his young daughter was so caught in his eyes.
Bruno also tried to be nice to his younger sister because he felt sorry for her. Until he found Williamâs will.
On the day of Jessica Brunoâs wedding, he planned to hand over the Bruno familyâs mansion to Jessica. He was so overwhelmed that he burned down the will in the fireplace, but the will did not turn to ashes. When he checked, there was some kind of incombustible magic that kept the paper from burning. He was so angry he couldnât even laugh.
You sly old manâ¦â¦!
Miller hated seeing Jessica. Jessica, who found out that her only blood brother hated her, was naturally discouraged. After having Sofia, he understood Williamâs feelings a little, but it was only for a moment.
Thinking of the will that canât be burned, wet, or torn in the corner of the drawer at this office, he wanted to strangle Jessicaâs tender throat right away.
When Sophia was five years old, her fever suddenly went up and started talking nonsense. He gave her medicine thinking she had a cold but her fever did not go down. All the healers as well as doctors in the empire visited, but no one knew what Sophiaâs illness was.
The childâs fever didnât subside, so a rumor spread within Brunoâs mansion, they say Sophia would die soon. Some even said that he was cursed by the former family because he did not take care of Jessica.
Then one day, the baroness, who returned from an outing, called him with a trembling hand. His wife sent her aide out and said something to Miller in a trembling voice.
âIâve found a way to save Sofia.â
ââ¦how?â
It took some time before she could explain the method. His wifeâs expression showed fear rather than joy.
âThere is a way to receive the blessing of the demon.â
âMaria!â
âDidnât the Grand Duke also receive that blessing and gained strength!â
âYes, but you can see him living as a marionette of the imperial family.â
ââ¦â¦Of course, there is a price to pay.â
âPlease, Mariaâ¦â¦.â
His wifeâs face, which was usually gentle and friendly, was distorted and shedding tears. Then she approached the sofa where he was sitting and sat down and cried against his thighs. Miller stared blankly into space, not even thinking of appeasing the crying Maria.
âWhere on earth did you hear that?â
As Mariaâs crying stopped, Miller asked in a weak voice. Maria still spoke in a tearful voice.
âI went out to the capital today, and thereâs an old woman I saw for the first time â¦â¦.â
âDid you believe the words of an old woman youâve never seen before?â
Maria cried and looked at Miller with determination. Mariaâs lower lip trembled.
âFor Sophiaâ¦â¦.â
âMaria.â
âYou said you would do anything.â
A rapidly cold voice pierced Millerâs heart. Miller said in a resigned voice.
âTell me.â
ââ¦â¦ she said we can use someone similar.â
âSimilar?â
âSophia is suffering from an unnamed high fever; we can send that heat to a soul similar to Sophia.â
âHow do we send it?â
âFireâ¦.â
âFire?â
âWe need to set a fire.â
***
âYouâre late.â
Estin sat comfortably as if the place where he was sitting was his office. He was looking at Millerâs fountain pen with his chin on his desk, looking bored.
But even in this relaxed atmosphere, the energy of Estin seemed suffocating for Miller. At the meeting of his vassals, there were a lot of people, so it was okay, but meeting him alone made him feel like they were in a very unfamiliar space even though it was his office.
This littleâ¦
âIâm sorry. I wouldnât have gone out today if youâd sent me a message that you were coming.â
âHmm, you didnât know I was coming?â
At Estinâs words, Miller bit his lower lip. Yeah, he knew he would come one day. But he didnât expect him to come so soon.
What the hell is that little Mary Conlerâ¦â¦.
ââ¦â¦Iâm sorry.â
âSo, where did you go?â
âI went to the Capital with my daughter for a while.â
âWell, itâs nice to have a mansion close to the Capital.â
Brunoâs mansion was located quite close to the Capital. Without losing its idyllic beauty, other nobles were quite envious of the Bruno mansion. The beautiful white stone mansion was the pride of the Bruno family.
âOh, when the Grand Duke visited the imperial palace, he felt uncomfortable with the accommodation so he was thinking of getting a villa.â
Suddenly Lucas, who was behind Estin, spoke in a bright voice. Estin, who heard it, nodded his head with an expression as if saying thatâs right. Then he turned the fountain pen in his hand and asked Miller.
âAre you not going to sell me this mansion?â
âItâs a precious mansion thatâs been handed down since my ancestors. Please take back your words.â
Miller seemed to be angry for a moment, but he held it in. He tried to speak as politely as possible, but he couldnât hide his trembling voice.
âIâm kidding. Why are you so serious?â
Estin kept playing with the fountain pen and laughed languidly. While saying that, he never looked at Miller.
Miller shook his head hard in the midst of the suffocating atmosphere. The reason Estin came here was obvious. It must be because of what happened with Mary when he visited. Miller just wanted to get out of this situation.
âIâm sorry.â
âWhat?â
âI made a slip of the tongue to the daughter of the Grand Duke Conler. Iâm deeply reflecting on it.â
At Millerâs words, Estin stood up and nodded with the fountain pen in his hand. Estin approached Miller with a relaxed step and stood in front of him. Then, in front of Miller, who was lowering his head, he looked at Millerâs face at an angle.
âWhy are you bending down to your waist?â
Estin was expressionless as he spoke those words. Millerâs cheeks ache from his gaze. At Estinâs words, Miller slowly raised his bent waist.
âBut you really donât want to sell your mansion?â
ââ¦.Your excellency.â
âI was joking. Why do you have such a straight face?â
Estin put his hand on Millerâs shoulder and said with a smile. Then he whispered close to his ear.
âAnyway.â
ââ¦â¦.â
âItâs not even your mansion, is it?â
At Estinâs words, Millerâs body became noticeably stiff. Estin, who felt it, smirked and slapped his shoulder a couple of times.
Miller could no longer listen to Estin, so he closed his eyes tightly and shouted.
âYour nephew threatened me!â
âRex Bluea?â
âHeâs a person with dangerous ability! Your excellency, you never know he might curse you..â¦.â
âOh, is that your experience?â
âLucas!â
Miller looked back and shouted at Lucasâ sarcastic tone. Lucas just shrugged. Miller exhaled once heavily as he looked at Lucas and turned his head again, then suddenly a fountain pen slipped into his mouth.
ââ¦â¦!â
âI can do anything for my daughter, too.â
Miller felt the tip of the fountain pen drawing through his soft cheeks. Feeling his fear reached its peak, his body stiffened up. Something hot filled his mouth. There seemed to be a wound in his mouth. However, he had no time to feel the pain because of the cold black eyes in front of him.
âA daughter I found after nine years. I canât believe itâ
It was a laid-back tone, but Estinâs eyes were fierce. Miller couldnât say anything because of the fountain pen in his mouth.
Lucas, watching the scene from behind, trembled at the ferocity. He canât get used to seeing this kind of situation even after seeing it day by day.
âWouldnât you know better? Please understandâ¦â¦.â
Estin pulled the fountain pen out of Millerâs mouth. Miller coughed hard; his cough was mixed with blood. Following Miller, who collapsed on the floor, Estin knelt on one knee and sat next to him.
âI donât want to live in this mansion either.â
âCough, cough!â
âHow can I sleep at night when the crying in a beautiful mansion like this does not stop?â
ââ¦â¦.â
Miller shuddered at Estinâs whispering words. Tears from Millerâs eyes fell to the floor.