She's Not My Sister You Fool

The teacher who would teach me the sword — Baal — was not in the palace, but for the sake of practicing alone, I dragged the sword and headed for the garden. 'I can't afford to be lax.' Dietrich is still a child. Derek Lagrange, on the other hand, is an adult who has power and wealth, along with the power of the shadow devil. If no one was going to protect the villain Dietrich, I thought I should protect him. Because he was my only family. ‘Did Anissa also feel this way?’ Anissa knew that Dietrich was using her, but thinking that he was her only family, she couldn’t get away from him. I wondered if Anissa and Dietrich in the book also formed a bond like we did now.  ‘At least, the Dietrich right now is not a bad kid.’ In ‘The Rose Wars of Men’, Dietrich’s childhood wasn’t given much importance.  In the original version, he may have been a more ordinary boy than expected before he became the Grand Duke. I didn’t know what incident triggered him to become a villain. 'Thou...

  “Baal!” Marilyn and I were playing with dolls in my room, and then I jumped out of my seat because of the smell of trash in the distance.  ‘I didn’t even know where he’d been for a while and I couldn’t see him anywhere!’ If there was a person who knew Dietrich’s whereabouts better than Yuric or Marilyn - though he’s not really a person - it was Baal.  I poked my nose around the hall to find the stale aura of Baal. “Baal!” “.........” “Don’t hayd! I know you’re der!” I shouted, pointing my fingers at Baal hidden in the shadow of the window sill. Baal was barely visible to the eyes where the black shadow was because of its mud-colored body.  But even if he was a demon, he couldn’t hide the smell of his aura. “How the hell did the princess find me?” “Baal’s shmell.” “....my smell?” “Yea. A stinky shmell. It shmells like rotten farths.” With my analogy, Baal flinched with a start, as if shocked. I clung to the body of the sullen shadow devil and opened my mouth. “Whers...

  It was the first time ever since I was born that I saw such a sad aura. A deep melancholy incomparable to Lancel’s aura, mourning the death of Camille. ‘What is making her so sad?’ Just looking at Veronica’s deep blue aura, rolling like the waves, made me feel so depressed.  “Don’t be shad. Eat bread. Sister can eat ith all.” I thrust the bread again at the girl who did not take the bread I was extending, but continued to stare at me. A person needs to have a full stomach to endure his sorrow. Veronica, who looked about sixteen, was skinny like a piece of wood, so it was a bit pitiable to look at.  ‘Liatris isn’t poor like Dahlia, this is weird.’ The bread I was giving her was also the bread that Yuric brought.  ‘Children should eat well!’ Veronica might be on the older side among the Lagrange children, but if she was in my past life, she would look like a high school girl who still wears her school uniform to go to school.  I used to go hungry when I was her ...