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Chapter: 11
“Ah, so you really didn’t like that investment deal that much? To the point of swallowing poison yourself?”
The real reason wasn’t about the deal itself, but the fear of angering Rosiatte so much that she might just let him die.
Sieta, looking exhausted, simply nodded.
“Since you went as far as swallowing poison, I’ve handled things the way you wanted,” Rosiatte said, maintaining her signature faint smile.
“I’ll announce that you’ve woken up soon.”
“Yes,” Sieta replied.
Rosiatte left Sieta’s room without even looking back.
Watching that cold back, Sieta let out a sigh and muttered under her breath.
‘What’s the point of being born with a silver spoon…’
That silver spoon was split in half, fighting and checking each other.
What could Sieta possibly do in that situation?
Two days had passed since Sieta miraculously woke up.
“Do you want to see your father?”
Out of nowhere, Rosiatte asked that.
‘What is she thinking?’ Sieta’s mind grew complicated.
Watching her, Rosiatte smiled, the corners of her eyes folding so that her eyes seemed almost invisible.
“It seems my daughter really wants to see her father.”
And Sieta realized without difficulty that Rosiatte had deliberately overlooked her little scheme.
‘No matter what I do…’
That arrogant confidence—that she could still win—was what allowed Sieta to reach her father.
‘Alright.’
If she lets her guard down, it benefits me.
Though Sieta felt a little afraid, unsure of Rosiatte’s true intentions, the proposal itself wasn’t bad.
Even if it’s someone who doesn’t appear in the original story, if they can be a source of help, shouldn’t she meet them?
Thinking this, Sieta grabbed Rosiatte’s hand and hurried after her.
But then…
‘Wait, where are we even going? No way…’
She hoped Rosiatte wasn’t pretending to help her meet her father while secretly planning something sinister.
Knowing Rosiatte’s personality, it was a real concern.
‘She never hesitates to use every dirty trick available.’
It wouldn’t be surprising if it were just sneaky tactics—but Rosiatte, at the end of the original story, had even used powerful black magic that endangered the lives of the entire Sikan Empire.
‘So, taking my daughter’s life wouldn’t even faze her.’
What started as a half-joke turned into serious worry.
‘This isn’t even the direction of the palace!’
Rosiatte kept leading her into increasingly secluded areas, and cold sweat had already soaked Sieta’s back.
She started panicking.
What should I do? Should I run now?
Just as she was anxiously wondering, not knowing exactly when the original Sieta had died…
“To the temple.”
Rosiatte, nonchalantly avoiding eye contact, instructed her to head to the temple via a remote warp gate.
‘Huh?’
Following Rosiatte’s orders, Sieta now stepped onto temple grounds she had never set foot on in her six years of life.
She was supposed to see her father, but taking her to the temple meant…
‘Father is a priest?’
Wasn’t it that priests couldn’t marry?
Flustered, Sieta couldn’t even speak and just stared blankly at Rosiatte.
Still calm, Rosiatte spoke to her.
“Don’t just stare at me—go greet him. It’s been a long time since you’ve seen your father.”
Could it be…
No way. Really…
A priest is my father?
Unable to hide her surprise, Sieta turned to the man who looked like her biological father and spoke.
“Fa…ther?”
She gave a half-hearted bow, not taking in his appearance at first. But then she finally noticed his features.
And she…
‘What the…’
She swallowed hard.
Silver hair like hers, the same amethyst-colored eyes.
But his face was distinctly different from young Sieta’s—still a child, still cute.
It was cliché, but his face looked sculpted, as if chiseled.
“Sieta.”
Even as he spoke her name, she couldn’t stop examining his face.
Long, silver hair was neatly tied to one side,
and those shining purple eyes glimmered with curiosity solely for her.
“Our lovely daughter.”
Insane.
Literally, insane beauty.
Sieta, staring at the handsome man—no, her father—in disbelief, asked again to confirm.
“You really… are my father?”
He responded promptly to her hesitant question.
“Of course, my lovely daughter.”
Seeing his dazzling beauty, Sieta realized.
‘Definitely.’
This was the man who had fathered a child with Rosiatte—the final boss of the original story, deemed heartless and ruthless.
What does that mean?
Simply put: he’s ridiculously handsome.
The most handsome man Sieta had ever seen in her past or current life.
Not only that, she vaguely guessed he could rival the male lead of the original story, known as the most handsome in the world.
Her mind couldn’t even imagine a better-looking face than his.
Sieta, entranced by his radiant beauty, thought quietly.
‘Is this my future?’
It wouldn’t be exactly the same as Rosiatte’s, but her own future face could be promising.
Feeling a sudden pride in her own potential beauty, she stared at him intently.
Her father’s coloring, like hers, was light and delicate.
Despite being a man, he had the gentle, orchid-like coloring.
‘So that’s where my coloring came from.’
The man in front of her—Sieta’s father, the emperor’s husband.
“I wonder if His Majesty the Emperor told you about me? My name is Vicente. I’m truly glad to meet our daughter.”
Vicente, smiling purely out of affection for Sieta, didn’t look like the father of a six-year-old at all.
‘Wow, to marry the final boss and have a child, he has to be this beautiful.’
Sieta silently scolded herself for focusing only on her father’s face. But that reflection didn’t help much.
No matter how much she tried, her eyes were automatically drawn to him.
Rosiatte noticed Sieta zoning out immediately and said with a smile:
“My daughter seems to have inherited my tastes entirely.”
Sieta bristled internally at Rosiatte’s teasing remark.
It wasn’t that she was stupidly captivated by Vicente’s face.
‘That kind of beauty can turn even those who prefer sexy types into a delicate type.’
Ah, I liked this.
It was beauty capable of making someone fabricate a preference that didn’t exist.
Even Sieta, who loved sexy and competent types and had chosen Rosiatte as her favorite, couldn’t take her eyes off Vicente’s delicate beauty.
“I greet the Sun of the Empire. Since it’s been a while…”
“Today, my daughter wanted to see her father, so I brought her. We’ll meet again another time.”
Even as such a beautiful man expressed his pleasure in seeing her, Rosiatte was merciless.
“I see. Please, take a look around.”
Even Rosiatte’s slightly sulky face seemed heavenly to Sieta, who kept focusing on Vicente.
“Then, see you in three hours.”
“Yes!”
Despite Rosiatte’s curt announcement, she responded warmly.
Rosiatte briefly checked on Sieta, still pretending to be kind, then said:
“I leave my daughter in your care.”
“Yes, she is my child too, so…”
Rosiatte cut him off without hesitation.
“Don’t get the wrong idea.”
Her tone was icy, drawing a definite line.
“She is my daughter, not yours.”
The coldly drawn line made Sieta awkward as well.
‘How can she be so harsh after having a child together?’
It was clear: Rosiatte wasn’t the type to be swayed by anyone’s face.
How could anyone face such a beautiful man and yet treat him like that?
