I Became the Assassin Family's Foster Daughter (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 11
But Lovenhaf’s swift departure was thwarted by Deon’s intervention.
“My father has matters to discuss with Duke Rodwick, so I can’t leave even if I wanted to.”
That shamelessly cheerful smile.
It was obvious that if he left, Lovenhaf would immediately start questioning the Rodwick household staff about Riche.
Deon plopped down onto the sofa opposite Lovenhaf, keeping a watchful eye.
“Did Duke Hibetsman come because of the Hunting Festival?”
“Yeah. It’s only two months away.”
“Then why did you tag along? The Duke could have come alone.”
“Oh, you know, I wanted to see your face too.”
Deon’s eyes narrowed skeptically, clearly not buying it.
“Don’t make that face. I have no interest in your younger sister.”
At those words, Deon’s guard rose even higher—his crimson eyes brimming with distrust.
Lovenhaf frowned, lowering his eyebrows as if wronged, and whined.
“I’m telling the truth!”
Two days ago, the Rodwick Dukedom had officially announced the adoption of a foster daughter.
The Rodwick family taking in a commoner as a princess?
It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say the entire Empire had gossiped about it at least once—the outside world was in an uproar.
However.
Lovenhaf could swear on his life—he had no particular interest in this new princess.
It was merely surprising that *that* Duke Rodwick would do something like this, nothing more.
“It’s the nobles who are strange for caring about some commoner.”
The Hibetsman Dukedom especially valued noble lineage above all.
Though only nine years old and generally amiable toward others, Lovenhaf was, to his core, a Hibetsman.
He firmly believed the boundary between nobles and commoners was set at birth.
Once a noble, always a noble; once a commoner, always a commoner.
“Why should I trust you?”
“Just trust me a little, Dercedion. Do you even realize how you look right now? Like a wary little wolf cub.”
“What?”
“Ah! Sorry. The ‘little wolf cub’ is actually the second son of the Serdia Dukedom.”
“…Do you value your life so little? Comparing me to that beast?”
“Whoa! Really sorry. That was a mistake.”
Thus, Lovenhaf couldn’t understand why Dercedion reacted so sensitively to the word “younger sister.”
After all, Dercedion always maintained an air of indifference toward everything.
‘It’s not just Dercedion.’
Duke Rodwick himself had seemed a bit odd too.
Just moments ago, when Lovenhaf politely asked,
“May I greet Princess Rodwick?”
“……”
The atmosphere around them instantly froze.
It felt as if the power over cold belonged not to the Hibetsmans, but truly to the Rodwicks.
This house really was unbearably bleak.
‘Since both of them are acting so strangely, I’m curious—does that commoner really hold such worth?’
In two months, the Hunting Festival would be held alongside the Founding Day celebrations.
The festival would be attended by the elites of the four Dukedoms and members of the Imperial Family.
That was precisely why Duke Hibetsman had come to see Duke Rodwick today.
‘Could the Hunting Festival be connected to Duke Rodwick adopting a commoner?’
The Emperor, weaker than the Dukes, had recently introduced various policies concerning commoner welfare to win public favor.
But these policies, born from mere theoretical discussions, lacked practicality and only drew resentment.
‘Father suggested Duke Rodwick might have adopted a commoner to counter the Imperial Family.’
Whether that was true or not—
Well, worrying about such matters was his father’s duty as an adult, not his own at the age of nine.
He was far more intrigued by why Deon was acting this way—it was pure curiosity.
“Hey, Dercedion.”
Seeing Lovenhaf’s grinning face, Deon furrowed his brow.
That look clearly meant he intended to go see Riche. After all, that kid was twisted in his own way too.
“Wake up from your dream.”
“Huh?”
“You can’t see her.”
If that was the case, it was best to crush any hope right away.
Deon twisted the corner of his mouth as he spoke.
“I kicked her out of the mansion.”
“What? Kicked her out?”
“Yeah.”
“Why? I’ve heard rumors you’ve been chasing away noble children who came to play with you, but she’s your sister! Did the Duke permit this?”
Lovenhaf’s eyes widened in shock.
Deon merely leaned back against the armrest of the sofa with a dismissive “Hmph,” offering no further reply.
Technically, she’d gone out to buy clothes, but there was no need to correct him.
‘That brat—I wondered why she suddenly went out. So Father sent her away because the Hibetsmans arrived.’
Even if no words were spoken, Duke Hibetsman certainly wouldn’t look kindly upon Riche, a commoner. Sometimes, atmosphere alone could wound deeper than words.
Then his eyes narrowed slightly—he recalled how Jed had deliberately provoked him yesterday.
“Young Master, I wonder just how hard I worked in my past life—Master actually ordered me to accompany Miss Riche on her shopping trip! Goodness! It’s your beloved younger sister’s first outing, so I’m not sure if it’s right for me to go instead of you.”
“Beloved… Don’t spout nonsense.”
Though his expression soured as if he’d bitten into a bug, he didn’t deny the word “younger sister.”
Seeing this, Jed feigned sympathy and said with exaggerated nonchalance,
“You may say that, but you must be upset, right? If your house arrest hadn’t been extended by another day, you’d be the one going with her instead of me. Don’t worry—I’ll go in your stead! I’ll choose outfits for Miss Riche as if I were her older brother—just like you would!”
Damn it. He should’ve just ignored it.
The reason his insides were boiling right now was clearly because Jed’s nonsense had unilaterally mocked him.
It certainly wasn’t because someone had stolen the role of that brat’s older brother.
“Dercedion. Are you really not going to tell me? Why did you kick her out?”
Lovenhaf finally moved right next to the sofa where Deon was lounging and pleaded for an explanation.
Deon casually pushed Lovenhaf’s face away with his palm and continued his thoughts.
‘Older brother?’
But right now, *he* was the only one who held that title.
After all, Jed had never once been called “older brother” by that kid—whereas he’d heard it dozens of times.
Thinking this way seemed to calm his heart a little.
The corner of Deon’s mouth twitched imperceptibly.
[This is the timeline separator]“What are you doing? Hurry up or I’ll leave without you.”
Anna stood on the street, calling toward the open carriage door.
Cradled in her arms was Riche, who had just stepped down from the carriage.
Jed brushed off the hand that had been flicking his ear and leaped out of the carriage.
“Sorry, Miss. My ear suddenly itched.”
“You don’t need to apologize…”
Flustered, Riche shook her head. On her palm, Pythons, now transformed into a squirrel, let out a yawn.
He seemed still drowsy, having only just woken up.
“Nonsense. Miss, don’t you dare go easy on Jed Treang—he’ll just keep pushing his luck endlessly.”
The place where Riche and the Treang siblings arrived was a bustling city within the Rodwick family’s territory.
The carriage they rode in was luxurious yet bore no family crest—a plain carriage to avoid drawing the attention of potential enemies.
“You understand, right? You mustn’t mention your surname. Though your name hasn’t been revealed, word has already spread that the Duke took in a foster daughter.”
Riche nodded at Jed’s quiet reminder.
Riche’s group entered the clothing store right in front of their halted carriage.
Since the shop specialized in noble attire, its interior was so opulent that Riche’s eyes widened in awe.
When Jed confidently stated their names, a staff member emerged from the back and guided them to a VIP room.
Not long after they sat down, a lavishly dressed designer entered.
The moment she saw Riche seated on the sofa, she gasped in astonishment.
“Good heavens! Who have you brought with you? Such a flawless being, as if born without a single impurity! Oh, Trapet—this must be why I was born!”
[This one’s way too dramatic.]Pythons commented, watching the designer—who’d just called herself Trapet—press a hand to her forehead and sway unsteadily.
Thanks to their contract, Pythons and Riche could communicate without speaking aloud.
No one else could hear what he’d just said.
“She’s adorable, isn’t she? Our young lady.”
Anna, seated beside Riche, proudly declared to Trapet.
“If she’s adorable, why are *you* the one looking so proud?”
At Jed’s teasing remark, Anna grinned and jabbed him sharply in the side.
“Ugh!” Jed doubled over. Trapet’s amber eyes fixed intently on Riche, having overheard their exchange.
‘…?’
Confused by her odd behavior, Riche tilted her head.
Trapet smiled knowingly, lifting her crimson-painted lips with satisfaction.
“No wonder the Duke decided to adopt you as his daughter.”
‘The Duke?’
Startled by her words, Riche turned to look at Jed beside her.
Hadn’t he clearly said it would be disastrous if her identity were discovered? Yet this woman seemed to already know who she was.
“Don’t worry. Trapet is from Rodwick.”
“From Rodwick?”
“On my first day, didn’t I mention that many people in Rodwick received new names? Our Duke has a hobby of picking up strays. Trapet was found as a child and lived in Rodwick Mansion for about three years.”
A hobby of picking up people?
…So that’s why he picked her up too. Riche recalled Blake’s face—but she still couldn’t decipher what he was thinking.
At Jed’s words, Trapet clasped her hands together excitedly.
“That’s right! The Duke gave me my name. While sewing at the mansion, I realized my dazzling talent!”
But as merely a maid in a ducal household, the only way she could nurture her talent was by mending clothes.
Just as Trapet was despairing over her status, Blake extended a helping hand.
“The Duke wrote me a letter of recommendation to the academy. Thanks to him, I could study design.”
Trapet poured her passion into design day and night. Her talent and hard work soon shone brightly—she swept awards in competitions and noble clients flooded in with reservations.
Living the life of a successful designer, she suddenly closed all her businesses and moved to a remote southern town to open a small atelier.
It was a minor city within the Rodwick Duchy.
“I thought my skills were finally good enough to craft clothes for Duke Rodwick’s family. I had so many designs I wanted to present to the Lady…”
Trapet wiped her eyes and couldn’t finish her sentence.
Sniff.
Riche turned at the sudden sound.
It was Anna, whose eyes had reddened while listening to Trapet’s story—likely because of the word “Lady.”
[Lady?]‘She means Duchess Rodwick, Deon’s mother. She passed away seven years ago.’
Riche answered Pythons’ question in her mind.
If people shed tears just hearing about her, she must have been a wonderful person.
Riche tried imagining the kind-faced Duchess—but it was impossible.
“Worthless creature! Someone like you should never have been born!”
To Riche, the word “mother” existed only as that single image.
“Enough about the past—!”
Trapet clapped her hands lightly to lighten the mood.
She beamed confidently at Riche.
“My top priority clients have always been Duke Rodwick and his family. When I heard you’d received your name, my fingers itched so badly I couldn’t resist! Wait just a moment—I’ll bring the clothes.”
Not long after, outfits crafted by Trapet began arriving one after another into the VIP room.
The problem was that every single piece fit Riche perfectly.
“To think I’d find my muse here!”
“Miss! Miss! Can you try on the dresses displayed downstairs too?!”
“Uh, um…”
“…Wow.”
Unable to contain their excitement, Trapet and Anna brought up every children’s dress from the shop.
Riche, unable to resist even once, changed into every outfit they handed her.
Overwhelmed by their enthusiasm, Jed was relegated to clapping each time Riche emerged in a new dress.
“Jed Treang. Where’s your soul? Put a little more heart into your applause.”
“Maybe you two should calm down? Miss looks exhausted.”
Finally worn out by the repetitive routine, Jed spoke up.
Indeed, Riche—who they’d assumed was quiet and fine—now sat dazed, her cheeks flushed.
“Oh! Miss.”
“Oh dear. Shall we stop here? Then we need to select the outfits to send back to the mansion.”
Trapet and Anna entered Trapet’s workshop, connected to the VIP room.
Exhausted, Riche and Jed sat side by side on the sofa.
Riche drank the cool orange juice a staff member had brought—it helped cool her down a bit.
Jed fanned her gently with his hand and struck up a conversation.
“Have you gotten a bit closer to the Young Master?”
“I don’t know.”
Riche took another gulp of orange juice, set the cup down, and shook her head.
After the picture book incident, Deon had been confined again to the annex, so she hadn’t seen him since—there’d been no chance to grow closer.
“Oh, right.”
Riche lifted her head toward Jed.
Her round eyes clearly held something she wanted to ask.
She’s adorable. Jed thought to himself, calmly continuing to fan her.
“You said older brother hates humans. Why is that?”
“Oh, he told you that too? Our Young Master really… Well, you see—”
“Aaah!”
Just then, a scream echoed from Trapet’s workshop.
Male lead first thought she played hard to get, only to realize she
really disliked him
Short intro:
What she can’t stand the most is the streets full of effeminate men, especially that so-called top beauty whom she avoids at all costs.
Shen Yaoxing looks at Jiang Mingyue, who keeps approaching her with coy shyness.
Shen Yaoxing: Bro, don’t be like this, I’m really about to throw up!
She fears nothing in heaven or earth, except for him getting close to her.
*
At first he thought she was just using the trick of feigning indifference to attract his attention. Later, he learned that she truly despised him.
This dealt a heavy blow to Jiang Mingyue, and he vowed to make her, like everyone else, fall at his feet in worship!
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Synopsis:
Before transmigrating, Shen Yaoxing only wanted to find a reliable man to spend her life with. Who knew that after transmigrating, she would become a reliable woman herself…
A forced misandrist, highly skilled, and reliable female lead
vs.
An initially aloof and arrogant, later morbid, obsessed male lead
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At least that will make her discovered sooner by her new family.
Oh no! An enemy. How did she get discovered so fast?