“Get out! Get out!”

No matter how she shook it, with the strength of a seven-year-old child, she couldn’t overturn the wardrobe. When she realized that, she suddenly opened the door and violently pulled and kicked out Jocelyn’s clothes. Then, she fell to the floor in a fit of rage, crying and screaming.

“Get out! Get out of this house! I hate you! Get out!”

“Lady! No, open your eyes, Lady!”

Maeyana, holding Arianthe, shook her shoulders and slapped her cheeks. But Arianthe couldn’t regain her senses, trembling all over. Then, suddenly revealing the whites of her eyes, she collapsed and fainted.

“Lady!”

Screaming, Maeyana picked up Arianthe. There was no chance to scold Jocelyn, who watched the chaos. Maeyana, holding Arianthe, ran down the corridor, calling a doctor, and when the noise subsided, Jocelyn pulled the broken pendant away from her cheek and closed her eyes.

“Look, Duke. That’s what I told you. Mixing low blood into this family is not allowed. You should have just let me kill the child when I tried.”

With Arianthe collapsing following Swan, the Duke was truly turned upside down.

The situation was a bit different from Swan’s time. This time, Arianthe collapsed while playing a game. If a fever suddenly developed or something went wrong inside, it could be a big problem, and in severe cases, it could even lead to loss of life.
The maids from the east wing, including Bridget, all devoted themselves to Arianthe’s care. The doctor, too, was busy preparing medicine, and Cedilloi knelt under Arianthe’s bed. Meanwhile, Swan stood outside Arianthe’s living room, watching the scene.

She heard that a doctor had come when she collapsed. When she woke up, Cedilloi spoke kindly to her. Maeyana or Bridget brought tea, and Arianthe even brought fairy tales and dice for her own entertainment.

She hadn’t already forgotten that day. And she didn’t think all those people’s care was insincere. It just felt too apparent that there was a difference in degree.

Cedilloi had an expression as if he lost everything, and Maeyana kept murmuring Arianthe’s name while cradling Arianthe’s arms and legs. Bainti, on a doctor’s errand, snapped at Swan, who was standing in front of the door.

“Young master, you shouldn’t be here right now. Everyone is too busy, so go to your room.”

Without even checking Swan’s expression, she quickly went down the stairs. So Swan didn’t know how resentful Swan looked at her.

In fact, Bainti didn’t hate or ignore Swan. Crying or getting angry while rolling on the floor was a familiar sight from Arianthe, but collapsing while playing a game was a first.

Since there was definitely something suspicious, she was too preoccupied to scrutinize Swan.

But Swan was still ten years old. It wasn’t an age to understand all those circumstances.

Alone, Swan returned to her room, closed the door, and lay down on the bed. A murmur of Cedilloi calling Arianthe incessantly continued. Swan didn’t even want to hear that sound, so she turned the sheet upside down. All the sounds, like being submerged in water, grew louder and then suddenly receded.

“Young master.”

Cutting through that muffled noise, a clear voice penetrated under the sheet Swan covered. Surprised, Swan sat up, and Jocelyn, who was standing in front of her bed, appeared from under the sheet as if popping out of nowhere.

The sound of the door opening and closing was not heard, but how could she be here? As if she suddenly emerged from under the bed or in the wardrobe.

“Jocelyn, why are you here… Arianthe is in a lot of pain right now. So everyone is worried…”.

“It’s not pain. It’s a tantrum. She just made a fuss and collapsed while making trouble alone. They’re all making a fuss as if I can’t do anything about it.”

Swan frowned. A tantrum?

“No… I saw it too. Arianthe… lost consciousness. It’s not a tantrum.”

“Poor young master, are you still worrying about such things?”

Of course, Swan was going to answer that she was worried, and Arianthe was her younger sister. But before she could speak, she couldn’t break off Bainti’s brusque words. It was a trivial matter, but it was a big wound to the weak heart of a young boy.

As Swan remained silent, Jocelyn smiled smugly.