Facing the frozen expression on Yuan’s face, his uncle continued to whisper while chewing on the facts.

“Know nothing. Don’t be happy in the arms of the fallen prince, stuck in a remote corner, not knowing when you might die, Yuan Feliesse.”

Yuan sent a chilling look towards his uncle, who advised not to be happy as if it were obvious.

“Remember clearly, it’s your sister.”

However, with the new words coming out of his oily lips, Yuan couldn’t help but tense his entire body.

“She died in your place.”

“…What are you saying?”

As if draining all the blood from his body, Yuan turned pale, and his uncle mercilessly began to reveal the cruel truth.

“She didn’t die of old age.”

“No, your sister ran away from the mansion, and then she fell ill-.”

“Did you think your sister died, so you thought you could replace her?”
Towards the disoriented black eyes, eyes sparkling with the same color as hers struck Yuan’s heart with a truth that had been hidden.

“It’s about your sister. From the beginning, you, Yuan Feliesse.”

“…….”

“You went into that dangerous mansion in her place.”

“That’s absurd….”

“It’s not simply deceiving you as the only daughter of the late Feliesse. The person demanded by the royal family is Yuan Feliesse, the daughter of the late Feliesse Marquis.”

With his eyes bloodshot, the final words from his uncle’s mouth.

“From the beginning, you were Yuan Feliesse.”

Yuan’s mind became distant.

Bolonico, after plowing through endless fields of corpses, finally caught up with Emperor Igor, who was returning to the imperial palace.

Judging from the few familiar faces around, it was clear that several courtiers who had recommended poisoning had simultaneously died by suicide.

“Father.”

Emperor Igor, blocking his nose with a handkerchief brought by an attendant to remove the blood from his face, turned his piercing gaze away from the people clearing the corpse, passing noble figures, to his son.

“My adorable Bolonico.”

Smiling with his mouth stretched wide, he wiped the blood-spattered face with the handkerchief brought by the courtier and gestured for Bolonico to come closer.

And at the moment Bolonico’s pointed shoe tip was immersed in the emperor’s shadow, the still bloodied, cruel hand grasped his son’s smooth jaw, twisting and pulling it towards his nose.

The thick fingers pressing on the white skin raised a red mark.

As if tearing apart his son’s face into pieces, the piercing gaze examined it as if it would turn his son’s face into powder.

“My adorable Bolonico. Surely, this is not your doing.”

It wasn’t a voice asking for an answer.

The emperor, making it impossible for him to open his mouth, exerted force on the cheek and jaw as if he couldn’t open his mouth.

“Clad Ufreese. It’s fine to play around, but killing is not allowed.”

“Ah, Fa-.”

“Unless you are planning to eliminate your younger brother Noel, who became a fallen prince, and even your cousin, all due to your father’s throne desires.”

The emperor quickly released his son’s jaw, as if tossing it away.

Due to the abrupt release, Bolonico’s face turned sharply.

Not receiving a smile this time, the emperor didn’t show mercy to Bolonico, who trembled with shame.

“If my son ever dares. If such an incident happens again in front of me.”

Smirking with a cold and silent smile in front of his son, who swallowed dry saliva.

“At that time, you’ll really know how it feels to be overshadowed by your younger brother.”

“!”

“Let’s make you feel it too.”

Licking the blood on a gleaming sword like a rogue, the emperor proudly smiled, presenting the blood-stained tongue and palate to his son.

Bolonico, to avoid showing a disgusted expression at the disgusting sight, focused all his strength, slowly and shamefully, bowing his head and waist consecutively.
As signs of the disturbances subsided, Viscount Garrett Feliesse immediately took Yuan and headed back to the guest room assigned to her.

Since there were no courtiers guarding the door due to the search, entering the guest room was a piece of cake for him.

“Yuan Feliesse. Seeing your name placed side by side with the fallen prince’s name. I wonder what decisions your sister, who heard rumors about the monstrous fallen prince, has made?”

Yuan walked past his uncle with an indifferent stride and entered the room.

Facing her, who had flipped the blanket and was curled up, his uncle spilled the facts he alone knew like burst water.

“At first, she begged me to go instead of her. In fact, there was no need for that because I originally planned to send your sister as ‘Yuan Feliesse.'”

“I suppose that’s true.”

A bitter laugh escaped.

The time he vowed not to believe all of his uncle’s words was shattered, turning into sharp fragments like puzzle pieces being put together.

If it were Louise, it would make sense.

Yet, she was his older sister.

“Of course. Concealing my useful existence. She probably planned to send your sister to Roxenhart. A nephew who only brings trouble. She wouldn’t even think of her as family. There would be no hesitation. It’s disgusting, but not surprising.”

Viscount Feliesse briefly attempted to retaliate with a voice that countered the degrading tone, but now, due to the lack of time, he focused on choosing words to crush Yuan.

“Did she only decide to go instead? She probably thought she might get caught. She might have thought she would die since it’s a deadline. She wanted to eliminate all the risks for you and then die, right?”