Sister, I'm the Queen This Life (330 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 467

Cardinal de Mare received a request to leave the palace immediately instead of entering the reception room to meet his daughter.

This treatment was unprecedented in his entire life. For a moment, he felt deeply ashamed—not of his cardinal’s red robes, but as if he were wearing the plain woolen habit of an ordinary friar.

‘Is it because I no longer hold any office? Because I have no power and the powerful no longer wish to associate with me?’

He was old enough not to think this way, but his immaturity still showed. The cardinal shook his head deliberately, as though brushing off such thoughts.

At that moment, a servant offered him a purple cushion. The cardinal glared at it through the monocle he had recently begun using.

It took him a brief moment to focus. Resting on the cushion was a small bundle of golden-blonde hair.

“Countess Contarini said… you would understand if she sent this.”

“…”

The servant before him addressed his daughter by an unfamiliar title. And his daughter—called by a name he himself rarely used—had just carried out an act he knew all too well. Revenge.

The cardinal hesitated for a moment, wondering whether to pick up the severed lock of hair. His head spun dizzily.

He realized this cold reception had nothing to do with his declining socioeconomic status. Or—was it truly unrelated?

Yet the thought that his own child’s rage and hatred toward him were the reason for this humiliation was even harder to swallow than being scorned simply for losing power.

Cardinal de Mare finally hesitated, then picked up Isabella’s severed hair. The light strands scattered in all directions, carried by a sudden breeze drifting through the room.

He had planned to gently suggest to his daughter that they go together to the monastery—taking her young granddaughter as well—assuring her that although he couldn’t be a strong umbrella, he could at least offer her shelter and peace within the monastery walls. He had even entertained a tiny bit of pride at the idea.

But his daughter now stood under the protection of the kingdom’s strongest patron—far beyond anything he could offer.

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