The Beloved Youngest Daughter of the Lord Family - Chapter 13
The day after meeting a boy named Cain, Sione returned to the Rose Palace.
She came back a day earlier than scheduled.
Because of Sione’s sudden appearance, the maids preparing for the birthday party were all caught red-handed and wore grim faces.
“Ugh, what are we supposed to do if you show up this early? Couldn’t you have taken your time a little more considerately?”
“Exactly! Why is it always at times like this that your timing is so off!”
Roi and Ronya, who had been hanging colorful garlands, grumbled, prompting Sione to scratch her cheek awkwardly.
“It’s been so long since I paid attention to things like this… I’d completely forgotten my birthday was tomorrow.”
She mumbled as if making an excuse and kept clearing her throat, seemingly embarrassed. She must have felt both grateful for the situation and rather awkward.
“Didn’t we once throw a birthday party just among ourselves before? Don’t you remember how upset you got back then?”
“…Me?”
“Honestly, you’re hopeless. You were so angry that you said you absolutely wouldn’t celebrate any birthdays until Lady Bella woke up.”
I, sitting on a chair leisurely sucking on a lollipop, widened my eyes in surprise.
I’d assumed Sione wouldn’t care much for such events, given her personality—but I never expected it would be because of me.
“So we promised to celebrate properly once Lady Bella awakened. But as expected, you’ve completely forgotten.”
“It sort of rings a bell… But even so, how could I celebrate my own birthday before Lady Bella? I’m nobody special.”
Sione continued scolding them with a mixture of reproach and affection.
“How could you prioritize me, a mere nursemaid, over Her Highness the Princess? Even though circumstances have us living together like a small family, never forget that Lady Bella is our master.”
Most of what she said made logical sense, yet I couldn’t agree with Sione’s strict stance.
After all, she had already become as precious to me as the mother who gave me life.
In particular, it felt uncomfortable whenever Sione used phrases like “a nobody like me,” belittling herself.
No matter how noble my bloodline might be, how could I ever be more important than someone who cared for me like a mother?
Watching the maids, who had been cheerfully preparing the birthday party, gradually grow dejected, I leapt down from my chair.
“No, Sione. That’s not right.”
I squeezed between Sione and the maids, struck a confident pose, and wagged my index finger.
“Huh? What do you mean…?”
Taking the deepest breath I could, I spread my arms as wide as possible and declared,
“I love Sione’s birthday just as much! So let’s all celebrate together. Okay?”
“But this goes against palace etiquette…”
“No, no! I really want to have a party. You’ll grant my wish, right?”
I batted my big eyes at her pleadingly, and Sione let out a soft, amused chuckle. That was a good sign.
At that moment, quick-witted Rosa seized the opportunity and chimed in without missing a beat.
“Look! Lady Bella even prepared a birthday gift for you! Are you really going to refuse it now?”
“This is… a dahlia?”
Sione, receiving the purple bouquet from Rosa, looked startled and turned to me.
Though I’d already let Rosa convince everyone that she’d picked the flowers from the lake herself, I still felt a twinge of guilt for the lie.
After clearing my throat a couple of times, I deliberately averted my gaze and answered in a small voice,
“I asked Rosa to get them. They’re your favorite flowers, right, Sione?”
“Yes, but how did you…?”
“When I was a baby.”
She seemed amazed that I remembered something from when I was an infant—and touched that I recalled even her offhand remark.
“Oh my, there’s a letter inside too! May I read it now?”
“Ah! Wait a bit!”
I tried to stop her, but it was too late.
Unable to contain her curiosity, Sione had already unfolded the neatly folded letter and begun reading.
Knowing exactly what was written inside, I buried my crimson face deep in my hands.
[Thank you. And I love you.]It was a short note, sloppily scribbled by tiny hands still too unsteady to hold a pencil properly.
In truth, I’d hesitated slightly before writing the word “love.”
I still remember how the phrase “I love you” stood out with especially wobbly, uneven letters—because I’d pressed down extra hard while writing it.
After all, I still didn’t quite understand what love truly meant.
‘It’s your birthday. People usually say “I love you” in situations like this, right…?’
I’d never experienced familial love, and my relationship with my fiancé was neither friendship nor romance—just something strange and distant.
Though I wasn’t accustomed to expressing emotions in words, thankfully, my extensive reading in my past life had at least taught me theoretically what to say in moments like these.
I love you.
Three simple words—but surprisingly hard to say out loud.
‘Ugh, I don’t even know anymore!’
I only learned about love from books.
Well, I don’t think that’s such a bad thing.
As a human born with emotions, how could that yearning to actually use them ever be dismissed?
On the contrary, those who make no effort at all are the true failures.
As Sione read that hastily scrawled final sentence, tears slowly gathered in the corners of her eyes.
“Lady Bella…”
Oh no, I didn’t expect her to cry!
‘Why do kids around here burst into tears so easily!’
Even in my past life, when I was burning to death in flames, I never knew how to shed tears for myself—so of course I had no idea how to comfort someone else who was crying.
Trying to recall what I’d seen in the Rose Palace, I stood on tiptoe and patted her gently. She responded by pulling me into a tight, tearful embrace.
“This is the best birthday gift I’ve ever received. Truly.”
“U-uh. I’ll give you something even better next time!”
Right now, all I could offer were a few flowers.
But someday, when I’m bigger and older, I’ll surely give her a proper gift.
I’d said it casually, without much thought—but Sione clearly took it to heart.
“There’s no better gift than this. There never will be. Thank you, Lady Bella.”
As she spoke, she hugged me even tighter.
The three maids beside us watched us fondly, repeatedly wiping away tears from their own eyes.
‘Ugh… this is so embarrassing.’
A strange, ticklish warmth stirred deep in my chest, as if someone were gently teasing my ribs.
It felt as though all my hidden feelings had been completely exposed, making my face burn—but oddly, I didn’t feel bad at all.
To hide my increasingly flushed cheeks, I buried my face deeper into her embrace,
pretending not to notice how the true meaning of those clumsily written three words was gradually becoming clearer within me.
[This is the timeline separator]At that very moment, Vlad, having just concluded a major battle, strode across the military encampment toward his tent.
The battle against the demons, which had begun at dawn, ended in a decisive victory for the Chepesu Kingdom’s forces.
At last, this long and arduous expedition finally seemed to be drawing to a close.
“Harvest the mana crystals from the demon corpses and gather every last piece of loot. We can’t afford to leave anything for those vulture-like Imperials.”
“Understood, Lord.”
After engaging in hundreds, even thousands of skirmishes with demons, large and small, a great deal of spoils were inevitably left behind.
Weapons and equipment could be sold for money, but items used in magical research fetched especially high prices on the black market—
from demon horns and claws to the heart-like mana crystals.
Just a single well-chosen item could allow an ordinary person to live off leisurely for an entire year, which was why thieves always tagged along on long expeditions like this.
People who sought to fill their greedy bellies without lifting a finger or suffering any sacrifice—
the Integra Empire, bordering the kingdom, was especially notorious for this.
‘So a new emperor has ascended the throne, I hear… and they’re becoming even more brazen.’
Karl von Integra, the young emperor of the Integra Empire—
a despicable wretch who had imprisoned his own sister in a tower to steal the imperial emblem he lacked, falsely branding her a witch and even taking her life.
Through spies planted within the imperial court, Vlad had already learned Karl’s secrets—and found him utterly detestable.
A thief among thieves. Malicious and vile.
That was Vlad’s concise impression of the Empire’s new emperor.
“…Humans are all alike.”
To Vlad, humans had never been particularly impressive.
Contrary to popular belief, vampires felt little appetite for humans, whose mana was woefully insufficient; even when the urge to drink blood arose, it was more common to satisfy it among their own kind.
Beings who lived less than a century yet constantly deceived and killed one another, endlessly proving their insatiable desires.
Though humans, unlike demons who rarely produced offspring, dominated the continent through their overwhelming reproductive capacity, other races—including vampires—still saw them as no real threat.
In fact, it was the Empire that feared the Chepesu Kingdom.
Unlike the Kingdom, which showed no interest in diplomatic relations with the Empire, the Empire sent envoys every year, eager to establish friendly ties.
But Vlad, well aware of their dark intentions, maintained only the bare minimum of diplomatic courtesy befitting neighboring states—and kept a close watch on them.
After issuing additional instructions for the camp, Vlad entered his tent, where Walter was waiting as if expecting him.
“My Lord, Lady Elga has sent a message via magic orb. Would you like to review it?”
“…Elga?”
Back when the Royal Magic Corps still existed, Elga, its former captain, had taught magic to Vlad, who was of royal blood.
Though separated by centuries, Sione and Vlad could technically be considered students of the same master.
But unlike Sione, whom Elga had raised like a daughter, Vlad’s relationship with Elga remained slightly awkward—
their positions as royalty and subject making things inherently uneasy.
Moreover, Vlad had entrusted Elga, who had nominally retired, with a critical mission for the kingdom:
investigating the “Boundary,” which was also the very reason for this expedition—to halt the demon infestation.
“For her to initiate contact first… that’s unusual. Did she mention anything happening at the Boundary?”
“Lady Elga insisted that only you should read it, so I didn’t open it myself.”
At Vlad’s subtle gesture, Walter handed him the case containing the magic orb.
Vlad swiftly deciphered the cipher appearing on the orb—and frowned.
“…So it’s a favor disguised as a request.”
Male lead is a clingy little husband
One-line summary: The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
Introduction:
One day, Lu Yuner’s soul transmigrates into a female-dominant world. She enters the Imperial Academy and takes up the position of a doctoral instructor, teaching classes and grading schoolwork.
One day, she encounters the young prince Su Qingwan secretly skipping class from the male academy.
As a result, Su Qingwan is punished.
From then on, Su Qingwan sees Lu Yuner as a “thorn in his side”.
But before long, this “thorn” becomes the person he cherishes most, and he goes to great lengths to win Lu Yuner’s affection.
Mini scene 1:
One day, the sun is high in the sky but Su Qingwan still hasn’t gotten up for class.
Servant Xiaoyuan: “Young prince, it’s time for class. You’ll be late otherwise.”
Su Qingwan says arrogantly: “I’m not going. I am the esteemed prince, my status is so noble, why should I suffer this hardship? Besides, isn’t learning all this just to please women? Hmph, they’re not worthy!”
Mini scene 2:
After Su Qingwan falls for someone, he completely changes. He no longer skips class and diligently learns how to be a good husband and father. But he discovers that Sister Yuner is always surrounded by admirers.
Drunk and overcome with jealousy one day, he clings to Lu Yuner, crying beautifully like a pear blossom in the rain.
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan likes Sister Yuner.”
Lu Yuner: “Young prince, you’re drunk.”
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan isn’t drunk. Qingwan likes Sister Yuner, likes you so much, likes you to bits…” Before he can finish, Lu Yuner’s eyes flash with emotion and she leans in closer.
[Reading Guide]
1. The female lead is gentle, gracious, humble and polite but not weak. The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
2. 1v1, a bit torturous in the beginning but definitely sweet later on.
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Woww, what a great father he is.
Claimed to love the mother, but ignored their own child…. how great.
Oh, what’s happening? My poor baby Bella! I hope someone comes to help her quickly 😭💔