Her mouth watered. Before the thought of ‘this must be delicious’ could arise, her body had already reacted.

‘…What a delicious smell.’

From the morning, Rosé, who had not eaten anything, looked towards the food. The duke and Riviera tirelessly moved food to the table.

Before long, the table was filled with food enough to break the table legs.

Was it a table for six? The square table was so full of food there was no empty spot to find.

“We didn’t prepare much in haste, but please eat a lot.”

With a shy smile, Riviera spoke to the duke and whispered ‘eat a lot’ towards Rosé as well.

Rosé picked up the utensils with a clatter. She then had her first sip of the soup.

“This is delicious…”

She hadn’t expected much from the food cooked by a countess who had probably never cooked in her life. However, the food captured Rosé’s taste, making her 3year culinary experience meaningless.

To appease her hunger, Rosé moved her spoon quickly.

“My dear, try this as well.”

Riviera lovingly watched Rosé and did not miss a moment of her. Slowly, Riviera opened her mouth.

“But, you said there was some good news?”

At Riviera’s words, Rosé stopped her spoon and looked at her.

“Divorce news, really?”

“Ah, how did you know?”

Had the rumor already spread throughout the empire? Rosé opened her eyes wide and looked at her mother.

“The duke told me when you passed out.”

Then, the duke, who had been quietly eating his food, joined the conversation.

“If you’re going to leave like that, at least live well.”

He put down his utensils and stared at Rosé.

“Honey!”

Riviera glared at the duke with eyes like a hatchet. It must have been a signal not to give Rosé a hint.

‘She seems really angry… I should probably apologize properly?’

Rosé was well aware that she had hurt their hearts in the original story.

The situation was different, but she also had not found her parents for 3 years.

She was fully aware of how unfilial she had been.

“…You must have been very worried because of me.”

Rosé fidgeted with her fingernails and spoke softly.

“I’m sorry I didn’t visit you earlier.”

She had always held ‘I miss you’ and ‘I’m sorry’ in her heart.

She couldn’t tell them in her previous life because she had died, but it wasn’t the same this time.

The duke, who had been frowning like a stern general, began to relax, probably not expecting a heartfelt apology to follow.

“I should have contacted you first when you left.”

“Are you sure about this? You didn’t just fight and leave him, did you?”

The duke cast a suspicious gaze. Apparently, the situation in which Rosé had caused a scene and left home was not satisfactory.

Rosé, who had been only looking at her fingers, slowly lifted her head. She looked at the duke and Riviera and said resolutely.

“That’s not it. I’m not going back to the count’s house. I have no intention of reneging on this divorce.”

At Rosé’s firm voice, Riviera’s face bloomed with smiles.

She stood up from her seat, approached Rosé, and held both of her hands as if she was touched.

“You made a good decision, my dear.”

The duke casually said to Rosé.

“That’s right. Divorce is not a big deal. You can start anew from now on.”

The demon picked up a large chunk of meat. Then, with a clatter, he hefted it over Rosé’s plate as if throwing it. He then cut the meat into bitesize pieces.

Rosé watched the demon with a wistful look. Feeling Rosé’s gaze, the demon coughed awkwardly a few times and spoke sharply.

“Can’t you even use a fork properly when you’ve grown up?”

‘I used the fork well.’

Apparently, he wanted to cut the meat for Rosé, who he hadn’t seen in a while, but he was just embarrassed about it.

Riberia poked the demon’s side and admonished him.

“You really should stop. She’s your daughter whom you haven’t seen in 3 years.”

“I opposed the marriage before my eyes were clouded with dust, but this one managed to throw dust in my eyes. Not only that? She said that if she took even one step out, she would sever her motherdaughter relationship with me, but she ignored my words and went to that parasitelike guy.”

The demon had no intention of stopping. Rather, he incessantly spoke, expressing his anger.

Whenever he thought of that day, he had a backache. He was talking about Rosé’s action of picking up handfuls of dirt and throwing it accurately towards his eyes.

‘Does this mean it’s done now since dust has gotten into my father’s eyes?’

When he threatened to sever the ties by grabbing her neck, far from being scared,

‘Then from today, I will be just Rosé, not Rosé de Serbiat. No, since I’m going to get married soon, I’ll be Rosé de Wence.’

That was how Rosé had left the house. So there was no way the demon would easily forgive Rosé.

…Rosé, why did you do that?

What on earth did you like about that madman Eric to even throw dust in your parents’ eyes?!

I couldn’t close my mouth at Rosé’s mischief in the original story.

Rosé couldn’t say anything. Anyone could see that she was the one who did wrong.

I knew from reading the novel that Rosé had not only run away to marry Eric, but even faked a suicide attempt.

But what the demon just said was something I didn’t know at all.

Rosé could only make an awkward expression while rubbing her forehead awkwardly.

I felt the duke’s gaze from beside me. Rosé slowly turned her head and met his eyes.

“You went too far.”

He looked at Rosé with firm eyes. And then he pointedly said that Rosé did something wrong.

Even though it was a misdeed of the original heroine, not my fault, I couldn’t help but feel hot in the chest.

“I know that.”

Rosé, pouting her mouth, whispered towards the duke. And then she thought she should change the subject of the conversation.

‘Let’s change the topic. If not, I might have to listen about Rosé’s mischief all day long.’

She carefully opened her mouth with an awkward smile.