The Youngest Daughter of the Swordsmanship Family Turned Great Mage (32 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 11
“Hey, squirt, wake up!”
A voice even gruffer than Jude’s roused Rogette. Clutching her rabbit doll, Rogette burrowed further under the covers.
“Squirt! If you fall asleep now, you won’t get any sleep later!”
“My lord, perhaps we should let the young lady rest—she must be exhausted.”
“But she has to eat dinner! She won’t grow properly unless she eats well!”
“She won’t grow properly unless she gets enough sleep, either.”
“Really?”
The murmuring voice near her ear faded away. Thanks to that, Rogette drifted back to sleep.
Deep in slumber, she began to dream.
In her first dream, Marquis Dallas appeared. Furious that Rogette couldn’t properly perform the magic she’d learned, he hurled every object within reach.
“You wretched little vermin! Do you think I brought you here just to see this pathetic display!”
Rogette bled from her head after being struck by a flowerpot he threw. Yet he showed no sign of stopping. She collapsed at his feet, begging for her life.
“Please spare me… please…” Even in her sleep, faint whimpers escaped Rogette’s lips.
Next came her stepsister, Elisha Dallas. She ordered the maids to torment Rogette in subtle, cruel ways.
That much, Rogette could endure. But then…
“Why did you do it? What crime did Master and Daniel commit that you had to kill them? Why!”
Hearing that cold, grief-stricken voice, Rogette shed tears even in her sleep.
“It wasn’t my will. I turned back time to fix everything. I’ll restore everything for you—I swear I will. No matter what it takes.”
But the man, Joshua Ernhardt, wouldn’t listen. With madness clouding his eyes, he began strangling Rogette as if that alone would resolve everything.
At that moment, Rogette gasped sharply like someone pulled from drowning water and jolted awake.
The first thing she saw was an unfamiliar ceiling. Regaining her senses, she stared at the gently swaying white canopy in the darkness.
“That’s right—I turned back time.”
She’d saved Jane afterward and been adopted into Duke Adrian’s family. Rogette sighed in relief as she reaffirmed this truth once more.
It was a sigh born of hope—the hope that just as she’d saved Jane, she could save everyone in the Adrian family too.
At the same time, she suddenly felt utterly drained, as if all strength had fled her body. Rogette closed her eyes again under the overwhelming fatigue.
But then, noticing sunlight slipping through the curtains, her eyes widened. It was morning.
“I slept the whole day away!”
To sleep through her very first day at the Adrian estate—what must everyone think of her?
Startled, Rogette leaped out of bed. But unaccustomed to her small, returned body, she lost her balance and tumbled to the floor.
“Kyaa!”
Her scream was followed by a loud clatter.
“What’s wrong, miss!”
Joan hurried in and rushed to Rogette, who lay tangled in blankets on the floor. She instantly understood what had happened and lifted Rogette up.
“Are you alright?”
“Mm.”
“Did you hurt yourself anywhere?”
“No.”
“Thank goodness. It would be terrible if anything happened to your precious self.”
After settling Rogette back on the bed, Joan gently wiped her face with a warm, damp cloth. The cloth was soft, but Joan’s touch was even softer.
Rogette blushed, feeling truly like a child again, but Joan merely smiled at her flushed cheeks.
“There, all done. By the way, aren’t you hungry? You haven’t eaten anything since breakfast yesterday.”
“I’m f—”
She instinctively started to say she was fine, but her flat stomach chose that moment to growl loudly. Rogette’s face turned even redder.
Barely suppressing a chuckle, Joan whispered, “The two young masters and the elder miss are still at dawn training. Since you’ll have to wait a bit for the meal, I’ll bring you a warm cup of milk.”
Before Rogette could protest, Joan left the room, returning shortly with a large mug of milk.
“Drink slowly.”
“Mm.”
Rogette blew gently on the milk and drank it slowly, just as Joan had advised. When a small ring of milk remained on her lips, Joan wiped it away with a handkerchief.
“Do you feel a bit better now?”
“Yeah.”
After hesitating a moment, Rogette asked, “Hey, Joan… Can I go watch the practice?”
“Practice? Oh—you mean the dawn training?”
Rogette simply nodded. Joan looked thoughtful, so Rogette added cautiously, “Is it not allowed?”
“Not at all. There’s nowhere in this estate that’s off-limits to you, miss. I’m just worried you might be frightened…”
“I won’t! I won’t be scared!”
Surprised by Rogette’s uncharacteristic eagerness, Joan found herself nodding almost instinctively.
“Alright. But first, let me help you change your clothes.”
Joan led Rogette to the dressing room. After quickly sizing her up, she began rummaging through the dresses.
“I brought some of Isabelle miss’s old clothes—she outgrew them. But even these look big on you.”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll have to summon a tailor immediately, even today. Ah, this one seems best.”
The dress Joan selected was a plain white one-piece with no decorations. Isabelle, who trained with a sword, disliked elaborate clothing and naturally avoided lace or ornaments.
“Now, raise your arms.”
Rogette obeyed, and Joan skillfully dressed her. Though the sleeves were too long, folding them twice made them acceptable.
Taking Rogette’s hand, Joan smiled. “Shall we go, then?”
[This is the timeline separator]The training ground lay about ten minutes’ walk from the main house. Even before they reached it, loud shouts of exertion echoed through the air.
“Everyone’s too slow! Faster!”
“Yes, sir!”
“Too quiet! One more lap!”
Slightly startled but hiding it well, Rogette kept walking. Entering the training ground, she saw a group of people running in formation.
“Not here.”
The people she sought weren’t present. Just as Rogette felt a flicker of disappointment—
“Huh? The squirt’s awake!”
A sharp voice rang out, and Lucas came bounding over, a wooden sword slung over his shoulder. In an instant, he was right in front of Rogette, teasing her already.
“You were such a sleepyhead!”
Rogette’s cheeks flushed again.
“I’m… not a sleepyhead.”
“Oh yeah? Then why are your eyes puffed up like a fish’s?”
Rogette covered her eyes with both hands, and Lucas burst into raucous laughter. “Hahahaha!”
“But why are you here? Shouldn’t you be heading to the dining room?”
“They said everyone was here…”
Shyly, Rogette spread her fingers just slightly and looked up at Lucas.
“Where… where is Daniel… my lord?”
“Daniel hyung? He went out briefly with Father. Hey, why do you keep calling him ‘Daniel my lord’?”
“Huh? If not ‘my lord,’ then what…?”
“You should call him ‘brother’!”
Alarmed, Rogette waved her hands frantically.
“But how can I possibly—”
Seeing her hesitation, Lucas narrowed his eyes.
“You’re not going to call me ‘Lucas my lord,’ are you?”
Why not? In fact, Rogette had been about to address him exactly that way.
Unable to deny it easily, Rogette stayed silent, and Lucas narrowed his eyes even further.
“You’re my little sister now, right?”
“…Yes.”
“So isn’t it weird to use ‘my lord’ among family?”
Honestly, Rogette had no idea. She’d never had a family since birth.
In her past life, though adopted into the Dallas family, she’d always addressed them as “Marquis Dallas my lord” or “Elisha my lord.”
But judging by the atmosphere, she probably should say it was strange. Slowly, she nodded. Only then did Lucas smile in satisfaction.
“Right? Even you think it’s odd, don’t you?”
“…Yeah.”
“Then call me ‘Lucas oppa.'”
“…”
“Hurry up.”
She’d used “oppa” for older boys back at the orphanage. Yet somehow, calling Lucas that felt both the same and utterly different.
It felt strangely embarrassing and awkward. After fidgeting for a moment, Rogette clasped her hands together and whispered,
“Lucas… oppa.”
“What? I didn’t hear you.”
“Lucas oppa.”
By now, even her ears had turned crimson. Lucas laughed heartily in delight.
“Great, great! I finally have a little sister! I’m not the youngest anymore!”
Though his point of pride seemed a bit odd, Rogette felt relieved that Lucas was happy—though it still felt a little strange.
“Why does everyone welcome me so warmly?”
In the Dallas family, not a single person had ever shown her kindness. Even though Marquis Dallas had introduced her as a child the family needed, everyone had openly resented her.
Elisha especially had once pinched her nose shut, complaining Rogette—who hadn’t bathed properly and was filthy—smelled like garbage.
Even after Rogette cleaned herself thoroughly, Elisha would still grimace, claiming she reeked of something “common.”
Rogette had assumed that was normal. The nobles she’d seen always believed themselves superior to commoners and looked down on them.
Yet adopting an orphaned commoner? To them, it must have felt like welcoming livestock into their family.
Even Isabelle, whom she’d met just yesterday, had initially seemed hesitant about the adoption—though unlike Elisha, she’d appeared genuinely concerned for Rogette.
Yet neither Daniel nor Lucas showed any resistance to Duke Adrian’s decision. On the contrary, they seemed eager to welcome her.
Rogette was curious about the reason but couldn’t bring herself to ask.
“But what about Daniel hyung?”
“Oh…”
At those words, Rogette tightly bit her lip.
‘I need to warn Daniel right away.’
While drinking the milk Joan had brought, Rogette reminded herself of her most urgent task. No matter how she thought about it, preventing Daniel’s accident came first.
All she knew was that his carriage accident had occurred in the spring of the year she was adopted into the Dallas family—and that it had been orchestrated by Marquis Dallas.
She didn’t know the exact date or how it would unfold.
She’d only heard that a wheel had come loose, causing the carriage to plunge off a cliff. It had even caught fire, nearly costing him his life.
Since the accident could happen any day now, she wanted to warn him as soon as possible—to double-check the wheels before riding.
‘It should be fine for now. I can tell him at dinner.’
After all, it was still winter, not spring. Rogette half-convinced herself with that excuse.
“I just… missed Daniel my lord.”
But strangely, Lucas’s face twisted oddly at those words, and he pouted.
“So you missed Daniel hyung—but not me?”
“…Huh?”
“You must’ve grown close after spending a few days together, huh?”
Rogette couldn’t understand why Lucas was upset. But before she could figure it out, he declared loudly,
“Fine! I’ll show you I’m a better brother than Daniel hyung!”
Male lead first thought she played hard to get, only to realize she
really disliked him
Short intro:
What she can’t stand the most is the streets full of effeminate men, especially that so-called top beauty whom she avoids at all costs.
Shen Yaoxing looks at Jiang Mingyue, who keeps approaching her with coy shyness.
Shen Yaoxing: Bro, don’t be like this, I’m really about to throw up!
She fears nothing in heaven or earth, except for him getting close to her.
*
At first he thought she was just using the trick of feigning indifference to attract his attention. Later, he learned that she truly despised him.
This dealt a heavy blow to Jiang Mingyue, and he vowed to make her, like everyone else, fall at his feet in worship!
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Synopsis:
Before transmigrating, Shen Yaoxing only wanted to find a reliable man to spend her life with. Who knew that after transmigrating, she would become a reliable woman herself…
A forced misandrist, highly skilled, and reliable female lead
vs.
An initially aloof and arrogant, later morbid, obsessed male lead
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Oh? That ended up better than i expected hahaha. Alsoooo! Omg, it is the first time a character has my same birthday, quite amusing
I bet is her orphanage’s friends 🥺happy to see the baby like that. Alsoooooo, do the prince remember all his past life? Why thooo
Oh no hahahaha they will think she is smitten by that knight hahaha. Still! Good for the baby to exercise and learn at least the basic from swordsmanship