For My Husband’s New Wife

is one of the three legendary families with Nuaja as the founder.”

It was the voice of the grandmother.

Anita hurriedly turned her head.
It was the first time that the grandmother, who had been ignoring her presence all along, came to her like today.

“Nuaja’s blood still flows in Edenbairs, and there are few people who can manifest the dragon power.
People here have long regarded Edenbairs as the guardian deity of Chavalron.”

‘……manifestation?’

The grandmother admired the picture with an ecstatic gaze, and spoke in a voice full of pride, “Lancelot is the only heir of our generation whom we can expect to the manifestation.
It can be said that the Duke and I are admired him so much.”

It was the first time the grandmother had spoken to her so friendly.
Anita had no choice but to harbor a small expectation of her.

Is she now admitting that I am Claunia and Lancelot’s friend?

Anita answered with courage, “Mmm, that’s great.
Lancelot is loved by the Duke and grandmother……”

“Lancelot?”

It was a sharp voice that could pierce the eardrums.
Her eyes stared at Anita displeased.

“This vulgar thing.
How dare you call Lancelot by his name!”

“……”

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“If you’re born lowly, you have to be smart or self-aware, but you’re just talking nonsense without knowing the subject.”

It was not just a gaze of dealing with insignificant things.
It was a gaze full of hate and hatred.
The eyes of a rat corpse floating in the sewer seemed to be like that.

It was a gaze that made her feel sinful even to look at it, so Anita lowered her head without realizing it.

It could be said that the feeling of burning hot inside her chest was familiar.

“Völlen, are you going to use my granddaughter to taint the Edenbair bloodline with your dirty bloodline!”

Dirty bloodline.

Although her heart was pounding and her hands trembled at the swearing that smashed her self-esteem,

“My, my father……”

Anita no longer wanted to be dumbfounded in front of those who ridiculed her family.

“My father is not dirty…… he is not dirty.”

This time I said it clearly.

Although she avoided her gaze, her voice trembled less.

The grandmother’s eyes still seemed to see something dirty.

She clicked her tongue and said, “What a shame to have a stuttering daughter.”

She added, “Never mind.
It was funny to be mad at a little girl.
Go and tell your father: the lowly and stuttering girl was……”

But the grandmother’s warning could not be completed.
Her eyes that stared behind Anita’s back for a while opened wide in bewilderment.

“Oh my God, Lancelot!”

Lancelot?

Anita, startled, turned her head.
Lancelot, with a pale complexion, as if he was about to collapse, was walking slowly in the direction they were standing.

“Sweetheart, why did you come all the way here in the cold? What if the cough gets worse!”

Her expression was so different when she said good things and bad things.

“You are a child who listens well, right? Only a good child can be the master of Edenbair.”

I could smell the warmth of the warm flame and the scent of the sun-kissed bed on Lancelot who suddenly approached me.

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“Anyway, your father is the problem! Don’t ever take after your father.
Lancelot, if you feel sick……”

“Run.”

It was a very small whisper that only Anita could hear.

At the same time, her shoulders were pushed back and Lancelot stood before his grandmother.

Anita stared blankly at the boy’s back.

Compared to her, he was skinny.

The nape of his neck, which was slightly exposed above the collar, looked pale as if it had never been exposed to the sun.
His wrists as well as his knuckles were so thin that he looked like a girl rather than a boy.

Shouldn’t he, not me, be the one to protect?

“Come here, Lancelot, with this grandmother……”

But Lancelot had no intention of going towards his grandmother.

Then Anita stepped back very slowly.
She then ran from the place as if running away.

Did Lancelot help me?

I do not know.

I just instinctively ran towards the only sanctuary in this place.
To Lancelot’s room, my hideout.

The unoccupied room was quiet.

‘And it’s warm.’

Lancelot’s room is always warm.
So good.

Although the real owner of the room, Lancelot, was cold-hearted and sometimes even scary.

‘But he never said he didn’t like me.’

He didn’t say that I shouldn’t talk to him because I was lowly.

She closed the door and sat still.
She felt sleepy.

cough cough.

She woke up when she heard a small cough.

I could vaguely feel Lancelot’s presence.
But, if I’m not mistaken, his cough sounded more hoarse than usual.