The Precious Sister of The Villainous Grand Duke

‘She’s fired! Marilyn is fired!’

You said she went to another palace for a while!

‘The maid Marilyn no longer works in Lagrange,’ Lancel’s slow words made me sit down while hitting the floor with my fist.

“Why she’s fired? is malilin wrong?!”

“I do not know.
I don’t know that.”

Lancel shrugs when I cry.
It seemed to him that He didn’t care at all whether I cried or not.

‘If it’s Marilyn, she would have smiled sweetly and healed me… …’

I miss her warm aura as the sun.
Even though Lancel is fine, he spewed a black aura if he sticks with me a little.

‘I think it’s because he remembers Camille.’

“Why are you upset? She was just a maid.”

“Lance is a fool!”

Lancel touched his chest as if shocked when I screamed at him.
He was looking for words with his lips tight while peeking.1

“Yes? Am I a fool?”

“Yeah! Fool! Lance is a fool!”

“Ha? What can I do? I was so stupid that I forgot to order a meal for you princess.
I’m done with you.”

This person intimidates the child with food again.
I was embarrassed and looked up at him without saying that.
He looks up at me and raises his tail.

“You have no choice but to starve today right?”

“What….?”

So easy to say that a baby will starve.
Lancel laughed while tearing his long thin lips, and soon closed the door and left the bedroom.

‘No, why the hell isn’t he fired!’

If you were able to fire a servant, why don’t you fire Lancel for pinching a newborn and starving her instead of a good Marilyn!

I feel a great hunger when I remember Marilyn -the only adult who ever baked bread and cooked for me- who disappeared from my side.

‘I have to tell Dietrich.’

I didn’t even have a meal today anyway, and I didn’t have to wait for Lancel to come.

“Uhh.”

I moved out of my room and moving my body who had sat down.
I stretching my short legs and go to Dietrich’s room which comes out after two or more corridors.

‘I told you not to come in.’

Dietrich didn’t open the door for me even if I knocked in any way.

“Detteli!”

I opened the door without permission and entered his room.
The room was cold enough to make me shiver.
It seemed to be twice as cold compared to my room.

A fierce wind blows through the cheeks and I was surprised to see Dietrich’s window.

‘This is a building that doesn’t even need air-conditioning because the window is open!’

The Palace of Dahlia was incredibly poor as a palace of the great nobleman LaGrange, and there was never a day when the fire or coal came in.

The winter of LaGrange is so famous for harsh cold.
It was a death sentence for children who were ignored by Derreck like us.

‘Marilyn somehow keeps firewood and puts it in my room.’

Dietrich’s room is somewhat cooler than my room.
Even the ceiling and the floor were all covered with ebony thus adding to the impression of darkness.

‘The ghost will come out.’

I stroked my frightened arm and looking around.

“Detteli….?”

“…….”

“Aye yu hiye?” (Are you here?)

There was no answer, but I stepped one step at a time and relying on on the sun coming in through the curtains.
The breath was heard from the bed.

When I approached the bed, Dietrich lay with irregular breathing.

‘Where are you sick?’

There was no adult in Dahlia to take care of the children when they were hurt or sick.
I stared at Dietrich, who did not even know I had been in.

Sometimes the closed eyes pucker because of the heat.
His chin trembled so much that he looked very cold, but he wasn’t even covered with blankets properly.

“Detteli, cold?”

“…what.”

His locked voice clearly reveals his condition.

Her cheeks which red from the cold look adorable.

‘You are still a child.’

“I need to cover the bangket.” (I need to cover the blanket.)

“Unggg.”

“Detteli, It’s cute voice .” (Dietrich, you make a cute voice.)

I picked up the velvet quilt that rolled down at his feet.
It took a while for a blanket that was heavier than my body, but in the end, I was able to cover the blanket just below his neck.

“Get rid of it.”

“Hey.
It’s cold.”

If I’m the usual, I’ll leave before I even cover him with a blanket.
But now Dietrich is not as sharp as usual, he is like a falling leaf crushed in a blanket.

‘Are you sick?’

I’m very sorry if no one cares for you when you’re sick.

“Are you wake up?”

“I don’t need it, I don’t, I go.”

I laughed all the time looking down at h