Chapter 19

“…your name, you don’t know your name.”

Dad’s voice was weird. His voice sounded like scratching the bottom of a deep mire.

Then, the vassal uncle talked to me.

“Well, do you really not know your name? Age, too?”

I only whispered to my dad, how did you know?

Embarrassing.

“Yes…”

When I tried to hide my embarrassment and nodded, the vassal uncles began to mumble.

“No, then until now…”

“What did Marquis Tarenka call you?”

“…”

I was at a loss for words.

He never called me.

Hey, there, you.

I was called like that.

But he had never called ‘me’.

It’s like kicking a rock on the side of the road*.

(*t/n: she was describing herself as insignificant (rock) )

There wasn’t a word to recognize me and call me.

‘Ah, there were times when he called ‘me’.’

Parasite, evidence of infidelity, family shame, illegitimate.

“There is no need to think about that.”

A cool voice cut off my thoughts.

I gasped and looked up at the owner of the voice.

Dad was staring at the vassals with sharp eyes.

‘It’s the same.’

When I said I didn’t get any child support.

Then he said, “You don’t have to say more.”

At that time, my dad cleared up the situation, saying, “no need to say anything more.”

Back then, I thought my dad was blaming me…

‘That wasn’t it.’

He told me I didn’t have to think of painful memories.

He didn’t blame me in the first place.

“I, I don’t know my name, I don’t know my age, but…”

I fluttered my hands.

I didn’t have the courage to raise my head.

“I am not embarrassed. I’m not sorry.”

I tried to be confident.

Because-.

“Because I have dad.”

I looked up at dad and he hugged me tightly.

“That’s right.”

The touch that pressed my head was a bit rough.

“Who can be ashamed of you and feel pity for you?”

But now I know.

That’s how you pet me.

“Hehe.”

When I laughed at my dad, he tapped my cheek with his index finger.

“You wouldn’t even think about it if you didn’t want to die.”

There was a little anticipation in the eyes looking at where the low voice came.

I held my dad’s neck tightly.

Just because I was reincarnated didn’t mean that I could know everything around me right away.

It took me a long time to have clear cognitive skills, even though it didn’t take me long to learn how to walk.

When I started to understand words, no one called me.

When I knew the date, I had no idea how old I was.

I lived that way without knowing my name or age.

Still, I was an unhappy child.

At least this life.

“Luatisha.”

Dad looked at me and spit out.

“……?”

“It’s your name.”

At that moment, a very old voice emerged from the bottom of my memory.

“Luatisha.”

I’ve heard of that name.

“I love you.”

A friendly voice…

“Be happy.”

A gentle touch…

“Ah…”

Memories are very interesting.

Even if time adds weight and they sinks as if they could never come back to mind.

And even if there is a great deal of time on top of that.

It rises like a spring in a flash with only the slightest provocation.

Truly warm memories are never forgotten.

Luatisha.

Yeah, that’s the name.

That’s how she called me.

She held me cherished and kissed me on my cheek.

‘Mom.’

My eyes got hot.

“Call me again.”

It was a familiar yet unfamiliar and awkward name.

But, no, that’s why I wanted to keep listening.

“Luatisha.”

“Yes!”

I grinned broadly.

Then Dad said while stroking my head.

“You will turn five in the new year.”

I see.

So I am four years old now.

Is it because I’m getting a year older in the new year instead of my birthday because I this is a K-Rofan world*?

(*t/n: Koreans ages up in the new year, not their birthdays)

“Your birthday is October 11th.”

I opened my eyes round.

“It has passed.”

“That’s right. This year’s birthday has passed but next year’s will come again.”

“Yes!”

I can’t believe I can look forward to it!

It’s so exciting and cool!

“Luatisha, you will never forget your name.”

Dad said to me with serious eye contact.

“Because I’ll call your name every day.”

“Yes!”

“And when the New Year comes, I will celebrate you turning five.”

“Wow!”

“On your birthday, we’ll have a bigger party than the Royal Family.”

I wriggled my fingers.

“I like celebrating with just my dad.”

My father looked at me for a long time, hardened by the words.

Is something wrong?

Was it not appropriate for the princess of Paeraton?

As soon as I was about to be discouraged, Dad looked up and asked the vassals.

“Heard that?”

“…”

After a moment of silence.

“Ye-yes! We heard well!”

“I think Your Grace is a gift to the youngest lady!”

“My son doesn’t care about me, and he’s asking me to buy him a gift first. I really envy you!”

One of my dad’s lips corner went up.

I stared at it with dumbstruck.

It feels like the almost non-existent cool-headedness of a reincarnated person is coming back.

“Daddy, did you send me a dress every birthday?”

“Yes.”

“Was Clatier’s birthday dress originally mine?”

“Yeah. A father and a girl who didn’t even know their place took yours. How dare they.”

I see.

My dad was celebrating my birthday every year.

Even though you must have had a hard time on the battlefield.

“… ..I thought my dad hated my birthday.”

My mind warned me to speak only that far, but my mouth was already open.

“The day I was born is the day my mother became a star in the sky.”

In no time, the atmosphere in the office froze.

See? I knew this would happen.

I regretted it.

However, I couldn’t take back the words I spoke, and my reasoning was getting blurred.

I didn’t dare to ask about my mother.

“You were born of an affair, and you were born with your mother’s life.”

“You have committed two sins since you were born! That’s why the duke abandoned you!”

No matter how curious or how much I wanted an answer, how can I ask?

But he said he was my dad no matter what.

Because I’m dad’s daughter.

Now…

“Who said that?”

Dad’s voice was cold. I felt anger in that voice, I swallowed my breath.

“Uncle…….”

*CRASH!!*

The desk crumbled and collapsed.

I trembled.

But my dad’s hand holding me remained the same.

Rather, my dad stroked my head and covered my cheeks with a very soft, gentle touch.

“Your mother didn’t di… become the star that day.”

It was a clear voice as if imprinting on my head.

“She nursed you and gave you your name.”

“…is that so?”

“That’s right.”

Mom didn’t die because of me.

I wasn’t born after killing my mother.

“Luatisha. I love you. Be happy.”

Those words weren’t words left by dying because of me.

The name mother gave.

I like my name even better.

Because it is a tie with my mother.

“I think my mom liked me a lot.”

“Yes, she loved you a lot. To the point that she didn’t want to be separated with you.”

Hehe.

Even without seeing, I knew my face was flushed.

“Luatisha, your birthday is a celebratory day.”

My father looked me in the eye and said,

“From now on, I’m not going to skip your birthday.”

“Yes!”

I wish my mom were alive.

How did my mother die?

But I didn’t dare to ask him that.

“But I still have my dad.”

It was a miracle for me, who had nothing.

“Daddy.”

“Yes.”

“Please call my name.”

“Luatisha.”

“Yes!”

“Luatisha.”

“Yes.”

“Lulu.”

“Yes…”

The gentle stroking of my hair felt good.

Slightly rough hands.

But it was the biggest and warmest hand in the world.

Feeling the touch, I fell asleep quickly.

***

“The Marquis of Tarenka has gone too far.”

“I felt it last time about the child support, but isn’t this really too much!”

“I can’t believe she didn’t even know her name or age!”

The vassals spat and spoke enthusiastically.

The Duke of Paeraton was silent.

“Your Grace, even if he’s the Duchess’s family, this matter cannot be left as it is.”

*Thud. Thud.*

The Duke’s fingertips that were knocking on his armrest stopped.

“What is Tarenka’s situation?”

“The order to cut the fund line has already been carried out. The company operated by the Marquis has been cut off, and the big players who have invested in the mana stone mines are retracting their investments.”

“Is it possible that the predecessor of the marquis will lend his hand?”

“The Marquis himself is struggling because he doesn’t want to inform his predecessors.”

“Okay.”

The Duke of Paeraton leaned deeply against his chair and placed his hands on his smooth, twisted legs.

Marquis of Tarenka was completely in trouble financially.

This is the age of gold.

It is a time when the wealthy bourgeoisie has the upper hand over the poor aristocrat.

Losing investors one by one, the Marquis of Tarenka will feel miserable again.

In the end, when the predecessor of the Marquis finds out about this, he will take back his title.

‘But it’s not enough.’

The eyes of Duke Paeraton shone deeply blue.

***

Tiring!

Tiring Tiring!

“Shut up…….”

I rolled around, covering my ears with a pillow.

However, the notification sound did not end. Rather, it got worse.

Tiring Tiring Tiring Tiring Tiring Tiring!

“Let’s sleep!”

Eventually, I sprang up angrily.

The alarm sounded in my head, so no matter how much I blocked my ears, I had no choice but to listen.

“The baby has to sleep a lot! I am four years old! Yeah! If I do not grow tall, you’ll be responsible for it!”

[A new quest has arrived.]

When I tried to ignore it, the notification window just popped in front of me.

I brushed my hair roughly and looked around.

It was my room.

I felt like I fell asleep on my dad’s lap, but I thought I had moved.

‘A quest?’

<Revenge is in my hands! (1)>

Dear Reader!

This is not the time to lay around like this!

Now, the Duke of Paeraton is making plans to beat Marquis of Tarenka!

Oh oh.

Dad’s gonna beat up that good-for-nothing Marquis Tarenka?

My dad is the best!

I was delighted and read the following sentence.

You’re not really happy, right?

What is the cider that others feed on?

It’s a flat cider!

What cider you poured yourself into?

Yes, it’s warm cider!

You let the Duke of Paeraton kick out Clatier, and now you’re leaving Marquis Tarenka to him?

Revenge with your own hands!

Punishment at your own will!

Do your own work!

A child who takes care of herself ♪.

-Condition: Recovery of property purchased by the Marquis Tarenka by intercepting child support.

-Reward: 3000 Cash Draw Ticket, Paeraton Duke’s favorability increases, and proceeds with a related quest <???>

-Quest rejection penalty: The random probability of the penalty 〈Flat Cider〉 increases.

-Quest Failure Penalty: Paeraton Duke’s favorability fell.

‘no…….’

It was so absurd.

Of course, I also wanted the heroine to take revenge while watching the novel.

It’s not the ML or someone else who should do it for you, but with the heroine’s own hands!

‘But!’

As this became my story, the situation was different.

‘I am a baby!’

How does a four-year-old mite steal property from Marquis Tarenka!

However, the rejection penalty was too high.

‘If the probability of being a baby increased here, wouldn’t I just keep being a baby?’

If I forgot, my reasoning would be gone.

“Isn’t that too much? What if I become a baby while talking to Marquis Tarenka!”

Then the quest will fail!

“Not doing it! I’m out!”

When I lay down and struggled, letters were added to the bottom of the quest window.

-Quest acceptance benefit: The penalty will be lifted while the quest is in progress.

It’s like asking if that would make it fine.

‘Let’s try harder.’

That thought crossed my mind, but I gave up.

‘I know his temper, and if I wait here longer, he’ll take away the benefits he gave me.’

“Phew.”

I sighed deeply.

To be honest, I didn’t want to back down when I was told that I was a flat cider.

I hate flat cider.

If you’re a Rofan reader, you’ll all be ambitious!

“Okay, let’s do it!”

[You have accepted the request.]

[Penalty will be lifted while quests are in progress with benefit.]

OK.

I crawled over the bed and approached the bedside table.

Then I took out a book from the drawer and lifted it up.

The very book that has been transformed into a beautiful one.

Architus, the heirloom of the Duke.

[Would you like to use <Novel Rent> to summon <Novel>? You can rent it for 3 days from the loan date.]

I nodded at the notification.

‘Summon one Rofan and take the power of the heroine!’

[Please tell me the <Novel> to be summoned.]

After thinking carefully, I opened my mouth.

“<How to Flirt with 10 Men in a Reverse Harem World>.”