Chapter 63: My Father Who Dislikes Me (2)

Chapter 63: My Father Who Dislikes Me (2)

A blue window appeared before her eyes.

A blue window bearing ominous tales furrowed Hanna's brows as it overlay her vision.

[Q. If he hadnt been there]

Hanna of Histania, a woman with a destiny of misfortune. She was originally meant to die.

Despite constant discrimination from her father and indifference from her kin, Hanna had earnestly raced forward, focusing solely on the recognition she yearned for.

Believing that one day, she too would be treated the same as them.

She had steadily progressed.

Because she had a remarkable talent for swordsmanship and an excellent ability to learn.

But her father never gave her the attention she desired.nove(l)bi(n.)com

He thought it was more important for the family to focus on Malik than Hanna.

Hanna was parched for praise.

If only someone had been there to tell her she was doing well, she might have avoided the tragedy

On a hot summer's day.

Hanna makes a drastic choice.

Knowing she faced an insurmountable foe, but in pursuit of the sword's growth and her father's approval, Hanna set out to ascend the Hamel Mountains.

1. Read the letter sent by Histania Rowen. (0/1)

2. Meet with Histania Rowen. (0/1)

3. Subjugate the elite orc warriors of the Hamel Mountains. (0/30)

Reward: Access to 41st side story If He Hadn't Been There'

Hanna blinked her eyes.

What was this situation? She understood it with her body even if her head could not grasp why such a thing appeared before her.

Perhaps it was the result of training too hard.

Or maybe it was because she had skipped a meal.

Even after blinking deeply, the blue window in front of her did not disappear.

What is this'

Chills ran through her body.

It contained an ominous content suggesting that if she hadn't met the butler, she would have died.

Casually swinging her sword and desiring only her father's recognition, the content that pierced through her past self caused a slight tremor in Hanna's fingertips.

Why would I die'

Hanna thought she was a strong person.

Both in the past and now.

The reason she could endure living in contempt was due to her strong mental fortitude.

The thought that she, who had never broken down before her fathers disdain, would have made a foolhardy choice was unthinkable, yet Hanna, who knew herself better than anyone, could not hide her trembling heart.

A bad premonition kept her eyes glued to the blue window.

Though she inwardly denied it as nonsense, there was a chance she might have done something foolish back then.

If

If she hadnt gone to see the butler then

Hanna shook her head, attempting to shake off the thoughts that clung to her.

-Snap!

Hanna slapped her cheeks with both hands, telling herself to snap out of it. She thought she was seeing strange things because she was not focused on training and kept thinking about the butler. Trying to dismiss the absurdity in her mind, Hanna shook her head.

Opening her eyes, which had been tightly shut, the blue window with its ominous content had disappeared.

"It's just fatigue It's because I'm tired."

Struggling to rise, Hanna clutched her father's letter firmly in her hand as she stood up.

It's nothing.'

With an uneasy heart, Hanna headed up to the dormitory.

*

Three days earlier.

The commander of the Imperial Knights, Rowen of Histania, sat at his desk in the office, holding a pen after a long time.

Rowen, who picked up a pen instead of a sword for the first time in a while, pressed his throbbing forehead, lost in thought.

[To Hanna]

His hand holding the pen didn't move.

What words to write.

What should be written.

Rowen let out a deep sigh as he could not easily come up with the words.

"Sigh"

Then, the words of a red-headed boy would not leave his mind.

-Its a madmans act to hunt elite orcs at this age.

-Isnt it impressive? Why don't you applaud?

-You of all people haven't tried this

The boy who defended Hanna with unwavering eyes. It was something that could not have been done by someone of meager bravery.

No doubt, he knew I was the commander of the Imperial Knights.

His palpable hostility disappeared as soon as he saw me, and the aura that had subtly risen was cleanly erased, all of which I had witnessed with my own eyes. It was a situation I could infer to some extent.

Yet, the boy's unwavering eyes still lingered in my memory.

"Impudent brat"

Rowen felt the pen he was holding heavier than usual today.

Because it's best to avoid an ending you don't wish to see.

She was living a sufficiently happy life even now. She didn't want to cling to the past and had people who supported and believed in her, as opposed to the father who had curtly rejected her.

Hanna coldly turned down the blue window before her.

But.

She couldn't help but be drawn to it, feeling anxious.

If If she were to listen to the story that the blue window was showing

She felt like she might never be able to see her father's face again.

With a disturbed heart, Hanna gazed up at the sky.

"Sigh I want to see the butler."

Today, especially, Hanna found herself missing the red-haired butler.

***

"Sit!"

In the tranquil room of the young lady.

The lady, with a more serious expression than ever before, was holding jerky in her hand, trying to teach Gomtang who sat under the bed.

Gomtang, not understanding the situation, tilted her head and gazed at the lady's hand, while the ladys annoyance was reaching an uncontrollable level.

The lady shouted at Gomtang.

"Sit down! You miserable creature!"

-Goom?

Gomtang ignored the ladys command.

Gomtang's eyes were fixed solely on the jerky in the ladys hand.

As Gomtang drooled in anticipation, the lady twirled the jerky in front of her and said,

"Sit and Ill give it to you."

-Nom!

Gomtang snatched the jerky out of the ladys hand along with a bit of her hand. The lady, unable to match the reflexes of the animal, looked down at her right hand drenched with saliva with a hollow expression.

The jerky disappeared in a blink of an eye.

-Gooom!

Gomtang wagged her tail as if to say she was pleased.

"Yikes! You darn bear!"

"It's a dog, not a bear."

"Bear or dog, its frustrating!"

The lady swung her hands around threateningly at Gomtang, but to me, she only appeared endearing.

It was a peaceful day.

The sun was shining brightly.

No visitors to be found.

A day stretched out like that of a carefree bum.

This is life.

I want to live like this forever.

Do nothing, eat and play, enjoy a peaceful bum's life, throw all the work to Michail and lead a gentle life of leisure

Thats when it happened.

Gomtang, who had been playing nicely with the lady, climbed up on the bed and started barking out the window.

-Woof! Woof!

"Yikes!! Where do you think you're going! You need to be scolded!"

The lady who yelled at the disdainful Gomtang peered out the window that Gomtang was looking through, and wondered, "Huh, who is it?"

"Ricardo. A thief has come."

"What? Theres nothing to steal here."

"But there is."

"What then?"

"The most beautiful thing in the world me."

I lightly disregarded the ladys words.

"Why ignore me!"

""

"Yikes!!"

I shrugged my shoulders.

Who could have come to a mansion seemingly haunted by ghosts?

I cursed the sinner who was disturbing my blissful bum life inwardly and resolved to hang a warning sign at the manor's front door: [If you enter, the villainess will bite you.]

I slowly looked out the window.

There was a man with brown hair standing in front of the gate, waiting for someone to come out.

With a towering stature.

A handsome appearance.

The man destined to be Michail's master.

Histania Rowen.

I warned the lady.

"Airstrike alert!!!"

"Eeek!!!"

We hid by lying face down on the bed.