༺ Dynamic Life Story (3) ༻
There are various reasons why soone would drop a work they were reading. It could be because it doesn’t suit their taste, or maybe they don’t like the story’s developnt. Or it could also be because they might have forgotten to keep up with it after missing a release, or maybe it’s because the spring breeze was warm. There could be diverse reasons.
The reason why I dropped the original work of this world was because of the first two reasons. I found it while searching for sothing to read, and neither the story nor the developnt was to my liking. What shocked the most was the developnt.
‘How can you do that to a little kid?’
It would have been understandable if Louise was a reincarnated or transmigrated character. Despite her appearance being young, she would be an adult on the inside. I could also accept it if she were a character going back in ti. But sadly, Louise was just a normal kid.
The original author made an 8-year-old kid go through too many harsh situations. Seeing that made drop it. I had never imagined that doing so could bring such consequences to my life.
“If only you weren’t here…”
That was the last line of Louise’s sister.
The relationship between the Naird sisters could be called a cliché.
The weak, younger sister received all the attention of the family. Despite being born weak, she was always cheerful and was loved by everyone around her. The older sister liked her younger sister, but she began to harbor jealousy as the love and attention that should have co to her was also monopolized by her younger sister. However, everyone failed to notice it because nobody cared for her.
Her resentful eyes glaring at Louise as she was about to die was truly morable. To make things worse, the art was very good. Louise’s pale face was also very well-drawn. I didn’t really want to see all that in high quality.
Unintentionally turning my gaze to Louise, I saw her making macarons as I requested with her usual bright smile.
‘She’s amazing.’
How could soone be so bright after going through such things at such a young age? Of course, Louise wasn’t a psychopath who was unaffected by her sister’s death. At that ti, she beca greatly shocked and depressed. That’s when she t the Mage Duchess.
I don’t know what happened in the middle, but Louise grew up to beco a bright and kind person. Part of the reason why I didn’t recognize her on the first day of the Academy wasn’t just because she’d grown. It was also because her expressions and atmosphere had brightened.
There’s no way I could have guessed that a kid who’d gone through such a thing would grow up to be so bright. I thought her ability to charm people would be based on sothing more mundane, and not sothing based on her brightness.
“It’s done!”
As Louise announced that her macarons were done, the hyenas rushed in again.
For so reason, they seed to like the macarons. What’s up with these people? Was it not a matter of taste but rather extre pickiness? Do they really hate cookies that much?
* * *
Because the topic shifted to family matters, I kept my mouth shut. After all, I wasn’t in a position to talk happily about my family.
But I can’t show my discomfort. Showing that would be like publicly announcing that I had family problems.
That’s why I stayed still. If I stay quiet, no one would notice it. It’s a fleeting topic, so I don’t need to worry.
“I was also hurt, but why did they only look at you?!”
“If you weren’t here…”
As my sister’s last words ca to mind, I slightly bit my lips. It usually remained underneath, but it sotis surfaced out of nowhere, regardless of my wish.
I’d never be able to forget those words.
How could I forget?
It was my sister’s will. She basically died because of . If I hadn’t been there, such a thing wouldn’t have happened to her.
“Hilda left because of us. We’re the ones that deserve to be resented. Louise, it’s not your fault.”
That’s what my father said. Despite having mourned her death nurous tis, my mother never blad for her death. But what kind of parent would bla their daughter?
If we were to distribute the bla, I would have the biggest share. I enjoyed receiving attention and love from both of them. I enjoyed receiving the care of my family mbers. And because I wasn’t even satisfied with that, I even coveted so of the attention that should have been directed at my sister.
‘I shouldn’t have done that.’
It was my fault. It was my fault for hogging the love that our family should have shared equally. If I hadn’t been there, my sister would have enjoyed a happy life. Love was sothing that should be shared fairly, not monopolized by one person.
As the guilt grew inside , my eyes t with oppa’s.
No. I shouldn’t show him my dark side. However, he already turned his gaze away. Maybe he’s disappointed because I’ve shown him my bad side.
“Let’s end the family talk here. If we end up hearing so royal secret, we might have to cut off our ears.”
But contrary to my worries, oppa made others stop talking about it. He didn’t show disappointnt at my expression; instead, he seed worried and reacted in a considerate manner. Then, he asked to make macarons out of the blue.
Anyone could see that it was a blatant act of consideration. He wanted to make more macarons because they were good? He hardly ate any, to begin with. After all… He wasn’t soone who could properly taste food.
‘He must be flustered.’
He must have sensed my mood, so he changed the topic. I took a glimpse at oppa’s eyes, and as expected, his eyes were moving all around the place.
I almost laughed. At the sa ti, I almost cried. This was sothing he could have just ignored, or he could have beco disappointed. I felt thankful that he cared even for trivial matters like this.
He probably doesn’t know what I went through. He shouldn’t know what I’m thinking about. Yet, he still worried and sensed that sothing was wrong based on my expression alone.
‘Thank you.’
I muttered inwardly because I couldn’t say it out loud. Saying ‘thank you’ out of the blue in this situation would only make others think I’m strange.
“It’s done!”
So I smiled cheerfully, just like always. I accepted oppa’s consideration and regained my composure. This was the only way I could repay him.
“Louise, it’s delicious. You really are good at making these.”
I belatedly realized sothing after hearing Ainter’s words. I had forgotten to add dicinal herbs.
I always added so dicinal herbs to see if they could help oppa fix his tastebuds. The other guys also ate a lot of sweet things, so I should also care for them by making them eat sothing good for their health.
Well… I guess it would be fine to skip it only for today.
* * *
Fortunately, Louise was smiling until the club activities ended. Of course, I couldn’t know what she was truly feeling inside.
For starters, I don’t even know how Louise dealt with her childhood trauma. She might have completely overco it, but she could still be suffering silently. She usually seed cheerful, so I thought it was the forr. However, her expression today suggested otherwise.
‘It can’t be helped.’
I was worried, but there wasn’t much more I could do. If she looks down, I’ll cheer her up. If an unpleasant subject cos up, I’d change it. Anything more than that was impossible.
After all, I was officially soone who didn’t know about Louise’s past. Why would I offer advice or worry about a past she hadn’t told ?
“Carl oppa… How did you know that?”
That would be most likely her response. I would imdiately beco a crazy stalker right there. Because I’m the Executive Manager of the Prosecutor’s Office, I’d go from ‘Creepy Stalker’ to ‘Evil Prosecutor who investigated her and her family’s past.’
That would be enough to scare Louise away. My relationship with Irina might improve, but it would wreck my relationship with Louise. What a crazy law of equal exchange.
Anyway, Louise’s trauma was sothing she had to share with soone she could trust. If she couldn’t resolve it by herself, she should try sharing it with soone she can trust.
‘Why does this kid have such a heavy mouth?’
She told to talk to her if I had any worries, but she kept her own mouth tightly shut.
It was a little bit infuriating, but it was mostly pitiable. That’s why I ended up treating Louise well. Was it because of compassion? Did this child even know what happiness was?
“These hopeless bastards.”
I spoke while sighing in frustration. The biggest problem was that Louise had no one she could confide in even if she wanted to open up. If one of the five were close to Louise, she could have told one of them. However, all they ever did was ss around and keep each other in check.
Louise thinks that it’s her fault for monopolizing her parent’s love, and that caused her sister’s death. Maybe that’s why she blocked the idea of getting closer to one of her friends. Perhaps that’s why she avoided favoring just one person.
That’s why it should be them who take the initiative, but these idiots were clueless about all of this even as the sester drew to a close.
For Louise to make a choice, she should overco her trauma. However, she couldn’t even talk about it.
‘I’m sure the esteed daughter wants to love, too.’
The Esteed Daughter Wants to Love.
I recalled the title that only I knew in this world. It didn’t co to mind right after the possession, but one day, it suddenly popped up. Of course, knowing the title didn’t an anything since I didn’t know the content.
Still, thinking about Louise’s past and title, I couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. Hey, guys. Louise wants to experience love, too. So please, let’s make so progress.
‘It’s probably not going to happen.’
While I wish they would make so progress, my mind had already concluded that that wouldn’t happen. Praying for a sixth character to appear might be more effective.
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