"Should I say the long version or the short one? Like, should I summarize it?"
Christian, sitting beside Eva and staring at her side profile, didn't hesitate for even a mont. He didn't need to think about her question; his reply ca imdiately.
"Of course, say the long one. Rather than summarizing it, don't leave out a single detail. We have ample ti, anyway."
"As now that things have co to this, I want to know everything about you, every possible thing."
Getting the answer she wanted, Eva, who had already realized there was no point in hiding things, especially since he would eventually learn the details if he remained interested in her, felt pleased by his choice even if briefly, as the content of her story was by no ans sothing she was proud of. Still, she now preferred it this way; she wanted him to know everything, to co clean about it all. There was no need for any kind of pretense anymore.
So, taking a deep breath, gathering her thoughts, she began.
"If I'm going to explain everything in detail, then I think I need to start with the ancient families. That's where everything began."
"The ancient families… I don't know how much you've discovered about them, but they can actually be divided into three types."
"The first would be the traditional ones, those who shut themselves off from the outside world, never involving themselves in anything happening around them."
"The second would be those who don't care whether they're involved or not and are simply swept along by their surroundings."
"And the third would be those who aren't just involved but are the masterminds behind almost everything significant that happens in the world."
"They're so deeply entangled that they can't extricate themselves anymore."
Not caring much about the ancient families, especially now that there were people from outside the world who were far more dangerous, Christian still listened quietly and patiently.
"The family I belonged to was the first type," Eva said.
"But they weren't satisfied with their current state and wanted to make a change."
Taking a pause, Eva's eyes narrowed as though she were recalling sothing unpleasant, sothing she hated, before she continued.
"Before I ca into this world, before I was even born, they had countless discussions about how they should step into the outside world."
"But in the end, they never arrived at an answer. Their pride was too high, too precious, and they found it too difficult to take any action that might affect their standing. Apparently, they held a firm conviction that they were still above all the so-called peasants outside."
Her tone grew colder as she continued, "Well, that all changed a few years after I was born. When they tested and found out I had no talent."
Eva paused briefly, her narrowed eyes betraying a storm of emotions before she spoke again.
"My own parents, who held high positions in the family, were ashad of . They saw my existence as a stain on their lives, a mark of disgrace they couldn't bear. They couldn't even stand the sight of . Yet, it's not like they could just kill their own daughter. So, when another family eting was held, they ca up with the idea of selling off."
Hearing the sadness and hatred in her tone, Christian, who already knew she had been sold, found himself at a loss for words. He felt sorry for her, deeply so, and intended to say sothing, but Eva, seemingly unaware of his troubled expression, or intention, continued speaking.
"Maybe you don't know this, but the talent of children is heavily influenced by their parents."
Pausing slightly after she said her last sentence in tone tinged with bitterness, Eva glanced at him briefly before explaining, "For instance, in normal families, even if it's possible for soone talented in essence techniques to erge, it's incredibly rare."
Her voice turned colder as she went on, "In ancient families, however, when the father and mother are both strong and talented, it becos almost impossible for their children not to inherit that talent."
"So, for my parents, who had after a long struggle in old ages, being talentless ca as a massive disappointnt."
Seeing her clenched fists, her expression filled with anger and her tone laced with resentnt, Christian hesitated. He considered holding her hand to offer comfort but ultimately decided against it.
Soone like her, who had lived her entire life in such a suffocating environnt yet still carried eyes burning with a strong will… a will that seed to silently declare she would erge victorious no matter what, deserved respect. She hadn't given up, faced and dealt with everything on her own, all her life. So is it really his place to offer her emotional support right now?
Eva, catching sight of Christian's softened expression, one devoid of disgust or pity, felt a small sense of relief, and encouraged by this, she continued speaking, her heart feeling a little lighter as she delved further into her story.
"It was then that the idea was approved, and I was raised as soone who would be sold, and started to be isolated by my family. With people around just ones there as work; to teach sothing… well, mostly how to please a man and be submissive."
"Was it because of that? Because I was destined to be sold cheaply as a re connection for my family to enter the political world?"
"That made want to treasure my body even more."
"Every ti they tried to teach their ways, that desire grew stronger."
"Then, when I grew a little older and understood things more clearly, I once inadvertently ntioned love, and how normal relationship works. But instead of understanding, I was scolded and told that sothing like love was a luxury I could never afford."
"That only made want to rebel against them more than ever, to prove that they were wrong. Even for soone like , love wasn't an impossibility."
"And that made long just for that."
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