The Precious Sister of The Villainous Grand Duke Chapter 55

"No,"

I shook my head at Liatris. I couldn't get rid of all the shadows of the demons entangled in this family enough to clear the curse of the first demon, but I had hope.

Even if that's just a very small seed.

"You can get it."

"Why. You think you'r brother will be different?"

"………. ."

"Children who deal with demons do beco demons. You don't know how angelic Alphonse was, but I rember when he was a newborn baby."

I bite my lips firmly at Liatris' incredible words. I wanted to think it was a lie, but her aura was so clear.

"There is no way to know what even Derek will wear to about the qualifications of a successor, but I am suspicious of what your brother does."

He's not the one to take care of a useless child like for no reason.

I crouched at Liatris' horse. I don't know where the hell should be hurt more.

Is it an expression that I am useless, or is it a nuance that Dietrich is using ?

"I'll sleep with Dietrich."

I don't know when Dietrich will leave Dahlia again.

I ran into his bedroom, frustrated by the news that he had co, and pushed out of my body without getting permission.

I hugged the giant raccoon doll like a pillow and looked down at him silently.

A low sigh fell over the crown, but I didn't care and walked past him into the room.

"Do you think this is your room?"

Dietrich, who has seen alternately with the raccoon lying on his bed without permission, shook his head.

"Why are you carrying that again?"

"I can't sleep without ashes,"

I pouted, regretting his cold reaction. It beca more blunt all the ti.

It's been a long ti since the sun went down, but he sat down at a small table by the window as if he had no intention of sleeping.

"sit down?"

"Yes,"

Dietrich nodded his head small, then squeezed his chin toward the open window.

"Consecta."

I don't know what kind of abilities were used, but soon a black shadow flows out of the window like water.

As I watched the black liquid disappear from the moonlight, I got out of bed and approached him.

"Why."

He returned to the Dahlia Palace after a long ti, and I was happy, but above all, I had to check out an artificial aura whose identity was unknown.

From the mont Dietrich showed his abilities, he had to know what that aura began to grow heterogeneously.

'I'm worried about what Liatris said.'

I opened my eyes and stared at Dietrich's chest. It's faint than the bracelet Alphonse carried, but it certainly slls like a rose.

'It looks like a curse's soul.'

"Dietrich."

"uh."

"Take off your clothes."

"……..What?"

Like Alphonse's bracelet, his face gradually distorted as he stared at his shirt, wondering if he was wearing sothing under his clothes.

He grabbed his neck as if he was stunned.

"No."

"Are you shy?"

I thought about the subject he was going to change my diaper, and the boundaries are extre.I was worried about running into him and checking it, but quietly stepped back.

'What to see when you fall asleep.'

Fortunately, he hasn't done anything else long.

Dietrich, who kept checking things out of the window, was not long enough to lie down on the tuna, pressing hard on his eyes as if he was tired.

The bed is so big that Dietrich, , and even the raccoon doll lie down and there is a place left.

Perhaps he broke it, and he stepped between and settled at the end of the bed.

'Already one inside and outside.'

She feels like he's getting farther and farther away every ti he goes out and returns to see what happened to him during his ti outside Dahlia.

As I waited for him to fall asleep, I snorted as if expressing regret.

"…….Sleep?"

I hated the appearance of going to Dietrich. He closed his eyes because he was too pale, and he wasn't as fine as a dead person.

It was quiet without even breathing, so in the past, I thought he died while sleeping. There are tis when I put my fingers under his nose and checked them.

I woke up carefully and carefully to check his face for no answer.

'Well, it seems to be sleeping.'

The raccoon was lying in an upright position between him and , so I rolled back and fell to his side.

It was difficult to see with the naked eye because the shirt buttons were still neatly stuffed all the way to the neck.

'I can't do it'

sniffs.

"…….. ."

Sniffing sniffing.

"……. ."

I puts my nose near his neck and slls the scent of Ginga Minga whether it is a rose or not, and at so point he can lift himself.

"Oh, didn't you sleep?"

Dietrich, who raised his upper body halfway, stared at , frowning.

"get out."

"I have to sll Dietrich,"

"……. ."

he ignored and picked up a raccoon doll and gave it to .

bang!

It was next that the door was closed right in front of .

I was kicked out without inco without revealing the identity of Aura.

Baal puts slippers on my little feet and kicks his tongue.

"Why are you kicking out?"

"So why don't you sll people, even though you're not a dog?"

I saw people looking at strangely while sniffing and churning through the palace to check for contaminated auras.

'But what should I do with the surest sll!'

I pouted my mouth and made up my mind to look for the next opportunity.

However, the opportunity seldom ca. Apart from the frequent emptying of dahlias, Dietrich started to look at in earnest. At first, I was tired of holding him and asking why.

'He have no feelings for .'

It was more terrifying than saying that he was angry.

'If he's angry, whether he say he's

angry.'

If not, did he just suddenly hate ?

When I think about it, my heart feels like that. Even the brothers who were close when they were young often beca uncomfortable after they all grew up, but we haven't grown up yet.

'I guess I didn't find out what he was trying to do.'

I couldn't find Dietrich anymore to avoid . I was hurt just by seeing the avoidance.

"It's like eating with the family like this."

It was Baal who tried to narrow down the awkward sense of distance between Dietrich and .

I rubbed my hands and rolled my eyes as I looked at it, Baal, who looked at Dietrich's gaze.

'What are you doing.'

Dietrich began to eat with an insensitive face, as if he had little inspiration for the fine al Baal prepared for him and .

I was offended by Dietrich, who kept disregarding as I was, so I didn't say anything first.

"Cough."

Above the thin ice-like silence, the sound of a devil coughing.

'I have to push my hand out even when I see Baal.'

"Cough, Cough."

I was coughing, pouting my lips in the devil's hypothetical effort.

Only then Dietrich looks at instead of eating.

"Do you have a cold?"

"Dietrich."

"Why."

"Are you really mad at ?"

"No."

It may have been unpleasant to go to his room my own, but I have been so many tis.

While Dietrich wasn't there, I called the kids together and ssed up Dahlia, but I didn't think I was worried about that.

"Where have you been? Euclid?"

"Yeah."

"What did you do there?"

"I took care of the traitor of LaGrange."

"And what else did you do?"

"You have a lot of questions."

I was just trying to talk about it. I glared at him at Dietrich's Finnzan. He slowly turned his head to see if he felt my gaze.

"Learn to hide your emotions. Are you still begging like a kid?"

I didn't even think to refute his dry words, so I bite my mouth back.

'There is no way to say anything.'

"Then, I can tell about ? I've gotten close to the other kids. The nas are sslow, Riesling, Rosé, Dietrich are the kids You've seen before-"

"Marilyn."

Dietrich didn't listen to my words, so he called Marilyn, who was handing a bowl of soup next to .

As she bows her head to him, a chilling voice pours over her head.

"You haven't taught Nissa an eating etiquette before?"

"I'm sorry. Confucius. She often eat alone."

It was a warning that I couldn't be polite and made a loud noise. I opened my mouth amazed that Dietrich had shut my mouth in such a noble way.

"Just say it's noisy."

"……… ."

"You don't even want to talk to anymore?"

There is no reply. I was stunned by his deanor, snoring his nose, and then chewed the carrots that ca with the at.

Chew.

I chewed too hard because of the hotness.

At an instant, the gums feel tingly, and a fishy taste spreads in the mouth. Marilyn screaming at her side as she tilted the dog, as it seed to remind her of the old mories.

"Huh. Princess!"

'Well. It's true, too,'

I woke up from my seat, covering my mouth with my palm. It caught my eyes that the faces of the users, including Marilyn, turned white.

"Princess! Blood! You're bleeding!"