The Precious Sister of The Villainous Grand Duke Chapter 15

‘She's fired! Marilyn is fired!'

You said she went to another palace for a while!

‘The maid Marilyn no longer works in Lagrange,' Lancel's slow words made me sit down while hitting the floor with my fist.

“Why she's fired? is malilin wrong?!”

“I do not know. I don't know that.”

Lancel shrugs when I cry. It seemed to him that He didn't care at all whether I cried or not.

‘If it's Marilyn, she would have smiled sweetly and healed me… …'

I miss her warm aura as the sun. Even though Lancel is fine, he spewed a black aura if he sticks with me a little.

‘I think it's because he remembers Camille.'

“Why are you upset? She was just a maid.”

“Lance is a fool!”

Lancel touched his chest as if shocked when I screamed at him. He was looking for words with his lips tight while peeking.1

“Yes? Am I a fool?”

“Yeah! Fool! Lance is a fool!”

“Ha? What can I do? I was so stupid that I forgot to order a meal for you princess. I'm done with you.”

This person intimidates the child with food again. I was embarrassed and looked up at him without saying that. He looks up at me and raises his tail.

“You have no choice but to starve today right?”

“What….?”

So easy to say that a baby will starve. Lancel laughed while tearing his long thin lips, and soon closed the door and left the bedroom.

‘No, why the hell isn't he fired!'

If you were able to fire a servant, why don't you fire Lancel for pinching a newborn and starving her instead of a good Marilyn!

I feel a great hunger when I remember Marilyn -the only adult who ever baked bread and cooked for me- who disappeared from my side.

‘I have to tell Dietrich.'

I didn't even have a meal today anyway, and I didn't have to wait for Lancel to come.

“Uhh.”

I moved out of my room and moving my body who had sat down. I stretching my short legs and go to Dietrich's room which comes out after two or more corridors.

‘I told you not to come in.'

Dietrich didn't open the door for me even if I knocked in any way.

“Detteli!”

I opened the door without permission and entered his room. The room was cold enough to make me shiver. It seemed to be twice as cold compared to my room.

A fierce wind blows through the cheeks and I was surprised to see Dietrich's window.

‘This is a building that doesn't even need air-conditioning because the window is open!'

The Palace of Dahlia was incredibly poor as a palace of the great nobleman LaGrange, and there was never a day when the fire or coal came in.

The winter of LaGrange is so famous for harsh cold. It was a death sentence for children who were ignored by Derreck like us.

‘Marilyn somehow keeps firewood and puts it in my room.'

Dietrich's room is somewhat cooler than my room. Even the ceiling and the floor were all covered with ebony thus adding to the impression of darkness.

‘The ghost will come out.'

I stroked my frightened arm and looking around.

“Detteli….?”

“…….”

“Aye yu hiye?” (Are you here?)

There was no answer, but I stepped one step at a time and relying on on the sun coming in through the curtains. The breath was heard from the bed.

When I approached the bed, Dietrich lay with irregular breathing.

‘Where are you sick?'

There was no adult in Dahlia to take care of the children when they were hurt or sick. I stared at Dietrich, who did not even know I had been in.

Sometimes the closed eyes pucker because of the heat. His chin trembled so much that he looked very cold, but he wasn't even covered with blankets properly.

“Detteli, cold?”

“…what.”

His locked voice clearly reveals his condition.
Her cheeks which red from the cold look adorable.

‘You are still a child.'

“I need to cover the bangket.” (I need to cover the blanket.)

“Unggg.”

“Detteli, It's cute voice .” (Dietrich, you make a cute voice.)

I picked up the velvet quilt that rolled down at his feet. It took a while for a blanket that was heavier than my body, but in the end, I was able to cover the blanket just below his neck.

“Get rid of it.”

“Hey. It's cold.”

If I'm the usual, I'll leave before I even cover him with a blanket. But now Dietrich is not as sharp as usual, he is like a falling leaf crushed in a blanket.

‘Are you sick?'

I'm very sorry if no one cares for you when you're sick.

“Are you wake up?”

“I don't need it, I don't, I go.”

I laughed all the time looking down at him, who had no energy and couldn't speak properly.

“Don't want.”

I reached out when I saw Dietrich's hair clinging to his forehead. Then he struggled to lift his body and slammed my hand. Well, it's not too scary or even painful.

It doesn't hurt because the power isn't applied properly, but my skin is so thin and soft that it immediately turns red.

“…..stop it, just leave my hair.”

Dietrich glanced at my pinkish back and bit his lips. His lips began to be stained with blood.

I sighed when I looking down at a child who couldn't be honest even if it was difficult.

“I'm sowyi, I'll go out latel. I'll do something.” (I'm sorry. I'll go out later. I'll do something)

I shrugged my shoulders as if I had no choice but to come down from the bed and look around. Fortunately, the facial washbasin left by the maid this morning caught my eye.

‘Oh no, are you bringing the wash water and leaving the sick child unattended?'

How scary a cold is for little children.

I picked the towel that was scattered near the white washbasin and hope it wasn't a mop.

Soon after a wet towel was placed over him, Dietrich opened his eyes with an annoying moan.

“Sow, sowyii….” (So..sorry)

What should I do if I don't have strength in this baby's wrist? I took a towel full of water that was still dripping next to the pillow nervously.

‘But if I put this on, the heat will go down.'

Dietrich staring at me as if he would kill me soon. He throws the towel in one hand and squeezes it.

“Thanks.”

I picked up a towel that had gone a bit and put it on his forehead again finely.

“…..”

I know he wants me not to put it on his forehead again. But I pretended I didn't know Dietrich's sigh and pushed it into Dietrich's hot face.

When I crawled hard from Dietrich's feet to his head, he whispered in a long voice, as if he had no energy to get angry.

“Where're you going?”

“It's cold because I spilled water.”

“…….”

“It will be wam if i hagyu.” (It will be warm if I hug you.)

I said that I would act as a human boiler. I lay on Dietrich's arm, which opened helplessly.

“When it's cold, it's hot if I do it.”

“…….”

“If no one to hug, do this.” (If there is no one to hug, do this.)

I demonstrated with my arms wrapped around my body. I did it on a lonely night when my heart was so lonely until I could barely fall asleep.

Dietrich watched what I did and woke up with a sigh.

“Huh.”

I stopped breathing when suddenly my body moved and sitting on a sofa in the corner of the bedroom.

“Stay still. Because it's noisy and my head hurts.”

I staggered and stared back at Dietrich's back to bed.

“Then I'll mob quetly, don't wolly ” (I'll move quietly, don't worry)

How can I stay still when this happens? I have to bring some firewood.

‘Be quiet.'

His head hurts, so he murmured.

Dietrich took a deep breath to hear the sound of a child walking in the hallway and the sound of leaves she took rippled as the leaves fell.

Being careful in his own way, be seemed to walk with his hind feet in front of the room, but his ears are as sensitive as wild animals.
“Dett, are you lock the door…?”

For example, the voice of a child whispering outside a thick wooden door.

He locked it so no one entered, but Anissa didn't seem to intend to leave the locked door.

“Hah…..”

Dietrich felt his body ache to hear the sound of something rustling.

“What.”

That child crouched down to see if the door could be opened. However, the door suddenly opened and Anissa's round eyes widened.
“Aeyu okay?!” (Are you okay?)

“Don't be noisy, I would've warned you.”

“Anissa is qwait….” (I was completely quiet.)

Dark red leaves were hanging from the small pink parrots that muttered excuses.

“Why do you hang this?”

Dietrich unconsciously swept the child's head.

“I'm trying to cut it.”

Anissa stands up with a smile as if it were good. But then a dry cup rolled next to it and a leaf fell into his eyes.

“Dett is cold.”

The tree branch looked so pathetic that it could only be used as a fire extinguisher instead of firewood. However, it wasn't easy to collect it and dirt stuck to the child's white cheeks.

Dietrich lost his speech for a moment in a blurry vision of his eyes.

Whether it's cold to death or starvation, it would be hard to care about his life.

‘It's stupid, or maybe not.'

The fevered head prevented him from worrying more deeply. Dietrich couldn't stop Anissa from entering his room.

Chapter end