C1 Part2

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“My daughter, Aren.”

Suddenly I opened my eyes to the sweet and nostalgic voice calling me. When I opened my eyes, my father, who must have died two years ago, was holding my hand in bed.

“Father…?”

In the end, you died and came to your father’s place.

But if you’re dead, what is this pajamas, and why is the feel of the blanket so real? When I felt something strange, my father opened his mouth.

“It’s your birthday, but what if you’re still sleeping? Do you know how worried this father was when you slept like a dead?”

“…Is it my birthday? What do you mean, father?”

“Haha. My daughter, you’re still less awake. Get up quickly.”

My father’s words flashed in my mind. If it’s not dead, what the hell is this about? I asked my father with a dubious heart.

“Really… Are you really father?”

“Then, It’s Aren. Our Aren. Huh? Have you ever had a bad dream? Why are you crying suddenly?”

Tears struck me unknowingly at the words of my warm father. My dear father. He was the father who always took care of me warmly. My father said that he would insist on his only ugly daughter. He gave all the gifts to her fiance, the Grand Duke, and went out to the battlefield and never came back alive. By the way, my father, who died two years ago, was alive in front of me now.

“Father!”

I completely forgot that I was wearing my pajamas while I just got up and jumped into my father’s arms. The embarrassed father’s body stiffened.

“Aren?”

“Father… Father…Isn’t it a dream?”

I cried out to my father. My father was embarrassed by my sudden behavior, but soon patted my back with his big hand.

“My dear daughter.”

“Father….”

“You must have had a scary dream.”

My father’s warm voice reached my ears.

‘Dream?’

Those painful memories are all dreams? It couldn’t have been a dream to lose my life at Damian’s hands. The miserable days at the Grand Duke’s residence, the pain of my heart that stabbed with a knife, a cold face looking down like a lump of meat, similar to me, covered in blood, and my end when I fell and rolled on the floor were vivid. I slowly loosened my hand from my father’s embrace and asked instead, still holding my father’s hand.

“Father. Did you say today is my birthday? What year is it now?”

“Huh? Isn’t it 829 years of imperial calendar?”

“The 829 years of the imperial calendar? Not 833?”

“Haha. Aren, today is the 829 year of the imperial calendar. You’re still not fully awake. Get ready quickly and come to the dining room. I told the chef to prepared all the foods you like.”

After listening to my father, I couldn’t keep up. 829 Imperial calendar year. 15 June. My 20th birthday. What a joke of fate I am back in the past. To my birthday four years ago. Is it a chance God gave me because I was only used and died? No matter what happened, I could never miss this opportunity.

Again, I shouldn’t make things like dying at the hands of Damian like that. One thing that’s fortunate is that Damian in ‘This Time’ has a disease that even reputable lawmakers can’t cure him, and he doesn’t know that I’m the only one who can heal it.

‘Wouldn’t it be possible to use this as a reverse and lead him to ruin?’

However, nothing was foolish enough to approach Damian without any preparation. If that happens, it will be my own to destroy him. To defeat Damian, I had to prepare thoroughly.

‘I have the power to protect my family, and I have to get someone to go to battle on my father’s behalf.’

Only one person who satisfies all of these conditions passed through my mind. The only person I know in the Empire is stronger than Damian.

‘Casadine.’

Despite being a slave, he was a man who became the Commander of the Imperial General Knights after being caught in the eyes of the Crown Prince. It was also the name I heard that was nailed to my ear when I was in Damian’s Duke recidence . The god of war, the Crown Prince’s closest aide, the divinely blessed beauty, a genius swordsman who might come out once in a thousand years. There were countless words to refer to Casadine, but to the last it was a story from a previous life. At this time, Casadine is not a Commander of the Imperial General’s Knights or a close friend of the Crown Prince.

‘I can’t lose my father again by war.’

In the Seville Empire, when war breaks out, it is the national law that one man per family, regardless of status, goes to the battlefield unconditionally. The exception to this is the absence of men in the family, but if that’s not the case, they had to go to battle regardless of age. Violation of this could result in deprivation of title, confiscation of property, and death. In that sense, I decided to make Casadine part of our family. Even if he go to the battlefield instead of my father, the only person who will come back alive and stronger than Damian in the Empire, no, even if I search the entire continent, only Casadine will be. I will intercept him before the Prince and raise him well, feed him well, and tame him well, so that he will become the sword that protects me and my father.

My father will be waiting at the dining room, so he left my room with a message to change clothes and leave. As I changed my clothes with the help of the maid, I stared in the mirror on the dressing table. Wavy platinum hair, blue eyes that resemble my father, and white fine skin without blemishes and wrinkles. The look of myself at age 20, who looked much younger than before returning, was clearly reflected in the mirror. Again I realized that I was back in the past.

“Wow! My lady is so pretty.”

My exclusive maid, Sasha, looked at my face and said, admiring. At Sasha’s words, I closed my eyes and smiled. Like this, my self-esteem was high when I was in County with my father, but since I got engaged to Damian, my self-esteem has fallen to the ground. My engagement with him for three years was like hell for me. I was just like myself back then, trying to shake my tail to be loved by my owner. I was in those days when I was used by him, but I only craved his love. There is no longer the old me. If it is to protect me and my father, I will thoroughly use others. I looked in the mirror and made a pledge again.

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