The Precious Sister of The Villainous Grand Duke

7  Chapter 7

It's pretty!

'Oh my God, my God, my God!'

Either Lancel didn't even have saliva in his mouth or he was shameless to say anything. It was one of the two that I couldn't distinguish between him because of my poor eyesight.

'You are ugly!'

Lancel's judgment on me was completely wrong.

Or is it because the mind that hates me since the Camille's matters is so big?

The little Anissa Euclid was so pretty that I wonder if there could be another cute and adorable baby in the world.

Was the beauty of this beauty already completed?

The figure was so cute that I wanted to bite the cheek that looks like it would explode into powdered sugar if it was pierced or the pink hair that hasn't yet grown.

'Crazy beauty!!!'

I screamed in my heart and rolled my little feet so when if someone could hear me, they would think that the princess was crazy.

"That!" (Ah! Cute!)

It is also very cute to roll your feet. I was a baby with a pink ear that went from neck to toe very well.

Since it was my first time seeing it in my life, I was able to judge more objectively because I didn't feel that I'm is the baby who was reflected in the mirror.

I've never been in love with a baby in my past life, I don't even like babies.

'If you had YouTubex in this world, you would be able to blow your name with the power of beauty.'

Even though it is still a baby, it was surprising that the eyes was so clear. I smirked my head as I watched the eyes with fine eyelashes.1

'Then the baby in the mirror leans over me. Oh, so you said I were cursed.'

Even though I inherited Euclid's blood, my eyes were red. Reddish eyes are a special feature of northerners, and there are many red eyes among the Lagrange children.

On the other hand, the children of Euclid who had inherited the blood of the South were mostly inside the walls. And there was a custom to believe that the red-eyed children were cursed in the South.

'Somehow, as soon as a human named mother saw my eyes, she's tried to press my face with a pillow.'

'Red Eyes' was one of the best features to be rejected in the South.

Now, I understand why Anissa's biological mother hated a newborn baby who even couldn't speak yet.

'Cursed baby! This baby got a curse! '

I cried sadly, remembering the mother who tried to kill me.

No, it's possible that a baby with red eyes could be born, but what about the opportunity? I wish like that, but my eyes seemed quite shocking to her.

However, my red eyes glowed as if I had been cursed.

"Yeah."

'Oh, pretty, pretty.'

Well, it's okay.

I liked my eyes very much.

Maybe your eyes are red? It's so cute, so it doesn't matter.

I clap and play with myself.

Of course, Dietrich is objectively prettier than Anissa. But since I'm still a baby, I'm several times cuter, so I have to be proud and and only needs to grow bigger.

'Oh, wait!'

Dietrich's face suddenly came to mind, and I remembered the bottle that I was putting in my tights. Fortunately, the milk was warm to body temperature due to the fact that it was attached to my body.

'Because I'm on my way, I need to recharge it.'

"Gulp. Gulp."

Before leaving the hallway, I sucked a sip of milk-twice in fact-and I hurried out of the room.

I couldn't run through my injured hand like last time when I entered the hallway, so I tried walking today.

"Bah…." (It doesn't work.)

However, the hallway was hard to grasp when I walk and the leg strength was a bit short, so I decided to start again from the middle.

I couldn't even get out of the hallway, but a rough breath leaked out.

'Ha, it's so difficult to feed my brother just once.'

However, I was able to reach the withered rose garden soon after.

As expected, Dietrich was sitting near a fountain in the middle of the garden.

'This one is just as pretty as me.'

I approached Dietrich and blinked my eyes slowly.

His shiny dark hair looks so soft that I want to touch it.

"Ppa-heyoo!" (Hello, brother!)

He was sitting on a marble railing and he raised his head when heard my call.

"What."

The fountain was never maintained like all the furniture in the Dahlia Palace. When I got closer, the powder fell from the broken marble and I was short of breath.

"Kee, ppaa!"

Dietrich shook his palm and sat down next to me, trying to avoid the powder.

"Why?"

"Pa!" (brother!)

"What am I doing?"

He fortunately remembered that I was calling himself 'Pa'.

I clamored for the fact that Dietrich didn't avoid me or ignore my words as soon as he saw me.

In fact, there are not many ways that babies express emotions. I have no choice but to laugh when I feel good.

"….. Why are you laughing?"

Dietrich frowned slightly as if he couldn't understand me. I hurriedly pulled the bottle out of my clothes to achieve the purpose of finding him.

"What is this?"

'It's a bottle, don't you have eyes?'

I lifted the bottle with both hands and held it out to him. But Dietrich only looked at me and didn't seem to want to accept it.

"Pa" (eat!)

"So what."

"Papa!"

Eat it!

"Don't mumbling and talk."

'I want to tell you too, man!'

He couldn't understand what I said, so I put down my bottle and knocked my chest.

No, what would you do by giving a bottle? Of course to eat!

"Pa!" (Look Carefully!)

I hit Dietrich's back once and then raised the bottle again.

"Gulp." (It's like this.)

Dietrich seemed to have forgotten because he hadn't had a bottle of milk in a long time. I personally showed him the demonstration and then returned the bottle to Deerich.

"... ha."

"Papa?"

Dietrich wasn't a child dull enough to not understand what I meant.

But why not eat it.

"Are you asking me to eat it?"

"Pa?"

'Yes, that's right! Come on.'

Come on, eat and like me.

Distributing my precious milk was bitter, but I couldn't ignore a boy who was only six years old starving. Besides, I must look very good towards a six-year-old child.

"Pa!" (Eat it fast!)

"No."

Dietrich refused the milk I had waved in front of him.

It might not taste good, but it's better than I thought.

"Ppaaa?"

The sweet and salty taste was okay for a big child to eat. Sweet salt is the truth of all things.

I woke up with the thought that I had to let Dietrich taste the milk.

The boy looked very embarrassed when he walked there. The gray aura, which was so calm without shaking, shook like a reed waving in the wind.

"Pa" (open your mouth.)

"What, why?"

"Papa!" (Bottle enters.)

When I handed over the bottle I held tightly in both hands, the bottle reached Dietrich's mouth.

"I hate it!"

Puck.

Your thoughts will change of you try it once, but Dietrich ended up rejecting my milk. When Dietrich hit my bottle, I fell back.

'Oh!'

The bottle in my hand falls on the floor and rolls.

"Pppa….."

It's a law with sincerity. How hard I was to get here with that bottle! It was a small bottle, but it was a pretty heavy burden for a baby like me to carry.

I think of the long and difficult journey from the room to the garden and my heart is sore that I can't feel my energy.

'Can't you just pretend to eat it?'

What a stubborn child is so stubborn.

"I said I don't want to eat that."

I leaned toward the blown bottle, defying Dietrich's last whisper. The milk bottle on the grass is so terrible, it looks like myself.

'Even weeds need to take care!'

"Hei."

Suddenly, the wounded palm also hurts.

"Hiks."

Don't cry, it's okay!

I held back the tears that were about to rise again and held a bottle with grass and dirt in my arms.

'Yeah, Dietrich couldn't like me to give such a bottle.'

But Dietrich, you should like me so my life could be easier. In fact, I don't know if I should be able to survive in this fearsome family.

'If I knew this, I would read the book a little harder.'

As soon as I went to college in my previous life, I couldn't go even once and died of illness.

The book I read in my hospital room with no one came was 'The Rose Wars of Men'. I couldn't read it carefully because I was sick.

It was a life that cannot be said to be very happy, but the life of being born as Anisa was a little difficult, leaving happiness.

There were too many humans trying to kill me as soon as I was born.

'Or maybe at least give me a way to survive!'

Suddenly, a feeling of homogeneity is felt in the abandoned bottle. However, Dietrich really doesn't like babies who cry.

In a novel, he can blow up a village when a baby is noisy because of crying.

I was afraid that his aura would turn red, so I rolled up my body while holding the bottle.

"Ah."

'Why you call me, bad guy.'

I want to be crouched as a worm as much as possible. I don't want him to see me crying.+

Dietrich pulled my nape.

"Cry?"