[Chapter 146] Bliere's Story (1)

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That night.

Bliere ran away from home.

The timing was terrible.

It was because a relative, whom she casually called "uncle," had slipped on the wet road after drinking and took out his anger on Bliere.

Bliere, who was about to take a few hits, couldn't bear the relentless violence that day and destroyed him.

And she stole money from his pocket and ran away.

"Ronta. Go to the Pireta estate in the east of Ronta."

It was pouring rain.

Bliere changed cheap public carriages several times, and as she got closer to Ronta, she compulsively bought newspapers.

'How can a person be so similar?'

Touching her hair, which she had dyed black with Lotsi's help because of her striking blonde hair, Bliere trembled.

A portrait of a beautifully drawn man, next to a beautifully drawn girl with a bright smile.

She was dressed almost exactly like the clothes she was wearing, and it was difficult to find any differences in her smiling lips or eye color. No, they were exactly the same.

It was a different atmosphere from herself who had seen all sorts of hardships and lived like a wild child, but it was definitely true.

"Adrienne... Pireta."

Her mother's workplace. The eastern Pireta of Ronta.

She knew she was working as a nanny for a noble family, but what was the probability that the noble family was the great Pireta family that dominated the east?

And what if...

What if the girl who looked exactly like her, the young lady that her mother, Olivia, was serving as a nanny for?

It was the first time she had come to Elacon since always sending letters through the messenger service.

The money she had stolen from her uncle was already gone, and Bliere was exhausted.

The relentless rain didn't stop even when she reached the Pireta estate. It had been several days, so Olivia must have already known about her escape.

Bliere quickened her pace to arrive at Olivia's house before she was found.

The house, which was too small to be called a mansion, was familiar to her because she had a very vague memory of her childhood.

In the middle of the night, she broke into the place.

Bliere watched as Olivia frantically packed her things. It was clear she was trying to find her.

Olivia, who had just noticed the intruder in the house without any guards, gasped.

"Mom."

"B, Bliere? Is it Bliere?"

"Who is Adrienne Pireta?"

The newspaper she had been hugging fell to the floor.

The rain-soaked newspaper stuck to her dirty shoes, making a squelching sound.

"Who... am I?"

There were no excuses.

Olivia, her mother, or rather, the nanny she thought she was, burst into tears like a dam that had burst.

And she poured out unbelievable truths with a face wetter than her own, piercing through the pouring rain.

Her head was spinning.

And her heart was boiling with resentment.

Growing up without a father and separated from her mother, Bliere had endured hardship and abuse from her relatives, and she was accustomed to anger from fighting.

But never in my life had I felt such intense emotions.

"...How did I live."

"Miss Bliere. It's all, it's all my fault."

It was so strange for her mother to be so formal with her. Bliere shook her head, tears streaming down her face.

"How did I live to protect myself in that place without parents..."

When the pain from constant abuse reached its peak.

Struggling to protect herself, her magic manifested. She sought out Lotsi and begged for his help to quell the pain that felt like her heart was on fire.

Since using magic on ordinary people would mean he would never help her again, Bliere also learned dagger techniques from Lotsi.

Olivia, shocked by Bliere's barrage of resentment, approached her to embrace her.

"Why didn't you tell me, why didn't you..."

"What am I supposed to tell a mother who doesn't even know her daughter's clothes size while she's busy playing the role of Adrienne's mother?"

While Adrienne Pireta enjoyed campus life, mingling with friends at the academy, and inviting merchants to her house to choose jewels or flowers.

I searched for mana stone mines for Lotsi's research.

And when I needed money, I would climb over other people's walls and steal roses until my hands were torn.

But...

"I'm not supposed to live like that, am I?"

Bliere's eyes, wet with either rain or tears, distorted wildly. Her eyes, like a wounded young animal, began to glow darkly.

"These clothes you sent me... they must be that girl's clothes, right?"

All the fancy clothes she had worn should have been hers.

Adrienne's hand-me-downs!

"Damn it..."

No good words could come out of Bliere's mouth, which was already rough from living.

In fact, Bliere knew.

Olivia wasn't originally from a very wealthy noble family.

The reason Bliere didn't starve by clinging to her relatives was thanks to the living expenses that Olivia had sent to the relatives she had entrusted Bliere to.

Even though they were dresses and jewelry that Adrienne had outgrown, they were precious things that Bliere could never dare to touch if they were flat. It was enough to lengthen the short sleeves or short skirts.

But that day, her sorrow exploded.

Her sadness and betrayal were greater than Olivia's affection, who wanted to give Bliere what Adrienne had enjoyed, so she didn't know where to direct her anger.

She was so envious and hated Adrienne, who looked exactly like her, with the same eyes, but had grown up seeing different things, that she felt like she was going crazy.

"Don't look for me."

"Miss Bliere!"

"Don't call me Miss Bliere, damn it, please!"

Bliere shouted at the top of her lungs, filled with betrayal and anger.

"Take it all out on me. But please, please..."

Olivia, who had run to stop Bliere from rushing out of the house, grabbed her clothes tightly and said.

"Please don't go to the Duke of Pireta or the mansion. Don't cause trouble here... They will definitely, definitely kill you. It's my first and last request. Please..."

Bang-!

A thunderclap as loud as piercing through the house struck. Just like the day the twin with a different fate was born.

Bliere finally scanned the old house with her eyes.

The leaky ceiling.

Olivia's simple clothes.

No matter how much she worked as a nanny for a great noble family, there was nothing left after sending money to support more than 10 mouths.

'I'm so stupid.'

She didn't know if she was saying that to herself who had lived so stupidly, or to Olivia who lived alone in an old house and listened to such complaints from her.

"...Don't look for me."

"Miss Bliere. Miss Bliere! Please, please don't go back to Pireta! Contact me wherever you are. It's okay, someday... someday..."

"Why would I go there when they're going to kill me right away? Stop being sentimental and don't send me any more living expenses to Elacon. I'm not going to live there anymore."

Bliere opened the door of the house. A gust of wind swept into the small house.

Olivia tried to grab Bliere with trembling hands, but Bliere turned away.

"...I'll contact you. Don't worry."

Barely swallowing her anger that was about to burst, Bliere ran back into the rain.

It was nighttime, but she could catch the last carriage to enter the village beyond the border.

She went to a shop that was about to close and exchanged the shabby and unattractive dress she had brought with her for Adrienne's.

The new dress fit perfectly without the need to be lengthened.

Bliere tore the dress she had brought with her that day with scissors.

"No matter how crappy and shabby the clothes are..."

As the heavy rain pounded against the window, she muttered with a tear-stained face.

"I want something new."

Bliere shed tears of sorrow as she cut the lace and frills with sharp scissors.

"I'll never wear anything old again, damn it."

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Bliere returned to Elacon and went straight to Lotsi's hut.

"You ran away like that on a rainy day. What happened at home? Your relatives are causing a commotion, searching for you all over the town."

"They're only looking for me now that they've lost their meal ticket. And they're not my relatives anymore."

The only consolation was that she wasn't related to those kinds of people by blood.

Lotsi looked strangely at Bliere, who was wearing shabby clothes instead of the fancy ones her mother always sent her.

"I'm going to live with you, Master."

"What?"

"You said you were going around looking for abandoned mines, right? I also have to find the records you wrote a long time ago. I'll help you with that."

"How can you help? I couldn't find it either. I'm sure the records are in a place where ordinary people can't easily go, even if it's not a mine."

"Somehow. Can't I find a clue while I'm alive?"

Lotsi accepted Bliere without much resistance.

Although he had always been annoyed by her, he was also relieved to have a walking magic bomb with him rather than leaving her behind. And since she was good at wandering around, she would definitely be useful.

Although he had stayed in this small forest for a long time because of Bliere, Lotsi was originally a person who wandered around looking for records and mines, so they began to wander together.

Around that time, Bliere was stealing pieces of mana stones while doing odd jobs at the mine.

The mine, located near the border of Ronta, had only been discovered recently and had not yet been reached by Elacon's management.

Bliere secretly sold or handed over the leftover pieces of mana stones that were processed there to Lotsi, planning for her future.

They said if she went to the Pireta estate, she would die? Then why couldn't she meet her father, whoever he was, somewhere other than the Pireta estate?

The shabby clothes, even though they were new, were a difficult insult for Bliere, who had always worn the best clothes from childhood.

About two months after Adrienne Pireta became a duchess and lived in luxury,

That day was the day when a meeting that would shake Bliere's life occurred.

A man who was an old customer of the mine where Bliere worked appeared.

On the day when the mine owner ordered her to serve tea and snacks, saying that a precious person had come directly from Ronta, Bliere glanced at the unusual man and felt like she was going to suffocate.

'Noebian Trovika!'

In the newspaper she had been staring at every day.

Perhaps, maybe he could have been her husband.

The husband of Adrienne, who had taken her place, was right in front of her.

And the important thing was.

Even though she had dyed her hair black as usual, and even though she was dressed in much shabbier clothes than before.

His face, as stunned as if he had forgotten to breathe, clearly revealed that he had recognized her resemblance.

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