Sierra stopped before she could leave the room. She realized she shouldn't rush outside immediately. First, she needed to create a detection medicine to find her sister and send a letter to Abel. First, I need a medicine to identify a person's traces. Every person possesses a unique mana wave. Great Archmages like Amille, leave particularly large waves. She usually erased her tracks, but Sierra had been near her since childhood. She could recognize even the faintest whisper o

Her jaw dropped at the sheer absurdity. No words escaped her lips. Several suspicious factors crossed her mind, but one stood above the rest. These doctors—no, these hacks—must be quacks. Sierra scanned the room. Everyone except her placed absolute trust in the test kit's results. She cleared her throat and spoke with a stutter. [Sierra] "So......" All eyes fixed on her moving lips. They waited for her next words with the reverence of cardinals listening to a high priest. Eve

Sierra swallowed hard as she walked down the hallway toward the doctors' annex. Her excitement grew at the thought that this might be her last time seeing the grand Ideos mansion. She took in the high towers, the expensive marble floors, and the tapestries keeping out the chill. Even the old, well-kept art pieces stood as a reminder of the wealth here. [Sierra] "I won't forget this." The Head Maid looked at Sierra with a curious expression. [Lexel] "Forget what, Lady Sierra?"

Sierra wondered why the Head Maid looked so happy. She shook her head and answered. [Sierra] "No, what is it?" [Lexel] "Well......" The Head Maid hesitated before the words tumbled out. [Lexel] "I heard the paternity test results will be ready tomorrow. Since you were heading to the doctors' annex, I thought you already knew......" [Sierra] "Really?" She clasped her hands and shouted dramatically. [Sierra] "That is the best news I have heard lately!" Perfect. If things go wel

[Mazi] “It must be here.” Mazi's magic finally led them to the library. While the capital possessed a massive Imperial Library, the library within the palace was smaller and exceptionally beautiful. The ceiling painting stood out most of all. Over thirty court painters had worked across three generations, starting from the reign of Raquelman II, to finish it. It was a masterpiece, but few people noticed it daily. Most avoided looking up for too long, as the height strained th

[Mazi] “It must be here.” Mazi's magic finally led them to the library. While the capital possessed a massive Imperial Library, the library within the palace was smaller and exceptionally beautiful. The ceiling painting stood out most of all. Over thirty court painters had worked across three generations, starting from the reign of Raquelman II, to finish it. It was a masterpiece, but few people noticed it daily. Most avoided looking up for too long, as the height strained th

She was a clever child, quick to catch the vibrant energy and sharp glares around her. [Hanael] "Why are you looking at me like that?" She puffed out her cheeks and prepared to point a finger. Just then, a woman in a maid's uniform rushed forward, calling her name. [Maid] "Little Miss!" [Hanael] "Oh!" [Maid] "I worried so much when I thought you had disappeared......!" [Hanael] "Really? You did?" [Maid] "Of course!" She waved her arms vigorously at Ezel to say goodbye. [Hanae

[Sierra] "I must disagree with your opinion regarding the difference in status." Her expression turned cold. [Sierra] "The late Emperor himself established the strict divide between nobles and commoners." Macbeth studied Sierra's sincere face and raised an eyebrow. I thought she would like hearing that. Macbeth's disappointment grew. She asked in a trembling voice. [Macbeth] "Do you... lack feelings for His Grace?" Macbeth stared with narrowed eyes, as if she had never consid

High society recognized Cassius' face only as a biting winter wind or a cold, empty void. Now, everything changed. He gazed at the woman before him with a face full of tenderness while leading her in a dance. Shock gripped every noble in the room. Their tongues itched to gossip, but fear kept them silent. They merely exchanged frantic glances, swallowing their words. One thing remained clear: Duke Ideos cherished this commoner—now a minor noble—beyond all measure. The orchest

The Head Maid babbled for a long time, insisting that Cassius and Lady Macbeth shared no connection, before she slammed the door and hurried away. There was no need for such panic. Even if Cassius and Lady Macbeth shared a past, it wouldn't upset me. Sierra's life always remained calm, and she cherished that peace. She once hungered for success, but that was the extent of her ambition. She shook her head. I have no use for unexpected storms in my life. Sierra leaned deeper in

[Cassius] "Your hand." She looked up at him. His earlobes glowed a faint red, but his gaze remained steady and direct. His eyes, dark with a bluish tint, reminded her of a desert night. [Sierra] "Should I just move however I want?" [Cassius] "Yes. Usually, we move to the music, but I will teach you the basic steps first." She tried to act indifferent, but tension gripped her. She was about to hold his hand, dance with him, and be held in his arms. Just as she flinched, Cassiu

Cassius watched Sierra and reflected on her past. Thinking of her raising a child alone without a single friend made his chest tighten. Sierra was so lively back at the Academy. During their school days, she had many friends. He remembered her meeting a friend named Rina and how kindly she had treated him as well. Sierra always spoke with such honesty that everyone admired her. But things changed. Perhaps the struggle of raising a child in the countryside hardened her heart,

Vulnerable to temptation, Sierra nearly succumbed to Cassius. However, she shook her head. The people in this manor, including Cassius, treated her well for one reason: Hanael. They believed the child belonged to their rare and precious bloodline. The staff, the Grand Madam, and perhaps even Cassius shared this delusion. Don't give in, Sierra. She firmly locked the doors to her heart. He might like me for a moment, but feelings are fleeting. Love between a commoner and a nobl

[Kilo] "Looking at the color, is it cobalt blue? It looks like they are related." The twins added their thoughts from the side. [Hentel] "No, don't say such things so easily. We haven't reached a firm conclusion yet." [Lanya] "Yes. For now, we will remain silent...... We must research this further." Hentel sighed while looking down at the magic orb. It isn't certain yet, but the probability of a blood relation is high. What if Hanael was not the biological daughter of Sierra

Exactly one week passed. As the Princess intended, rumors flooded the salons. Beyond the existing gossip about Sierra, specific details about her appearance—blonde hair and green eyes—spread like wildfire. Strange stories claimed a haughty commoner would soon enter the salons as the Duke of Ideos' wicked mistress. The Princess expected everyone to hear that the commoner Sierra would attend every party. However....... A subordinate appeared before the Princess while she enjoye

[Maid] "She suffers from a lack of energy, frequent fainting, stress, burning heartburn, pain, and sudden spikes in heart rate......." The maid listed the symptoms of her mistress, Andante, while carefully omitting the fact that the Marchioness was terminally ill. The twin doctors diligently recorded every symptom. They resolved to find a way to treat these conditions properly. ****** After receiving the Grand Madam's order to treat Andante, the twins stepped outside. The pro