Chapter 193: 89.2

“I did? Someone else must have told you that.”

“Oh, I’m real anyway, Dad! That bead is weird. If not… If not…”

It was only then when Harris, who had been saying anything in embarrassment, made eye contact with me.

“It’s because she’s here! Yes, that’s why!”

Harris, who was screaming, pointed a finger at me as soon as she was released from the hands of the knights.

“It’s because she used weird magic. You did something weird in the forest last time. It’s because of her strange power. So that’s why! It weirdly changed, too! I’m real! Everyone else said I’m real! It’s true!”

Lexit, who had been vainly looking at the bead and Harris, hurriedly spat out at her words.

“Father, she has a strange power!”
“What did I do?”

All of a sudden, everyone’s eyes fell on me because of the uproar. Cecilia turned hurriedly, as if to protect me.

But I straightened my shoulders towards them.
“I didn’t do anything!”
“No! My dad was possessed by her too. That’s what it is! My dad, who was kind to me, wouldn’t suddenly be so bad.”

Then she ran to my father and clung to his feet.

“Dad, look at me! My dad must have been possessed by her. You can’t do this! Yjos os a;; a ;oe. What a strange thing she did!”

“So, Harris, you mean the ancient artifact created by a wizard from long ago to find his bloodline in the Imperial family is fake, and Bebe manipulated it?”
“Hey, that could be fake too! It doesn’t make sense to find something that was lost overnight”

“Yeah, it was hidden so I can’t find it quickly, is that so?”

“Ah, I hid it really well… oh…”

Harris, who had just spat out a thought that my father was on her side, quickly hardened.”

“No… Daddy, just…”

“So you were hiding it. It’s not that I found it under the swing of your garden you frequently used.”

“Ah, no… that’s because I was framed…”

“The fact that you hid it… would you reveal yourself that you don’t have the blood of the Grand Duke?”

“Oh, no! You have to believe me, Dad. I’ve lived you longer. Do you trust and choose her?!”

It was not an understatement to say that there was no business in insisting. Dad took a deep breath and shook his head.

“It’s not about believing and choosing Bebe. I believe in what I think and follow it. It’s Harris, and the results tell us. You’re not my daughter.”

“No!”

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At that time…

“Father, what’s going on?”

I heard a woman’s voice from behind me for the first time. I turned my head in a hurry.

With her blue hair tied up, she walked past me with a sharp look and approached Harris and Dad.

Then she took Harris in her arms.

“Aster.”

“Why is my sister crying?”

‘If it’s Aster, is it her first suster?’
I only heard her name, but it was the first time seeing her in person. With a cold impression, she was only kind to Harris.

“Sister… Sister… My dad… My dad…”

Before I knew it, there were tears in her eyes.

“Because she’s a fake. It turns out Harris is a fake.”

“…You’re saying Harris is a fake?”
“Yes, and Aster, why are you here? Without a message?”

“I got a quick message yesterday. I thought I had to come back right away. I thought you sent it, but I guess you didn’t?”

“It seems that someone is playing a joke. In any case, put the child down. She’s not your sister.”

At those words, Aster looked at Harris for a long time. As if she had been wrongly accused, Harris buried her head in her shoulder with tears streaming down her cheeks.

Then she slightly turned her head toward me and gritted her teeth. She even threatened she wouldn’t let me off with her mouth. It was as if she mouthed, ‘I’m going to kill you’. It’s not like it was the first time.

Cecilia, who was nervous about what might happen to me, didn’t see what happened.

Well, that was not why I was scared of that kind of behavior.

I patted Cecilia next to me and sneakily nudged my chin towards Harris.

“It’s absurd that she’s not my sister, Father. Didn’t you ever say she was like me when I was younger? Besides, is it okay to make a child cry like this, no matter what?”

Before I knew it, Allen, my colt brother who approached me, opened his mouth.

“Sister, she’s not crying. She was threatening Bebe just now.”