How to Be a Dark Hero’s Daughter

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The carriage rattled on.

Leticia, unconscious, sat opposite Siebel in the carriage, almost reclining against the wall of the carriage with her cheek resting on it.

“So, the three kisses are done?”

The magic known as the most powerful of the white wizards. With three contacts with a person, you can control that person.

It was said that only Duke Kondan, the head of the white wizards long ago, could use this magic.

Nigel murmured.

“Let’s see, what number was Walter? The 50th?”

“Perhaps?”

“Didn’t we plan to complete 100 and make her the 100th slave? It’s quite monumental.”

“She will be the last.”

Nigel sighed deeply.

“So what happens now?”

“We have to work harder than other kids.”

“How so?”

Siebel didn’t answer.

At the northernmost end, there’s a lake covered in fog all year round. It’s rumored that a fairy lives in the center of that lake.

“Thanks to the rumor of a fairy that harms humans, nobody approaches it, right?”

Nigel muttered under her breath. She got off the carriage.

“No one would ever imagine. That here lies the last estate of the white wizard, a forgotten castle.”

Creak, creak.

The boat moved. The castle, decorated with the money Siebel stole from his sponsors and clients, was revealed.

It was a beautiful, small castle on a small island in the mist-covered, densely vegetated lake, beyond anyone’s imagination.

Interestingly, only around the castle was the fog cleared, and sunlight seeped in.

Holding Leticia, Siebel stepped confidently into the castle. Servant girls, almost silent, quickly approached and opened the front door.

“We have a guest. Treat her well. Lead her to the room we prepared.”

“Yes.”

The maids nodded respectfully.

The place where the maids led Siebel was a massive greenhouse on the second floor. In the middle of the greenhouse, there was an area decorated with luxurious furniture.

“Huh, when did you prepare all of this?”

“We must treat our esteemed guest well.”

Nigel stared in awe at the glass greenhouse. Or more precisely, a glass prison.

“Show me around quickly. Is it true she’s hypnotized?”

“Tsk, as I said, I’ve put in effort.”

Siebel carefully seated Leticia in a big chair in the center of the greenhouse.

“As soon as she opens her eyes, the process will begin.”

“Process?”

Siebel chuckled, then tapped Leticia’s cheek.

‘Where am I?’

Leticia slightly lifted her head, leaning back in a plush chair.

‘My head hurts.’

What was I doing, and where…?

“Leticia, you shouldn’t fall asleep during counseling.”

At the sound of a soft voice, Leticia half-opened her eyes.

“Counseling?”

A vague memory came into focus.

“That’s right, counseling.”

Did I… receive such a thing? But looking at something swaying before her eyes, it seemed plausible.

‘It feels like I did…’

Right. I did have such an experience.

“People around you recommended it. For your sake.”

She blinked slowly.

‘Why is everyone making a fuss about me receiving this?’

Leticia bit her lip.

“So.”

The man began.

“Do you want to be a good girl for your Dad?”

Siebel asked Leticia.

She nodded, her eyes half-closed, responding while in a trance.

“Yes.”

Leticia believes she’s currently in counseling.

And she’s about to spill her heart out.

‘The more detailed the story, the better.’

This way, Siebel can precisely control Leticia’s heart.

“So, you love Cedric, admire Collen but fear him, and want to be a strength to Jade. Truly, you’re such a good girl, Leticia.”

Siebel whispered, lifting Leticia’s chin.

“Now, when you open your eyes, everything will be different. You’ll be at ease.”

Click.

The lid of the music box was lifted.

A gentle tune started to play from the music box.

* * *

I slowly opened my eyes.

Blinding sunlight poured in.

Soft chirping birds. And a gentle breeze coming through the skylight.

The sun must be unusually strong today.

I’m sitting in the center of a greenhouse made of glass. I saw a tall mirror next to my chair.

“What has changed?”

I stood in front of the mirror to see myself. I was dressed in a meticulously crafted black dress. My hair and nails were well-maintained.

Both sides of my head were tied with fluttering black ribbons. The ribbons and chest decorations were all a deep red color. Silver butterfly ornaments made of real silver were on the hem.

I took another look at myself in the mirror across the room.

I looked around.

Prison.

The glass greenhouse was warm.

Stretching, I stood up from the chair.

As I moved, a butterfly flew up from beyond the glass wall.

Creak.

The door opened.

Step, step. Footsteps echoed. A smile crept onto my lips.