How to Be a Dark Hero’s Daughter

‘Is this some kind of fair hero?’

This is a slightly strange hero, but nonetheless.

The villain who kills the villains. Serial killer who kills serial killers. A weapon of the royal family. This is Collen de Lewellton.

Now I know a thing or two about this world. Outside these walls, there are many people wanting Collen to die.

‘If I stayed on the street forgotten by all, it would be difficult for me to survive.’

Whichever way you look at it, it’s more likely that the killer’s stepdaughter, who has blood on his hands, will survive, and not a street beggar. 

Knock-knock.

‘Who is this?’

I was surprised.

“Excuse me, young lady.”

They were the maids. They opened the door and entered.

“Sorry. Did I surprise you?”

I shook my head as I plunged into the water.

Looking into their basket, I realized for the first time that there are so many bath accessories in this world.

Various types of washcloths and motley soaps.

“Lady, please tell me if you are sick with anything.”

I opened my eyes and nodded.

Suddenly my body looked like some kind of flower garden. Because it smelled of different types of soap. The bath water was all black.

I was so ashamed.

“I’m sorry…”

“You can just fill the bath with new water. Now get up.”

Finally, the maids came out, before that, from head to toe, wrapping me in an extremely thick and soft cloth.

‘Can I wipe my body with such a soft cloth?’

I felt sorry for her, but I touched the fabric with my fingertips. The maids, meanwhile, were busy here and there.

“Phew, I found the dress that Marianne wore as a child.”

The maid brought me a flabby dress with white lace.

“Wow! It’s so soft. It’s like the clothes of an angel.”

After changing my clothes, they gently dried my hair with a towel and then combed it.

My hands and feet were gently rubbed with oil. Then the maids cut my nails.

“Oh, you have such beautiful wrists. You are still so young and your skin is so delicate.”

The maids were proud of their work.

I felt like in the mirror I saw another person.

‘Uh? Pretty?’

I couldn’t take my eyes off the mirror.

…Was my hair that soft? Was my skin so white? Even my green eyes looked different now.

“Oh, young lady. You can go out now. It’s time for lunch.”

I was amazed at these words.

Passing through the powder room adjacent to the bathroom, I opened that blue door. On the silky wall were paintings of different colors and portraits of women in dresses.

But, looking at the table, I completely forgot about everything else.

Gulp.

‘Wow! It’s a fruit pie! There’s also meat.’

Orange pie, strawberry pie. Whole chicken baked with beef and honey.

Still steaming soup. Five types of bread. Salad with a bunch of fruits and vegetables. Even colorful puddings.

When I saw a table full of food, I began to salivate.

I climbed into a high chair. My feet stepped on something soft.

‘Looks delicious.’

Come to think of it, until I came here, I hardly ate for several days because I was sick.

Growl.

I hugged my hungry stomach and barely waited for everyone. But 10 minutes, 20 minutes. After waiting for a long time, no one came. But nobody showed up.

‘…Can I eat a little?’

I raise the warm bread in front of me.

‘Yummy…’

Before my death, my illness was so severe that I lost all appetite.

This is the most delicious food I’ve eaten in all my years.

The bread melted in my mouth and the meat was so soft. The strawberry pie was sweet. The intense sweetness I tasted for the first time was like a drug.

With a chicken leg in one hand and strawberry pie in the other…

“Huh…”

Tears came to my eyes from such delicious food. However, at that moment I felt that I was being watched.

‘Uh…?’

It was Jade.

I didn’t know at what moment he came.