How to Be a Dark Hero’s Daughter

“It doesn’t seem like a case I need to be involved in. I’m not a royal bloodhound.”

Ah, right.

‘This case would be useless to my father, who has no murderers to find.’

Thieves weren’t Collen’s specialty. His prey was killers.

‘I was getting curious, though.’

Something felt off. I felt a pang of regret and a fluttery feeling.

‘Why am I feeling like this?’

This case had nothing to do with me.

‘But… I also want to know the hidden truth….’

When I hesitated to leave, Collen asked me.

“Why, did you notice something?”

“Just… it seems like an interesting case. But I don’t know just from this. Maybe if I investigate more.”

“If they are bold enough to commit theft like this, it’s obvious who the suspects are. There aren’t many candidates. But it’s not under my jurisdiction after all.”

Candidates?

‘Are famous thieves predetermined to commit such acts?’

I tilted my head in confusion.

But Collen’s face had already lost interest. A face that seemed like he wouldn’t tell me even if I asked.

“Let’s go home.”

I took Collen’s hand without revealing anything.

‘Huh?’

That was the moment. Another mysterious vision began. It had been a year.

‘What’s this?’

I doubted my eyes.

No matter how many times I blinked, I couldn’t believe the scene that unfolded before me.

‘A desert?’

A desert spread out before me.

Dawn. A person wearing a long cloak was walking as dawn broke. 

‘A boy?’

A body that looks like it hasn’t grown yet

It was a boy with a still-developing physique and a tall stature. The hood of the cloak was lowered, revealing his face.

‘Who is he?’

A boy with brown skin and red hair. He had a cool and handsome facial structure.

‘With sandy-colored eyes…?’

As I slapped the boy’s cheek, the sandstorm began to blow. He just stood there.

<Kien. You are the most excellent child in our religion. Although you are young, I entrust you with a ‘group’. The subordinates belonging to this group are your brothers, and they are connected by something thicker than blood. And here, take the relic of our religion.>

<Is this it?>

The boy called Kien received something. It wasn’t clear what it was.

<You and your subordinates. If even one of you betrays each other, everyone must die. You may not know each other’s faces or voices, but remember that not betraying your fellow is the most important belief of our religion.>

<What if we break that rule?>

<Then we should return to the hive.>

The boy’s rebellious gaze softened.

<Ah, the hive. Are you telling me to go back to prison? To a small room in a narrow tunnel with only faint light?>

<That tunnel has kept you safe.>

<So what do I do now?>

<Steal everything in the world. That’s your destiny. Take everything away. In the name of our god, the god who protects thieves.>

Kien? Who is this kid anyway? I opened my eyes wide.

‘What the hell is this?’

Wait, a thief? Oh? Then… I saw the Countess’s mansion. Could it be what I saw was…

“Leticia?”

I suddenly came to my senses at Collen’s call.

“Yes, yes?”

“We have to go home.”

I finally realized my situation.

I stood blankly in Countess Bartoli’s warehouse. Even the butler was looking at me curiously. I shook my head.

“Why are you like this? Are you feeling sick?”

“It’s nothing.”

Even as I answered, all I could think of was that fantasy.

‘Something was different…’

It was different from the fantasies I had seen before.

It was more specific… Oh, come to think of it, it was the same in the palace.

But this wasn’t a memory from my past life. I had only just begun reading the book…

‘What on earth is it? Why do I keep seeing these fantasies?’