How to Be a Dark Hero’s Daughter

“There’s a story about my lady in the newspaper.”

My face turned red as I read the newspaper.

[The genius princess of the Duke’s family, Remarkable Achievements.]

[Following the case of royal incidents, she resolves the hostage drama at the exhibition.]

[Countess Bartoli expresses gratitude to the princess with tears after retrieving stolen jewels.]

“This article makes it seem like I’ve solved everything. It’s exaggerated.”

“In the end, it was the warehouse keeper named Charon who intercepted the jewels, so it’s correct to say that you resolved it. Besides, didn’t the countess get the jewels back because he confessed to the place where he stole the jewels? You did a great job.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes. Furthermore, Countess Bartoli keeps contacting, saying she wants to repay the favor.”

Zion, who handed me the newspaper, smiled.

“By the way, there are plenty of thank-you letters as well. They seem to be from the families of the people who were held hostage. They express their gratitude to you. They promise to repay this favor to the princess.”

I recalled the men and women who were held captive with me. Lira and Will. They were indeed high-ranking nobles.

“The family’s glory will be elevated as well. Your diplomatic skills are impressive.”

I guess I’m playing the role of an outstanding princess. This time, I can shrug my shoulders with satisfaction.

But Zion’s expression became strange.

“What’s wrong, Zion?”

“I hope young master Jade, who is at the Mage Tower, doesn’t see this. If he finds out that you were in such danger when he wasn’t around…”

I had a thought that Jade might burst out of the Mage Tower.

“When brother Jade comes, we can go see the exhibition together.”

The exhibition came to mind. By the way, what happened to the painting by the palace artist, Luton?

* * *

[Title: Portrait of My Daughter]

-Look at my angelic daughter.

-The reason why my daughter is the model for this painting is not because she has a tragic story or because I lost her.

-I simply exhibited my daughter because she is incredibly intelligent, lovely, cute, outstanding, and beautiful. So please take a look.

I looked at the bright painting by Luton displayed across the Crystal Fountain Hall af the fairgrounds.

“Is that the famous genius princess of the duchy?”

“She’s smaller than I thought.”

“Is she the girl mentioned in the newspaper article?”

And even people who were buzzing around the painting.

“Dad… what is this?”

“Oh, it’s because that guy Luton dared to paint your portrait without permission, so I confiscated this painting.”

So he took it away in the end? The words reached the back of my throat.

“If I’m going to exhibit the painting anyway, it should have been in the most prominent place. Because that’s my family’s child.”

“…”

“I also changed the title to something I like.”

“But the face in the painting doesn’t resemble me at all.”

Did he fix it again?

“Of course. If it really looked like you, would I have exhibited it? I just asked him to capture the feeling. I don’t want my daughter’s face to be sold everywhere,” Collen replied nonchalantly.

So he just wanted to boast about having a daughter? I swallowed the rising doubt.

Well, that could be it.

That person is Collen. He’s a person who does things his own way, but I can’t help it. My Dad.

* * *

“Kien, what is this?!”

The assigned priest who had been ‘raising’ Kien since childhood trembled in fear. The Thieves’ Cult, the sect of the Thieves God.

The underground location deep in the desert was already in ruins.

“Come to think of it, why should I go back to the hive or die again? I thought it was the right thing to do since you all followed me like obedient little chicks, but I realized it’s not.”

Kien said, holding a blood-stained sword.

“You traitors, not only did you produce a betrayer, but you also failed your mission. How dare you show your face to me? Ugh!”

“Enough with the noise. I didn’t know you all were so weak, so now I am the ruler. Now that I have something I truly desire, I must grow stronger.”

The highest-ranking priest let out a final scream. As Kien climbed to the top position of the sect, he smirked. It was the birth of the sixteen-years-old leader of the sect.

* * *

‘Indeed, Leticia has a keen sense.’

Siebel chuckled while riding in the carriage. It was a fleeting moment, which made him feel dizzy.

He was reminiscing about the situation when he met Leticia face-to-face in the investigation room.

“Who are you, sir?”

Leticia said.

In a dark underground passage, they only briefly encountered each other, yet she remembered him.

He had left his first mark on her forehead, known as the kiss of the White Wizard. But as soon as Siebel and Leticia faced each other in the darkness, she immediately remembered.