Layla Camel.

What kind of woman was she?

The only daughter of Count Camel’s family, a woman whose entire life had been filled with love. She was as good at giving love as she was at receiving it, which was why she could not let go of Vincent even while having a perfectly good husband.

On top of that, countless young men had gone to the battlefield, bewitched by her tears. Ah, what a sinful woman.

Adele silently and freely cursed the actions of the two leads of this world, who had been anything but decent.

After cursing for quite some time.

Adele, feeling refreshed, smiled pleasantly and looked up at Rohide again.

She had nearly forgotten, but the reason she had come here was for revenge.

Before her regression, she had been worked to the bone and had even died on the battlefield.

Adele had been granted the surname “Grey” and had even come to possess a fertile domain, but the number of days she had actually lived in that domain had not even reached a month.

She had been constantly in and out of the palace preparing for the war and had been sent straight to the front lines.

So this revenge was entirely justified.

Perhaps threatening him, just as she had done when she first met Vincent, would be enough to satisfy her.

Adele began to think about what form of revenge would be most worthwhile. How could she torment him in a way that would be talked about?

It was at that moment that Rohide’s voice reached her.

“Who are you? Why are you here?”

He seemed to be trying to sound dignified, but his voice was quite cheerful. Perhaps because he was young, his sentences were also a little longer than usual.

Adele let out a small sound of admiration and smiled.

“What does it matter to you?”

Good. Perfect.

Would she have been able to speak this impudently in the old days? Adele was overjoyed at her own answer and forcibly suppressed her excitement.

Rohide, contrary to her expectations, showed no sign of being angered.

Could it be that this one also had a different personality in childhood, like Vincent? Adele checked Rohide’s face and immediately shook her head. The eyes of this young prince were quite sharp.

Those were the eyes of people who had little human emotion inside them and knew only themselves. Even on the battlefield, it was always those with eyes like these who caused trouble.

To think he already had such murky, clouded eyes at this young age.

Rohide, completely unaware of what Adele was thinking, licked his lips with interest.

Naturally, Adele, seeing that, scrunched her face in displeasure. What kind of behavior was that? Was he licking milk off his lips? What a slovenly thing to do in front of someone.

Adult Rohide had never done that, but the young prince was quite an uncouth creature.

Rohide spoke his next words in an arrogant tone that contrasted with his light voice.

“It seems you don’t know who I am. Don’t you want to find out? What position this person before you holds in the kingdom.”

It was a truly cowardly and petty *buse of power.

Adele knew very well what happened to those who defied the king. For a moment, a cold sensation passed through her neck.

Rohide would not have said that without thinking either. He was too intelligent to claim he did not know that a person’s life could hang on his every gesture.

Adult Rohide used to deliberately provoke people and then pretend not to notice while watching their reactions. There was no reason his character would be any different in childhood.

Of course, women had loved even this side of him. She had absolutely no idea why.

Adele opened her eyes wide. Backing down here would mean losing.

“Tsk, is that all you have to show for yourself?”

Adele’s heart pounded hard after saying that.

Had there ever been a time in her life when she had answered a king like this? Adele had always badmouthed him in her heart, but had never once let it out of her mouth.

She had no choice but to steel herself and think of all this as training.

Fortunately, Rohide was still only ten years old.

No matter how clever he was, he was a young child.

Rohide nodded without showing any sign of displeasure. He seemed to agree with Adele’s words to some extent.

She briefly thought he might be more mature than she had judged.

But only briefly.

Adele noticed the peculiar gleam in the eyes looking down at her and let out a sigh. He looked exactly like a cat full of ideas for toying with a mouse.

As expected. Wretched. Odious. Vicious.

Adele added vicious to her assessment of Rohide and felt satisfied.

At that moment.

“I am sorry to have kept you waiting. My son will be here shortly……”

Duke Rogato, with an uncharacteristically pleasant smile, threw the door open.

Then he spotted Adele and clamped his mouth shut.

What on earth is that now.

Duke Usder Rogato tilted his head at the sight of the little one who seemed familiar from somewhere.

And then again, that chilling pain flashing through the back of his head. No matter how he looked at her, she did not appear to be a child of noble birth, so why did he feel such fear?

The duke unconsciously touched the back of his neck.

“Duke Rogato. I hope you have been well.”

It was Rohide’s voice that brought him back to his senses.

“Ah, yes. I have been quite well.”

“The estate is truly beautiful. I am most grateful that you so graciously permitted my visit.”

At the polite greeting from the well-mannered prince, the duke smiled with warmth. Unlike certain others, perhaps because his bloodline itself was noble from birth, there was not a single thing to find fault with.

“But this child is……?”

Duke Rogato finally worked up the courage to ask about the identity of the red-haired girl. Judging by the way she stood with such confidence without even offering a greeting, she seemed to be a child of considerable standing, yet no matter how he thought about it, no family came to mind.

For now, it was certain that there was no noble family in the capital to which this child belonged, so which domain was she from?

Just then, something caught the duke’s eye.

The clothing she was wearing was new, but the material was not of good quality. Could it be that a beggar had wandered in to beg? Or perhaps an impertinent servant had brought a child along?

She might have been wandering around without knowing her place and had the audacity to be discourteous in the presence of the prince.

Since royalty was present, he could not openly display his anger, but the duke’s expression hardened. The fact that a lowborn creature of unknown lineage was in his estate was deeply unpleasant.

Rohide could see all of these thoughts plainly.

He was only ten years old, but having been born and raised in the palace, he had seen countless nobles concealing their true feelings.

How would it be more entertaining to handle this situation?

Rohide glanced at Adele and opened his mouth.

“This child is……”

Should he say he did not know her? Would this small intruder then prostrate herself on the floor and beg for her life? Abandoning all of that confident composure from moments ago?

But Adele’s expression was relaxed. She looked as though she did not care how things turned out.

Then what if he protected her from the crisis? Would that face be colored with gratitude? Would she later bow that haughty head of hers in thanks?

Rohide decided, with a quiet sense of anticipation.

“She is my younger cousin.”

Yet even with his consideration, Adele was indifferent.

It was a reaction that defied his expectations, but Rohide found a laugh slipping out somehow. Strangely, he was in a good mood.

The one who was startled in Adele’s place was the duke. If she was the prince’s younger cousin, that meant this child was also of royal blood.

Since the current queen was royalty from a neighboring country, she could be of that bloodline.

No wonder her bearing had seemed unusual even just standing there quietly.

“I must beg your pardon. In my ignorance, I had not memorized the full royal family lineage.”

Adele, having acquired a new identity, nodded with composure.

“Yes, a pleasure. I am Adele Grey.”

Adele Grey.