The lakeside she saw in the forest was a place like a passage connecting the tomb and the human world, so she could use her strength.

If the star in front of her hated Letiom so much, why didn’t she let herself die back then?

“Are you going to get rid of me?”

“Maybe. I was thinking about it until I came out of the lake.”

The star, chirping, climbed onto Liche’s shoulder from her arm.

The swaying tail touched her cheek and was ticklish.

“You, this is your second life?”

It was a confident tone.

Liche was embarrassed, but soon obediently nodded her head.

She didn’t talk about it because no one would believe the story, but she didn’t intend to hide the fact that she came from the past.

“Yes.”

The star snorted, saying it knew it would happen.

“The only one who can turn back time is that guy. He’s a fool but a great star. The one who sent you back to the past is him, who is asleep.”

“…So the being that created Letiom revived me?”

“Yes. And I want to know why he sent you back to the past.”

The touch of the tail touching her cheek disappeared.

Once again, the bright star, transformed into a brilliant light, floated in the air and spoke to Liche.

[Make a contract with me. Human. I’ll make you stronger than anyone.]

The childish voice was brimming with confidence that she could keep her word.

But what Liche wanted was not that.

“…I prefer not to be in pain rather than being strong.”

[Not in pain? That’s also possible. There’s nothing I can’t do for my contractor.]

If she’s not in pain, that’s enough.

Liche nodded her head, meaning to contract.

[Good. We both agree, so I’ll proceed with the contract.]

The star asked.

[Letiom, what’s your name?]

“My name is…….”

Liche hesitated for a moment.

She abandoned her last life’s name, and her new name had only recently been given.

She was still unsure if she could live with that name.

[Speak quickly. I have no patience.]

“Tr, Trari Liche Lodwick……!”

At the star’s urging, Liche cried out the name impulsively.

Then the star seemed to have waited for it and enlarged its size.

A solemn light came from the light, and a dignified voice flowed out instead of a childish voice.

[My name is Pythos. One of the six great stars. I make a star contract with Trari Liche Lodwick’s agreement.]

A giant light soaked into Liche’s body.

Then, a symbol filled Liche’s palm, then diminished.

Nothing seems to have changed.

“…Is it over?”

“Yes.”

Liche asked, looking at her palm, but the answer came from behind her.

When she turned around, a squirrel washing its face was on the bed head.

It was Pythos. A lighttoned voice popped out of the cute and insignificant mouth.

“Honor being my contractor. Kid.”

(This is the time divider.)

On a fine morning.

Blake was sitting at the desk looking at the paperwork, but his mind was entirely on the other side of the door.

“…….”

The adorable sound of footsteps in the hallway.

It’s definitely Liche’s footsteps, but all he heard was the sound of her coming and going in front of the door.

It’s been an hour.

Stopping in front of the door and then moving again, quiet for a while, then moving again.

He’s distracted, how can he concentrate on work?

Of course, Liche wouldn’t dream that Blake would notice her presence.

‘She seems to have something to see me about.’

Eventually, Blake completely dropped the pen from his hand and watched the door.

If Jed had seen it, he would have dropped his jaw at such behavior.
Blake was lost in thought, unaware that anything was strange.

‘Last time I read a picture book with Deon. Is this related to that?’

A few days ago, the sight Blake witnessed was quite shocking.

Deon enjoying himself with someone?

He was a child with a cold wind even when he was with Hibetsu, a fellow ability user and the same age.

Blake felt pleased with Deon’s positive change, but there was a slight regret in the sight of the two.

“The lady was brought by the head of the household, but she became closer to the young master. Although that was the original purpose.”

The reason why Jed’s words remained particularly in his memory was perhaps because they had struck a chord with Blake.

So, if I brought her here, why is she so awkward with me?

“YYour Grace.”

Even though she had become Lady Roadwick, the child still called him Your Grace.

So a few days ago, knowing she was persistent, he had gotten her to call him Daddy. It sounded quite good, more than he expected.

But since then, Liche had not called Blake Daddy.

He hadn’t pressured her because she seemed shy, but had she come to call him Daddy now?

“Daddy, please read the picture book…….”

It was an absurd hallucination, but enough to make Blake rise from his chair.

So the documents were pushed aside again today.

Blake cracked open the door. The small child’s back was visible, sitting right in front.

Due to Blake’s habit of not making a noise, Liche seemed unaware the door had opened.

“Ahem.”

He cleared his throat so as not to startle her.

But such consideration should have been made before opening the door.

Startled by the sound of the throatclearing, Liche turned her head to see Blake’s stoic expression and jumped up from her spot.

‘Sso surprising.’

Blake asked her, looking like that.

“Do you have a request for me?”

His demeanor was stern, but his calm gaze fell on Liche’s empty hands.

…It’s not the picture book.

Liche opened her mouth cautiously in response to Blake’s words.

“Can I… raise a squirrel?”

“A squirrel?”

A squirrel all of a sudden?

Blake momentarily wondered if a squirrel was an animal that could be tamed by human hands.

In the meantime, a squirrel had scampered onto Liche’s shoulder.

It was small and cute, with brown fur and black stripes.

“This is… it’s small, so it won’t eat much. Can’t I? YYour G…”

Your Grace.

Blake inadvertently furrowed his brows.

Liche’s heart sank, thinking she had touched the duke’s feelings again.

‘Is he angry? Of course… it would make him mad if someone like me, a guest, were to bring a pet.’

But she couldn’t secretly keep Pythons.

Star had to stick to Letium’s side due to the environment of the human world.

With a big decision, Liche looked up at Blake.

“Can’t I……?”

Then she added the rest of her words hesitantly.

“Daddy.”

“…….”

Red eyes looked at Liche.

Blake was quite a handsome nobleman, even from the first time they met.

A flowing elegance just by standing still. Indeed, he was too noble to be called her father.

Now, the fact that Blake, who was only looking at her silently, was scary was another story.

Finally, Blake’s mouth opened.

“Do so.”

“……!”

Liche’s face brightened.

Blake must have reluctantly allowed it after much thought, but that was enough.

“I’ll keep it quiet! As if it’s not there!”

“…….”

As if it’s not there.

A tinge of regret danced across Blake’s face.

The fact that he had been considering ‘Would a greenhouse as big as the annex suffice for a squirrel farm?’ was still a faroff story for Liche to know.

(This is a time divider.)

Deon came out of the annex.

The warm sunlight shone on his face.

Excluding the day he escaped, it had been 8 days since he left the annex.

“Young Master Deon.”
Deon was greeted by Pol, the butler of the Ludwick family’s house.

“A guest has arrived.”

“A guest?”

Where was there a guest who would come all the way to the Duke of Ludwick?

Deon headed to the drawing room to see that fearless face.

He then frowned at the sight of the boy sitting on the sofa, sipping tea.

The boy, who was not at all bothered by Deon’s attitude, folded his blue eyes in half and laughed.

“Oh, you’re here? Derkedion.”

Anyone would think it was a woman’s living room.

Robenhalf Hibetzman, the owner of a personality as lively as his skyblue hair. He was also a capable person of the Duke Hibetzman’s family.

A 9yearold boy with the ability to handle coldness.

“Why are you here?”

“You said you have a younger sister?”

“Go.”

To your home.

Deon bade farewell to Robenhalf just 10 seconds after opening his mouth.