I’m The Male Lead’s Biological Daughter, But I Want To Live With The Second Male Lead! - Chapter 110

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Episode 110
Of course, Zigmund’s daily decline had nothing to do with the reason Mabel had imagined.
It was because of Mabel, who grew stiff whenever she stood before him after that “father” remark.
Unfortunately, Mabel didn’t suspect for even a moment that she was the cause.
True to form for a Grandmaster, her broken wrist healed quickly and she received congratulations, but it seemed Zigmund’s inner torment would persist for some time yet.
In any case, Mabel remained preoccupied with how to style her hair today.
In any case, Mabel remained preoccupied with how to style her hair today.
“Oh, what should I do?”
When Mabel couldn’t decide easily, Ella offered a gentle hint.
“I suppose it’s because we’re in the Capital~ It’s going to be terribly hot today, isn’t it~?”
They were not at Duke’s Castle, but at a Townhouse in the Capital.
Mabel had said that if she were to host a celebration, she wanted to spend it with everyone at the Townhouse.
At those words, Aselt and Kellic were somewhat taken aback.
They had never been to the Capital for any number of reasons.
But soon enough, both their faces flushed with anticipation and excitement.
Though Kellic had been half-dead in the carriage since summer had already deepened in the Capital.
Having experienced the Capital’s heat keenly at last year’s Crown Prince’s birthday celebration, Mabel had tried to avoid summer for Kellic’s sake.
But everyone, including Kellic, had told her not to postpone the celebration, and so she’d been able to resolve herself.
“Then wouldn’t it be nice to wear it up and cool?”
“That’s right~? Now then, let’s set aside everything that hangs down~”
Mabel and Ella listed out the hairstyles she’d worn before and eliminated them.
The hairstyle that remained was…….
“Ta-da~ Tied up like a ribbon~!”
“Wow!”
She gathered her abundant purple hair high and fixed it by parting the center.
The result was a fluffy, ribbon-like shape.
It looked a little like cat ears, and it suited Mabel perfectly.
“Hehe, you’re too cute today~!”
Oh, I just want to bite you!
Ella, with her fingers interlaced, squirmed her body happily.
“It’s going to look so wonderful with the Dress that the Duke gave you~!”
When Ella clapped her hands, Sheila, who had been waiting, brought the Dress.
Since becoming Mabel’s dedicated maid, she’d received training, and her movements were flawless.
As a result, the Townhouse’s maids, who had secretly been looking forward to something, had to bite their handkerchiefs again.
As Mabel was being dressed with the help of Ella and Sheila’s attentions.
“Meoooow!”
A commotion came from the Bathroom where Winter was making a fuss.
It wasn’t that she disliked water exactly, but bathing at the crack of dawn seemed to irritate her.
“Winter! Don’t hurt the ladies!”
Mabel cried out, placing a hand to her lips, and it quieted down.
“Thank you so much, Miss!”
“We’ve been saved, whew!”
The maids in charge of Winter’s bath answered in thin, reedy voices.
A moment later.
Winter emerged, fluffy and soft, her face sullen and reluctant.
They said babies grew quickly, and now a proper mane had begun to grow around Winter’s neck.
Or perhaps she’d simply had it trimmed bare before, and no one had noticed until now.
“Puff-puff!”
The moment the maid set Winter down on the floor, she shook herself dry.
Though she’d been dried with a towel so no water splattered, her fur flew about in clouds.
Unfamiliar with the smell of her own body, Winter sniffed and immediately sought out Mabel.
To cover herself once again in Mabel’s scent.
But the moment Winter looked up at Mabel, she froze in place.
“Hehe, what do you think? Sister Ella even did my makeup a bit?”
The Dress, adorned with layers of cute ruffles and gorgeous lace, barely registered.
Because Mabel, her cheeks flushed red, was smiling so shyly that she was simply too beautiful.
“Oh~ it’s hardly worth calling makeup~”
Ella laughed with satisfaction, seeing Winter frozen like a statue.
“I just tidied her lashes a little and applied a bit of Blush made from dried flower petals to her cheeks~?”
“Ehehehe.”
Yet even that small gesture made Mabel feel a touch more grown-up.
“The dress is pretty, isn’t it? The Duke gave it to me last time.”
Mabel spun around in shoes with cute round toes.
As she turned, the lace that cascaded down her back fluttered and spread like wings.
[An angel.]
Winter approached Mabel as if entranced.
[A real angel!]
Winter’s pale-blue eyes sparkled with wonder.
It was certain an angel had descended from heaven at the break of dawn.
Winter circled around Mabel, who seemed even more endearing than usual, round and round again.
Then the beast moved in front of her and lowered its body toward the onlookers.
“Kyaow!”
[Move. Eyes!]
[Wear. My angel!]
[Forbidden. Looking!]
At Winter’s preposterous words, Mabel burst into bright laughter.
“No matter how many people look, I won’t wear out, you know?”
Yet clearly pleased, Mabel’s lips curved higher and higher into a smile.
Just then came a knock at the door.
“Mabel, if you’re ready, shall I escort you?”
“Oh! Master, how sneaky of you to jump ahead like that!”
“Kellic, you only just arrived yourself—don’t pretend you were first. That was me.”
“Did you forget? The one who explained Duke’s Castle to the young lady was none other than myself, Dain?”
“Dain, know your place. Aren’t you going to leave?”
The hallway outside quickly descended into chaos.
It seemed everyone had come hoping to escort Mabel.
Mabel’s eyes widened in surprise, then she broke into a soft, amused laugh.
When Ella opened the door, the elegantly dressed men tumbled out like fools rushing forward.
“Just as I thought—that looks best on you.”
“Wow, Mabel, you really do look beautiful!”
While Zigmund kept exclaiming over his own good taste, Kellic circled around Mabel.
“You’re especially cute today, Mabel. Did you put on makeup?”
“And when exactly was I not cute, sir?”
When Aselt tactfully complimented her slightly more mature appearance, Mabel’s cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red.
Dain found Mabel so endearing that his shoulders kept rising with delight.
Though their reactions differed, the men’s purpose was one and the same.
To escort Mabel, of course!
They rushed forward, each offering their hand to take hers.
“I’m so sorry. I already have a partner.”
But Mabel spoke with genuine regret, her eyebrows drooping apologetically.
“A partner?”
Zigmund’s eyebrows twitched, and both Aselt and Kellic’s expressions darkened.
“But there are no visitors at the Townhouse today, are there?”
Dain, flustered, pushed his stylish glasses up the bridge of his nose.
And yet someone stepped confidently forward to meet them.
It was Winter, who had secured the partner’s position first thing last night, nestled within Mabel’s blankets.
Winter lifted letters with triumphant pride.
[Quick day.]
[Well done.]
“So, I’m going with Winter today, okay?”
Mabel said this as she scooped Winter up into her arms.
Of course, the men couldn’t see the words floating above Winter’s head.
For Mabel’s part, that was fortunate.
‘If they’d read that, there would’ve been quite a brawl.’
Though they couldn’t read the words, lack of perception wasn’t among their failings.
“That beast definitely mocked us,” Kellic muttered.
“Yeah. Look at those smug whiskers twitching. It’s obvious without even looking,” Aselt agreed.
Kellic and Aselt glared at Winter with clear displeasure.
However, the fact that they were too preoccupied with this being their first visit to the Capital and the Townhouse to remember to ask Mabel for an escort was undeniably true.
And so the two of them withdrew relatively without further complaint.
“How could this…….”
Unlike Zigmund, who staggered and then leaned against the wall, she said it differently.
Zigmund felt aggrieved.
‘Aselt and Kellic made their own mistakes, but me!’
Zigmund had wanted to ask Mabel for an escort early on.
He’d simply backed away each time, noticing her face go pale.
If only I’d kept my mouth shut about Father back then!
‘If only I could turn back time…….’
But truthfully, even if he could turn back time, Zigmund would have made the same choice.
How could he tell a girl who’d just said she could repay her debts, “All right, then do it”?
Oh, this is unbearable…….
Zigmund now slid down along the wall until he was sitting.
After all that effort to look dignified, this was simply a sight for sore eyes.
‘Good grief, this is killing me.’
Unable to bear it any longer, Dain stepped forward.
“Miss, I understand the Duke has done you a grave disservice, but might it not be time to extend your forgiveness?”
Mabel’s eyes went wide as she watched Sheila and Winter bicker over whether to wear the Cape.
“A disservice?”
The Duke hasn’t done anything wrong by me.
Mabel tilted her head in confusion, and Dain leaned in close and whispered.
“Yes, indeed. For that man—or rather, His Grace—to have let such a slip of the tongue escape, he must think very highly of you, Miss.”
“A slip of the tongue……?”

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