I’m The Male Lead’s Biological Daughter, But I Want To Live With The Second Male Lead! - Chapter 95

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Chapter 95
While Zigmund, freed from his petrification, received treatment, Mabel returned to her room with Winter.
Aselt and Ella had tried to follow, but Mabel stopped them.
She had things to discuss with Winter.
After locking the door, Mabel pressed her ear against it and surveyed her surroundings.
“I’m just so relieved~ that nothing happened to you, Miss~”
“I forgot about it too, what with everything involving Winter. I should have told you.”
“But if this gets out~ won’t Dain feel troubled~?”
“Hmm, probably. His master nearly killed him back then, and nobody came to save him.”
The sound of Ella and Aselt chattering together grew distant.
Only after every presence had faded did Mabel look down at Winter.
“Looks like they’re all gone.”
Chirp.
Winter, who had likewise been pressing her ear to the door, let out a short cry.
Mabel scooped Winter up and climbed onto the bed, settling herself down.
Then she burrowed under the blankets to create a proper hideaway for secrets.
“Now, tell me.”
As Mabel whispered, letters appeared above Winter’s head.
[Conjecture.]
[But. Possibility.]
[Exists. On the Master?]
[Subjugation Mark?]
“Huh? How did you know about that?”
In her shock, Mabel couldn’t help but ask aloud before she could stop herself.
She shouldn’t have done that!
[As I thought.]
Oh no, that was a secret Zigmund had trusted her with!
Mabel clapped her hand over her mouth in panic, her face flushing with embarrassment.
But fortunately—or perhaps inevitably—she was the only person who could truly converse with Winter.
‘Ella did say that Aselt and Winter seemed to have talked before, though……’
Could that really be true?
It seemed doubtful, but if it were actually the case……
Mabel lowered her hand and spoke even more quietly.
“But Winter, you know this is a really delicate matter, right?”
It wasn’t just any secret—it was a massive one, and it had to be guarded carefully.
Winter then sat quietly, blinking her eyes as if to say, Trust only me.
“Phew, I shouldn’t have let it show like that. But at least now I know how to keep a straight face if something like this happens again.”
Mabel gently stroked Winter’s head.
“But how do you even know about it?”
[Feeling.]
“Hmm?”
[Confirmed.]
[Done.]
[Must go.]
[To the Master.]
With that, Winter slipped out from under the blankets and hopped down from the bed.
“But the Master is being treated right now, isn’t he?”
[Still. Will wait.]
[Tell. The Master.]
[Method.]
“Um?”
Not understanding what Winter meant at all, Mabel tilted her head.
Then Winter rose up on her hind legs like a cat and suddenly yanked open the locked door.
When did you learn to do that?
As Mabel climbed down from the bed, Winter turned back to her.
[Subjugation Mark.]
[Tell.]
[The Master!]
“What?!”
After saying you were the only one I should trust?!
You said you’d keep it secret?!
Mabel rushed to grab Winter, but it was already too late.
Winter had already slipped through the narrow gap in the door.
“Winter, Winter wait!”
Mabel hurried after her, but Winter was already sprinting ahead.
‘That traitor!’
If this kept up, Zigmund would find out about her slip of the tongue with Winter!
Mabel tore down the corridor at full speed.
“Stop right there!”
When was the last time she’d run this hard?
Even playing in the garden and back garden, she’d never sprinted like this!
And yet it was right outside Zigmund’s study where Mabel finally caught Winter.
Ella had destroyed the bedroom door and wall, so Zigmund was being treated in his study now.
“Got you!”
Mabel scooped Winter up from behind with a triumphant cry.
“Let go!”
Winter thrashed, demanding to be released.
Though all she managed was to push with her claws retracted.
“No way. Let’s get back to your room, quick!”
No matter how much Winter struggled and squealed, Mabel remained resolute.
But then the glowing text that appeared above Winter’s head made Mabel’s steps falter.
[Release! Possibility!]
[Subjugation Mark!]
[Dispel!]
[Possibility!]
“……!”
[Sad. Mabel.]
[Hurts. Master.]
[Nightmare. Master.]
[Because of. Mark.]
[Know. Way!]
“You’re serious about this?”
When Mabel asked again, Winter stopped struggling and turned to face her.
[Honestly. Hate it.]
[Being revealed.]
[About me.]
Winter’s gaze fell downward.
Her pure white lashes trembled pitifully.
But it was only for a moment before Winter looked back at Mabel.
A fierce resolve gleamed in her pale blue eyes.
[But. Sadder. Mabel.]
[Hate this more.]
[Dangerous. Mabel.]
[From now on.]
[Want to stop it. Me.]
Mabel watched the glowing words floating above Winter’s head.
What exactly would be revealed about Winter?
And what did Winter know?
As Mabel hesitated to answer, Winter pressed her small mouth shut.
Her plump snout tensed, her whiskers bristling straight.
Winter pressed one of her thick front paws against Mabel’s hand that held her.
[Because. Like. Mabel.]
It was strange, really.
Just a small animal speaking.
Perhaps Winter was misunderstanding something.
So why did it make her want to trust like this?
Why did those eyes, saying they liked her, feel so utterly sincere?
For a moment, Mabel gazed at Winter in silence, then let out a heavy sigh.
“Aahhhhh…… I suppose I have no choice. If you’re going to say it like that.”
She was afraid of disappointing Zigmund, but still—Zigmund came first.
Knock, knock, knock.
“Master, it’s me!”
Mabel knocked, cradling Winter in her arms.
“Yes, I know. How could I not hear all that fussing outside?”
Zigmund teased, his voice light.
“Come in.”
“Right away—”
Mabel rose on her toes and turned the doorknob.
Fortunately, the treatment appeared to be wrapping up; the Doctor was organizing his medical bag.
The room reeked of antiseptic, and Mabel asked with concern.
“How are you feeling?”
“Better than expected, honestly.”
His forearm, which bore deep gouges, had required ten stitches, though his wrist had broken cleanly, according to the Doctor.
Though what “cleanly” meant in the context of a broken bone, Mabel couldn’t fathom.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have entered your Study without permission…….”
“No, I should have mentioned it. I forgot yesterday.”
Zigmund waved his uninjured hand dismissively.
After the Doctor bowed and left, only the two of them remained in the Study.
“So? What was all that commotion about?”
“Well, there’s this…….”
Mabel gave a brief account of the conversation she’d just had with Winter.
“I’m terribly sorry. I ended up revealing your secret.”
Mabel apologized while holding Winter close.
“That wasn’t your doing. That creature figured it out on its own.”
But to Mabel’s relief, Zigmund didn’t blame her.
Instead, he brushed aside the details and asked her to explain how Winter had discovered the truth.
Would it really be all right to let the matter drop so easily?
Mabel felt a twinge of unease, but then she read the words that appeared above Winter’s head.
“It says to open the book called Fantastical Beings: On Their Beautiful and Eerie Masters.”
At that moment, Zigmund’s body, languid from the anesthetic, gave a visible start.
When Mabel turned to Winter, the creature was gazing at Zigmund with sharp, focused eyes.
“Surely not…….”
Zigmund muttered quietly, then rose from his seat and fetched the book.
It seemed Aselt, who had feigned ignorance until yesterday, had secretly brought it this morning.
Winter leaped lightly down from Mabel’s embrace.
As Winter approached, Zigmund offered the book.
[Conjecture. Possibility.]
[Attempt. Sufficient merit.]
“Ah, it’s still conjecture for now, and merely an educated guess, but apparently it’s worth attempting.”
Mabel read aloud the words appearing above Winter’s head.
Meanwhile, Winter deftly extended just a single claw and flipped through the pages rapidly.
‘Could it really be true that words are appearing above Winter’s head?’
Zigmund’s eyes flickered with uncertainty.
He hadn’t believed it at first, but now Mabel clearly seemed to be reading something genuine.
‘What exactly is Winter? What is that creature?’
He had his suspicions, but they alone didn’t explain everything.
Zigmund’s gaze deepened into something more thoughtful.
“Ah, found it!”
At Mabel’s exclamation, Winter tapped the pages spread open on either side.
And there, written on the page, was…….

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