Saved by Crazy Stepfather!

“There’s nothing to worry about.”

Then, I sat in front of my mom and smiled at me as I looked at her in vain.

“It’s fine because she woke up and called you.
And I called the priest so they’ll tell you anything.”

“… ”

“So don’t worry about it and sit down.”

“…Yes.”

I felt relieved somewhere in my heart even though I didn’t know that he was worried about me.

The room became quiet.
Because I cried out of my mind earlier, I occasionally had hiccups, but I tried hard to hold it in.

It’s because the atmosphere has become too quiet.

“You don’t have to endure it.”

“I won’t hold it in.”

“…Do whatever you want.”

Fortunately, the hiccups went away, perhaps because I was surprised.

However, the quiet atmosphere still continued.

It’s been such a long time.
By the time I felt like an hour had passed, I couldn’t hold back and opened my mouth.

“Why are you so kind?”

“Huh?”

“Dad… I heard you were a bad guy… but you’re kind.
You keep being kind.”

When I said that, he stroked his chin as if he was a little worried.

“Well, why?”

“Yes, why?”

“Shouldn’t you be nice to Harris? Harris is…”

“Why do I think I should do that?”

“Because Harris is your real daughter?”

It was around that time that the Grand Duke pursed his lips.

“I don’t think so.”

“Huh?”

“I don’t think that Harris would be my daughter.
Maybe about… 10 percent.”

“…Then why is she here?”

“Because I brought perfect evidence at first.
She came here looking like me, and she brought what the Grand Duchess had, so I had no choice but to.”

I looked at him still.

“But now…”

“But now, I just thought it was strange.
There’s no proof that Harris is or isn’t my child.
The only reason why I let her walk around comfortably here is for the sake of my other children.”

At the time when I tilted my head the words I didn’t understand, the door was knocked.

“Your Grace, the priest has arrived.”

“Let him in.”

When he said that, he jumped up from his seat and went down to the side of the bed.

“I’m Priest Kayle.
It’s an honor to meet you, Your Grace.”

“You don’t have to say hello.
Look at the woman right here.”

“Yes.
Yes.
Do you need a blessing?”

“No.
Just to check what’s going on.”

When asked to check my mom, the priest nodded and took his hand to his mother’s forehead.
Then a golden light leaked from his fingertips.

Soon after, the priest  turned around with a slightly strange expression.

“I checked.”

“What do you think? Is she not feeling well or…?”

“She has a weak soul.”

“…Soul?”