—Deborah was quite cheeky.
At that time I was only fifteen years old, but she asked me, when you were over ten, to find you and give you the ring she was wearing.
It was normal that Cyril was such a young guy.
Now that Violet was eighteen, he was only in his early thirties.
But, at that age, he found me and took care of me, and ten years later, he kept his promise.
Many things made sense now.
The talent of one in ten thousand… that was also something he had inherited.
The Reinhardt family.
My mother's family...
Violet recorded the name.
She said it was a noble family from the province, but she had never heard that name, since she didn't know much about the noble families in the capital.
At the same time, a dark doubt arose.
So my father knew about my constitution?
If so, why did I live like a useless person?
Godfrey was a difficult man to understand.
But what was certain was that he would never help her.
However, he didn't have time to think about that.
It was enough to assimilate that she was not a bastard.
In that moment, Violet freed herself from the inferiority that had tormented her all her life.
—The ring he gave me was a very valuable object.
My mother left it to me and you kept it for a long time before giving it to me.
—And it was expensive too.
He told me that it was a family heirloom for the training of the people of the Reinhardt family.
The ring is made of an ancient firestone that is worth dozens of times more than gold.
Giving that to someone else… Violet felt great regret.
But there was no point in regretting something that had already happened.
—Did that fire stone help me create the magic circles?
-Exact.
—Will I need the fire stone to continue improving in the future?
—Hmm, are you sure you formed your first circle?
-Yeah.
"Then you won't need it." He told me that the fire stone was only for basic training.
After that, I became interested and researched about that constitution.
—I see...
—But there's almost no information, so that's all I know.
Although she said it modestly, Violet was sure that Cyril was an amazing person.
How could I know such valuable information?
If I hadn't read the book in the cafeteria today, following Ash's advice, and been inspired to be brave, what would have happened?
They were truths that I had to know.
An act of kindness that had to be remembered.
—Thank you very much for telling me that I'm not a bastard, man.
I don't know how to repay him for taking care of my mother in her last moments.
"Usually people would be resentful, right?"
-Resentment…?
—Resentment for being the only one who knew you weren't a bastard.
Violet's eyes widened.
—Why do you say that?
Not even I can help all the people who suffer injustice.
If I think about the suffering he had to go through to bring me to the capital, it would not be enough to kneel down and thank him again.
—…
This time, Cyril remained silent.
Violet meant it.
Her stepsister, Marigold, was a beauty who was famous in the capital.
Her admirers followed her everywhere, trying to win her affection.
Among them were members of the royal family and children of great nobles.
With their power, they often committed injustices in the academy and on the streets.
For example, if they started a fight with commoners, only the commoners were punished.
In fact, most of the time, he had preferred not to get involved.
That's why he couldn't resent Cyril for not telling him sooner.
I wanted to ask him if he could help me if I left home, but I can't get into more debt with my uncle.
Violet felt a little embarrassed at what she had thought.
"You don't look like your father, Violet."
—My father always told me that.
He said I didn't look like him because I was a bastard.
But now I see that it was all a lie.
At the same time, Violet thought: If I had known earlier, I would have suffered less.
The days when she sewed and mended her old clothes, envying Marigold's new clothes and shoes.
The day she fell ill with the flu, almost to death, and dared to reach out her hand to ask her stepmother to help her, but was rejected.
Instead of thinking that it was normal for them to treat me like that because I was a bastard, if I had known that they were the ones who were wrong, everything would have been better.
But still, he was glad to know it now.
—I will remember it for my future and I will live well.
Thank you so much.
Violet smiled as she looked at Cyril.
Her eyes filled with tears, but she held back.
—…Even if I had said it, no one would have believed me.
That you're not a bastard and that your stepmother is an ex-waitress.
—…
—It's a matter from a long time ago, there is no evidence, and even if there was, the dead do not speak.
There was nothing to be done unless he revealed it publicly at a meeting of nobles.
Violet nodded her head.
It made sense.
—Man, I'm sorry for coming here suddenly and taking up your time.
Cyril thought for a moment with his handsome face and nodded.
—Don't come back like that suddenly.
Like I told you, I don't want to have anything to do with his family.
I stopped being part of them a long time ago.
—Yes… But I would like to ask you one more thing.
It's really the last one.
-…Tell me.
—Was my mother a good person?
Cyril looked down.
—He had a good reputation among the townspeople.
So much so that even after Godfrey abandoned her, everyone helped her, even if it was just a little.
I heard that he was a good person, kind and always helping others.
-…I see.
That's more than enough answer for me.
Violet stood up and bowed.
—I'm not going to walk you to the door.
—I will leave quietly.
Without causing problems.
Violet walked down the hallway.
I'm not part of the family anymore.
The only thing left was to run away from home...
or leave forever.
Now that he knew the truth, he couldn't live with his family.
I hated them.
There will be no relatives to help me, like in Lady Roseanne's novel.
Maybe I don't have a family in this life.
But she knew that her mother had loved her.
In any case, I have to leave home and look for work.
It would be great if I could be a mercenary, but if not, I've heard there are jobs that offer accommodation.
Violet put her hand on the doorknob.
I should have told him I wanted to send him a letter from time to time.
Still, it would be nice to have a family that he could keep in touch with from time to time.
Right at that moment.
Hey?
Toro-rong, to-rong.
Cha-rang.
A bright sound echoed in his ears.
Once again, the vision of the future had begun.
…To be continued