«The future Violet was sitting in a large armchair in a dark room.
A girl with her face covered with a cloth appeared.
—Cyril Cole Everdeen is dead.
They say he went crazy and threw himself from the bell tower in the square.
Violet looked up and looked at the girl.
—He didn't go crazy.
-…So?
—Unfortunately, he contracted an illness that made him lose his mind.
—Are you feeling sad right now?
—He was a foolish man.
When he was only fifteen years old, he carried a newborn baby and came to the capital.
He told me that he had never forgotten me after that brief encounter.
He watched me secretly every year when I was little, and then he disappeared.
"I remember you saying that Cyril Cole Everdeen visited you the night before your wedding."
—Yes, he gathered the courage late.
He asked me to follow him.
If I hadn't married that bastard Bluideen ten years ago and followed my uncle Cyril, my life would have been different.
The vision of the future ended.
Violet raised her head in a daze.
The Violet in the vision appeared to be in her early thirties.
In the first vision, it was also said that she was 34 years old when she was hanged.
Even if the memory from just now was from when she was 34 years old…
In 16 years, my uncle Cyril will go crazy and lose his life.
And now it seems so normal?
Because…?
At the same time, a few words passed through his mind.
(If I had followed my uncle Cyril, my life would have been different.)
They were words that Violet had said in the vision of the future.
Violet let go of the door handle and turned around, walking quickly.
—Uncle Cyril!
—…You haven't left yet?
—I have something to ask you.
Why… did he come to see me secretly every year?
Cyril's expression shook.
He seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then said:
—Had you noticed?
—…
Violet remained silent.
Taking it as an affirmation, Cyril let out a deep sigh.
—I went on a whim.
That's all.
If you stay in the Everdeen family, you will live well as a noble, why would I care about you?
If he hadn't seen the vision of the future, perhaps he would have given up with those words.
But Violet asserted herself.
—Dude, I'm leaving the house.
I'm also leaving academia.
I want to cut ties with my family.
—…
—Now that I know I'm not a bastard, I can't stay in that house.
—Hey, do you know what it means for a girl like you to turn your back on your family?
-I know.
But still, I don't want to live in that house and marry Bluideen.
If I could choose just one person to be my family...
—…
—I would like only you to be my family.
For the first time, Cyril's expression became serious.
He seemed to doubt and reflect.
He is a stubborn and proud man, so that is why it is so difficult for him to decide if he wants to contact me.
Furthermore, Cyril had already completely distanced himself from the Everdeen family.
Violet thought it didn't matter if he rejected her.
It was enough for her to know that she had a relative who cared about her, even a little.
"What do you like, Violet?" Cyril asked suddenly.
-Suddenly?
—Yes, tell me what you want to do or buy, whatever, even if you have to starve for it.
Violet thought about it for a moment.
The truth is that he only had one hobby: those that didn't cost money.
As a child, she had read the one book Marigold had given her over and over like it was trash, and after entering the academy, she had read romance novels in the library.
—…I like Silk novels.
-What's that?
—Well...Silk means sharp and refreshing in ancient language...
It's a type of romantic novel.
The protagonist is a woman who takes revenge on the people who tormented her and says clever and sharp things to them.
—A third-rate popular novel?
—…Many people say it.
—How talkative.
You must like it a lot.
It's good that you told me.
—…
—It will probably be a pain to have a naive girl like you.
It will cost money and I have never raised anyone.
I never asked him to raise me.
Eighteen years old is already an adult, and I am legally of legal age.
While Violet defended herself in her mind, Cyril continued.
—And you have a fiancé, right?
If Godfrey chose him, he must be a stinking, rotten bastard.
—Do you know Bluideen?
"You evaluated him so accurately..." Violet said seriously.
Cyril shook his head, as if he couldn't believe it.
—Then let's include it on the list.
And I also heard that you have a father, a stepmother and a stepsister.
-Yeah.
—Go tell each of them something.
And if it is with a little mental and physical violence, the better.
-Sorry?
—No matter what you say, tell them what you have stuck in your heart.
—…
—I have no intention of taking care of a mentally immature girl who longs for the love of her biological father.
If you have something stuck in your chest, go and get it out right now.
—Are you asking me to be sharp?
-Something like that.
—What if I can't say what he wants?
—Then go and long for love.
Maybe if you scream so miserably, your desire to run away will disappear, because you have to look at yourself.
Cyril seemed like a strange person, but with his own philosophy.
And Violet thought his words made sense.
—So, if I tell them what I have in my heart, as you say?
—Then come back.
I will let you live in this house and support you until you can be independent.
—…
—Don't hesitate.
This house is my property.
The fact that this huge house belonged to her uncle… Violet felt deep respect for Cyril, who owned such immense capital that she couldn't even imagine.
If he could escape his nightmare family, he could live in a closet, not just an attic.
—Uncle… If you don't mean it, tell me now.
“I don't want to be disappointed later.” Violet's voice was shaking.
—I warn you in advance that if a niece lives in the house of a single uncle, her reputation will go down.
You may never be able to get engaged to a noble again.
Come prepared.
—That's great, I love it!
May my reputation be ruined...
Thus, she would never get engaged to a man like Bluideen again.
Violet was amazed again at the additional benefits of living in this house.
—I've never seen a girl so happy about ruining her life.
You are quite strange...
Cyril kindly escorted Violet to the front door.
—Now really go.
-Yeah.
—Sleep well, niece.
The door closed in his face.
Violet murmured timidly in front of the closed door.
—It's four in the afternoon.
Really, every thing this person said was strange.
How dare he say she was strange?
It is true that people who are too eccentric believe they are normal...
But it was worth it to have spoken bravely!
If everything went well, he might have a place to stay.
I have to do it right.
Let it be sharp, daring, let it come from my heart...
Violet decided with a serious expression.
…To be continued