The Heir's Secret: 1-5 The Past

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Betrayed by her trusted lover and closest family members, where does young Saoirse go from here?

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Style: No dress-up component Required: Olive Goodwill Lv. 7 Rewards: 3,000 , 600 , 1 , 1 , 1 , Blueprint: Dusty Accolades

Dusty Accolades

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• Maid: Miss Lyndon, if you don't go back now, Master will blame me.

• The young woman's complexion isn't particularly beautiful, but her exceptionally beautiful eyes widen upon hearing these words.

• Saoirse: When is it your turn to question my decision?

• Saoirse: Interesting. So you're afraid of my father blaming you instead of me dismissing you?

• Saoirse: Am I a pushover to you too?

• Bombarded with questions, the maid trembles with her face buried.

• Maid: No, I don't...

• Saoirse glances sideways at the maid, who is cowering like a quail. Her anger subsides slightly.

• Saoirse: Hmph.

• She looks outside, watching people and horses struggling to walk in the wind and snow. But not the person she's waiting for.
• It's been a long time since the agreed meeting time in the message.
• Saoirse's pale fingers tap impatiently on the table before stopping abruptly and turning to the maid with a sharp look.

• Saoirse: Did you really deliver the letter to Anders?

• Maid: I assure you, Miss Lyndon. I heard Mr. Anders promise that he would uphold the appointment.

• Maid: Maybe Mr. Anders has been delayed by something...

• Saoirse no longer speaks, her anxiety aggravating by the minute.
• The snow isn't that heavy. What could delay him for half a day?
• She subconsciously ignores the possibility she least wants to think about—Anders doesn't want to elope with her.

• Saoirse: (He won't.)

• Saoirse shakes her head. She remembers every moment with Anders, his smile ever genuine.

• However, the sky outside the window is getting darker, with the snow on the street being crushed into deep tire tracks.
• Saoirse's bright eyes lose their luster, staring sadly at the blurred reflection in the teacup.
• That person never came.

• The table is filled with delicious dishes that have long cooled down. All are Anders' favorites.
• Saoirse's gaze falls unfocused on the table, her voice heavy.

• Saoirse: Let's head back.

• The maid heeds her order and hurries out to prepare the carriage.

• ???: Get lost! Do you think our store is a place where someone as lowly as you can enter?!

• ???: I'm hungry...

• The noise at the door brings Saoirse back to reality. She looks up and sees a salesclerk kicking a half-beast.
• The weather is freezing, but the half-beast is not properly dressed. His neck and limbs are bound by a rusty iron chain tied to a stone pillar on the side of the road.
• Saoirse turns away. This kind of thing often happens in Leto and even throughout the Tara Kingdom, but it is nothing unusual.

• Maid: Miss Lyndon, the carriage is ready.

• Saoirse stands. The maid immediately drapes a heavy windproof coat over Saoirse, following her respectfully.

• The bullying at the door continues. Saoirse doesn't even bother to spare a glance and walks straight toward the carriage.

• Shop Assistant: Want to eat?

• The half-beast repeatedly nods, with a longing in his hazy eyes due to illness.
• A wooden plate full of oil stains is fiercely smashed onto the half-beast with a loud "clang".

• Shop Assistant: Haha. Eat it!

• The plate bounces a few times on the ground before rolling to the front of the carriage.
• Saoirse lifts her leg onto the step of the carriage and sees a spot of sauce stain on the tip of her shoe.
• Frowning, she turns around and glares at the salesclerk who takes pleasure in humiliating others.
• The leftover food lands on the half-beast's body and falls onto the ground. The man, unsatisfied, uses his shoe to grind it a few times.
• The half-beast, already accustomed to this, is about to bow down to lick the ruined food when—
• —Saoirse steps forward and kicks the half-beast's arm before he can put the food in his mouth.
• Bits of the leftovers inevitably splatter on Saoirse's skirt. She gives a disgusted glance and scolds the dazed half-beast.

• Saoirse: Don't eat that!

• The confused half-beast is stunned, forgetting they cannot touch humans with their "lowly" status.
• By instinct, he hugs Saoirse's leg while looking at her.

• Half Beast: I'm hungry...

• The salesclerk's expression suddenly changes upon recognizing Saoirse.

• Shop Assistant: Miss Lyndon?!

• It doesn't matter that he is so panicked because Saoirse's reputation far precedes him.
• She has a volatile temper and often drives away her servants. She has even caused a scene at some dances, making people disdainful and afraid of her.
• However, no businessperson is willing to turn her away because she is very generous with her money.
• As long as she is satisfied, even a little favor that slips through her fingers is enough to make others jealous.

• Shop Assistant: Did this beast offend you? I'll chase him out right away!

• Saoirse gives a cold laugh and casts a sideway glance at the flustered salesclerk.

• Saoirse: It was you who dirtied my shoes.

• Saoirse lifts the hem of her skirt, revealing the tips of her shoes.
• The salesclerk widens his eyes, his contorted face in disbelief.
• After all, compared to the skirt stained by the half-beast, the dirt on Saoirse's shoe tip—no bigger than a fingernail—makes it seem like she is deliberately looking for trouble.
• But even if that's the case, the salesclerk can only accept it.

• Shop Assistant: Th-this... Miss Lyndon, it's all my fault...

• The boss, accustomed to such a scene, smiles and quietly waves his hand to let the salesclerk step back.

• Shop Owner: Miss Lyndon, I apologize for the inconvenience caused by this new and inexperienced salesclerk.

• Shop Owner: How can I make it up to you?

• The boss's kind attitude makes Saoirse slightly restrain her anger. She turns her bright eyes and maliciously curls her lips.

• Saoirse: Simple—as long as you treat this half-beast as an esteemed guest, I won't hold today's matter against you.

• Shop Owner: Ah... but Miss Lyndon, isn't this a bit inappropriate?

• Saoirse: Hmm?

• Shop Owner: I'll prepare right away!

• Saoirse signals the maid to prepare the boss a bag of gold coins.

• Saoirse: Honesty is a wonderful virtue.

• Saoirse: You're a businessman, sir. You wouldn't go back on your word, would you?

• The boss's face reddens, as if the money bag contains hot red iron blocks that burn his hands.

• Shop Owner: Haha... Why would I?

• Saoirse: Remember to make sure that "arrogant" salesclerk watches the "beast" finish his food.

• Shop Owner: Rest assured, Miss Lyndon!

• Saoirse notices with a good mood that the salesclerk's expression is twisted.

• Saoirse: Okay, I have to go now.

• The hug on her leg doesn't loosen. Saoirse lowers her head and is greeted with a carefree face smiling at her.
• Feeling something within, she raises her hand to pat his shoulder, but turns away with disgust after seeing the dirt on his body.

• Saoirse: Let go!

• Sensing her anger, the half-beast hesitantly releases his arms.

• Half Beast: Miss Lyndon...

• Saoirse takes a step and leaves, but the words "Miss Lyndon" carried by the cold wind eventually reach her ears.
• The despair from Anders' betrayal miraculously disappears a little.

• *smack*
• The slap lands firmly on Saoirse's face, causing her to stagger.

• Mr. Lyndon: Are you done making a fuss?

• Saoirse's left cheek burns as the red palmprint spreads over her fair skin.
• She doesn't cover her face, nor does she cry. She only mockingly glances at her father.

• Saoirse: My dear father, does Mother know how you treated her daughter whom she guarded with her life?

• Mr. Lyndon: Shut up! I have already indulged you enough.

• Mr. Lyndon: How did you repay me? You wrote a letter to seduce Miss Danvers' fiancé and caused a scene in public because of a half-beast.

• Mr. Lyndon: You've ruined the family's reputation!

• Saoirse: Oh? Did I?

• Saoirse: Did Liv Danvers tell you, or was it Anders Harper?

• Mr. Lyndon: Don't dig into the details. Just remember one thing: never meet Anders again from now on!

• Mr. Lyndon leaves angrily.
• Saoirse watches his back as her hand touches her stinging cheek, tears glistening in her eyes.

• Saoirse: You didn't even bother to ask me who met Anders first.

• Arturo: I don't like Mr. Lyndon.

• Cyrus is engrossed, but Arturo's slightly disappointed voice pulls her attention back.
• But he is already sitting on the carpet, cuddling against Saoirse like a giant doll.
• Saoirse is holding a comb, tending Arturo's messy hair.

• Saoirse: Well, I don't like my father either.

• Cyrus remains silent, recalling the list of nobles and officials Mr. Walter instructed her to memorize.
• Among the several major families attached to the Duke's residence within the territory of the Duchy of Langston, the Danvers Family ranks in the top three.
• The Lyndon Family used to be prominent two generations ago but has gradually declined. In recent years, they were exposed for bribing an official and ultimately lost their influence.

• Langston: (But a skinny camel is still bigger than a horse, and will always live a better life than a commoner.)

• Langston: (I wonder how Saoirse ended up here?)

• Saoirse: Surprising, right? My temper in the past wasn't really good.

• The youth wordlessly shakes her head. She wants to comfort Saoirse, but soon realizes the latter is not asking for an answer.
• Because she continues to talk about the past.

• Saoirse: Later, I was imprisoned at home for a long time. Long enough for Anders and Miss Danvers to get married.

• Saoirse: Everyone says they're meant to be together. Even the Duke's residence blesses them.

• Cyrus knows that Mr. Walter is engaging in formalities to maintain the prestige of the affiliated family, but she still feels uneasy.

• Saoirse: Not long after, I received a letter from Miss Danvers—

• A faint smell of blood permeates the air as grotesque humans fill the spectator stands. Leto's largest colosseum is bustling with gladiatorial contests.
• Saoirse looks disgusted as she is guided to meet the composed Liv Danvers.

• Liv Danvers: You're not happy to see me.

• Despite being in the chaotic and disorderly colosseum, Liv is meticulous in her dress and makeup—as if attending a ball.
• Saoirse frowns at the exquisitely doll-like woman before her, feeling only absurdity.

• Saoirse: Glad you know.

• Miss Danvers' perfect smile stiffens momentarily, a hint of darkness flickering in her eyes.
• She lets out a sigh, like a concerned elder sister.

• Liv Danvers: You're still this childish, Saoirse. I don't know when you'll grow up.

• Saoirse: You don't have to put on this disgusting act in front of me.

• Liv Danvers: Right. We grew up together, after all.

• Liv's smile deepens as she raises her hand. Unexpectedly, a man appears from behind the door.

• Liv Danvers: Over here, Anders.

• Liv leans on Anders' arm, resting her head on his shoulder, smiling.

• Liv Danvers: I guess no introductions are needed, right?

• Liv Danvers: After all, Miss Lyndon is the person you first met, Anders.

• Liv Danvers: You haven't seen each other for a long time, right? You both look distant.

• Liv Danvers: But it's okay. Miss Lyndon is going to marry my brother, so you'll be seeing each other often in the future.

• Saoirse's chest heaves violently as she stares at Liv's almost flawless face.

• Saoirse: Miss Danvers. If your goal today was to provoke me, then you have succeeded.

• Saoirse turns away and is about to leave—

• Liv Danvers: You can leave.

• Liv Danvers: However, as soon as you step out of this door, evidence of Mr. Lyndon bribing the inspector will appear on the governor's desk tomorrow.

• Saoirse tightens her grip on the door's handle.
• Before the appointment, her father has warned her to satisfy Miss Danvers and cover up the bribery with the inspector.
• If you can't do it, you won't be able to keep your mother's legacy.
• Saoirse can only suppress her anger and turn back—

• Saoirse: Miss Danvers. What is it you want?

• Liv Danvers: Don't be in a hurry, dear Saoirse.

• Liv Danvers: We have all the time today.