Waking up as Cinderella's Stepsister

CHAPTER 8

"So, you're saying that the commander over there is Sir Drake's father, we're on vacation at a villa owned by Sir Drake's family, and there's nothing wrong with the palace?"

Drake, who had been leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, opened his mouth at Anastasia's interrogating questions.

"It wasn't that there was nothing wrong. It turned out that there was actually a conspiracy with some forces.”

Anastasia asked, raising her eyebrows.

“You’re talking in the past tense?”

Then Drake tilted his head.

"It wouldn't have made any difference. We had to prepare as much as possible for various possibilities."

But contrary to what he was saying, he knew that the situation wasn't too bad. It was because he knew that the heart of the King was being shaken by the Prince's hard attitude that he would rather die if he could not marry Ella.

“Anyway, it wasn’t not that dangerous, but you made it seem like something serious happened and lied to me.”

“The resulting situation seems like that, but as I said before, we only prepared for various possibilities.”

Drake, who responded to Anastasia, turned his head to look at his father, Havel, and narrowed his eyes.

‘If he hadn’t appeared like that, it would have been a smooth ending by now.’

As he revealed his resentment in his eyes, Havel shrugged his shoulders as he sat in his seat.

It's a pity that he wasn’t prepared for the unexpected variable of his father, and as Drake shut his eyes tightly and opened it, Anastasia's voice was heard.

“Why did you do this?”

Anastasia's eyes were full of confusion.

How much should I hide and how much should I reveal?

The thoughts on Drake's mind flashed back to the day she and him first met.

'This bread! Eat the Siberian Husky with watermelon seeds!’

It was the way back after patrolling around the castle. He stood up at the shrill voice resounding through the trees covered in twilight shadows and looked around.

As he covered his footsteps and approached, he saw a woman screaming into the air.

Even though he could not understand her words, he felt as if his stuffy heart was being cleared out as he listened quietly.

It was ridiculous to see himself secretly spying on a woman he did not know while hiding in the bushes, but strangely, he kept looking at her.

For a while, she had alternated between sad lamentations and shouts, and then quietly turned her body and disappeared, as if she had never done so.

He wanted to talk to her, but he stopped himself in case she would get in trouble.

With regret, he stared endlessly at her empty spot, where she had been standing, and turned away with heavy steps.

Just in case, he visited the hill again the next day, and fortunately, he was able to see her again there.

The next day, the next day. So his search for the hill continued for a long time.

He could feel her changing emotions as he listened to her, from her emotions being bitter to then being lighthearted.

After screaming her heart out, she used to go down the hill at dusk, but one day she left in a hurry after dark.