The Male Lead's Fake Sister

Chapter 57

A despoiler of farmland.

For that reason, the empire failed to grow Amnesia despite countless attempts having been made. Amnesia's detoxifying substance was affecting the other plants nearby.

Other plants would decay just being in close proximity to Amnesia. In an empire whose economy relied heavily on agriculture, planting Amnesia was strictly prohibited naturally.

But it was 15 years ago, something that only the previous generation knew….

'The granddaughter of Marquis Callister knows nothing about Amnesia.'

From the young girl's perspective, all the flowers except one seemed to be a little wilted.

Anyway, all the credit belonged to Crow for successfully delivering Amnesia to the young lady.

On the first floor, Tidwell was seen walking to Marquis Callister.

'Should I go back now?'

Ravia took her gaze off the hall. The purpose of her absence was to make Tidwell see Marquis Callister alone, most importantly, the flower on his chest. That way, he could approach Marquis Callister without hesitation.

Tidwell had made his move, so now it was time for her to return.

Of course, she already had an excuse for returning late. Ravia dressed differently from when she first entered the banquet hall a little while ago.

So she could tell him that she bumped into a person when she returned with a drink.

'In addition, it'd be hard to spot someone whose appearance changes.'

Tidwell mustn't look for her and leave his spot before he meets Marquis Callister.

That was enough as an excuse.

She pulled the curtain where she was hiding and stepped forward.

After leading Tidwell to Marquis Callister, the only role she had left today was to mingle with the crowd.

No, it ought to be like that.

“Unnie.”

If only a child hadn't caught Ravia from behind.

A strangely familiar voice and that particular way to address her….she could guess who it was even before turning around.

So Ravia turned around. The light green hair, similar to a sapphire in a water, caught her eyes. The short bob that used to sway around her shoulders was tied neatly, unlike the first time she met her.

The child bowed politely.

“We meet again,”

As their eyes met, Ravia quickly froze upon recognizing the child.

She was the child Ravia saved in Bluewell Street the other day.

Judging from her behavior and the clothes she wore at that time, Ravia didn't think that she was a child who grew up in the slum.