My Daughter Grew Up to “Rank S” Adventurer - Chapter 61.7
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Angeline wondered which was stronger, her or Sasha in Bordeaux.
“Marie, how are you doing… Are you tired of drinking?”
“No, I’m fine. Besides, it’s fun to go on a mission.”
“Hmm… Didn’t you say it wasn’t challenging?”
“Well, magical beasts are weak, and the work is simple, but like Bel said, it becomes more interesting when you’re trying to discover something instead of just coasting along. It’s fun to be an adventurer! I’m glad I came to Orphen.”
Marguerite laughed, and Angeline chuckled along with her.
“…I guess so. It’s fun to observe the different kinds of medicinal herbs, the characteristics of where they grow, and the habits of magical beasts…”
“Yeah, yeah! You finally see that you shouldn’t neglect that kind of stuff, right?”
Marguerite crossed her hands and snapped her fingers.
Marguerite was evenly matched with Angeline in terms of ability, and if Angeline insisted, she could be promoted to a higher rank in one fell swoop.
However, it is Belgrief’s intention to let her start at a lower rank instead of doing so. Belgrief’s theory is that being an adventurer is more than just being good with a sword, and in many ways this is true.
There are things that can be seen by carefully doing, things that at first glance seem simple and can be done by anyone. Marguerite seemed to be on the verge of grasping that.
Angeline was of course fond of this rough but honest Elven princess, but she was also strangely mildly jealous of her.
Where Marguerite was now was the path she had once taken. She no longer felt envy towards her. In fact, as a senior, she felt a slight sense of superiority.
Marguerite looked like Belgrief’s daughter as she talked about what Belgrief had taught her and what had happened at Tornella.
Angeline puffed out her cheeks a little and lightly pinched Marguerite’s cheek across the table.
Marguerite’s eyes fluttered in protest.
“Nya… what are you doing?”
Marguerite’s skin was so smooth that she felt like she wanted to touch it forever.
She pinched it out of a little jealousy, but the texture was better than she expected, so Angeline released her pinched hand and rubbed Marguerite’s cheek with her whole palm.
“… Don’t get carried away, Urya Urya.”
Marguerite’s cheeks flushed, and she grabbed Angeline’s hand.
“You’re really weird, you know that?”
“What do you mean weird…”
“Because I don’t think you’re Bel’s daughter, you don’t have the same face or personality… Here’s your payback, kid.”
Marguerite reached out and rubbed Angeline’s cheek.
“Mmm… I’m a foundling, so it’s no wonder I don’t look like him…”
” Oh, right… Don’t you wish you could meet your real father and mother?”
“… I’ve never thought about it.”
Yes, if she is not Belgrief’s real daughter, then she should have her own blood related parents who gave birth to her. Although she had never thought about it before, it did not bother her.
However, her real parents had abandoned her. Whether it was due to neglect or unavoidable circumstances, there was no change in the fact that they had abandoned raising her.
Suddenly, a sepia-toned landscape flickered, but it soon disappeared.
Angeline pouted musingly.
“… But they abandoned me, right? That means they didn’t want me, right? I don’t think I want to meet those people, and I don’t think they want to meet me either.”
“I guess so… But it’s strange.”
Marguerite said, picking up a strand of hair and twisting it.
“Because, you know, Tornella isn’t surrounded by any other villages, right? And yet, there’s a baby abandoned there that none of the people in the village know about? How did the people who abandoned the baby get there? Why did they come all the way to a place like Tornella to abandon the baby?”
Angeline crossed her arms.
Yes, that’s true. It would take a day to get to the nearest village of Rodina, and if they came from somewhere else to abandon her, it was strange that they were not seen at all.
On the other hand, it was hard to imagine that the villagers had abandoned her. If she was pregnant, there was no way she would be able to hide it in Tornella, a small village full of familiar faces.
Is there something Father is hiding from me? Perhaps there was something he didn’t want me to know…
Marguerite, who seemed to have a scary look on her face, let out an impatient voice.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to imply that…”
“No, it’s okay. It’s okay.”
Let’s not get into a weird, cynical mindset.
It’s possible that someone who came with the troopers abandoned her in the forest without a care in the world, or that they came secretly and no one saw them.
Above all, there was no way Belgrief’s love could be false. That’s what’s important to her. I’m not concerned about my real parents, Angeline concluded.
“My father is Belgrief, the Red Devil… There is no one else. That’s enough.”
She said, but there was still a strange feeling inside her.
Marguerite nodded in silence.
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