How to Be a Dark Hero’s Daughter

The person using the name Dr. Siebel slowly opened his eyes.

“Have you woken up?”

His assistant asked him.

He nodded his head. Siebel remembered escaping from the underground passage and returning to the hideout.

“The guards are searching the city.”

“Right. Since my client has been caught, they must be searching for accomplices.”

Siebel brushed his long hair back and said. His shiny silver hair scattered around.

“The wound is quite deep. We couldn’t call a doctor, so we just did emergency treatment.”

“Good job. It’s not easy to heal quickly when it’s a wound caused by the Duke. White magic and black magic are polar opposites. But it’s okay… This body is immortal.”

He smiled slowly.

“Recently, it’s become more common for us to take action without being asked.”

His name is Dr. Siebel. But he was more famous by another name.

‘The Friend of Crime.’

It was his secretive second name. It was a legendary name that was only used in the back alleys. He played the role of an advisor who helps people who want to commit crimes, sometimes even assisting in the crimes himself.

“I found the best lady who deserves our direct attention, Eins.”

The man called Eins silently looked at him with his glass-like eyes and lowered his head.

“The girl you wanted to get your hands on? Did you invade the palace for her?”

“Ah, yes. She’s too young to be called a lady. But she’ll become one soon enough.”

Siebel slowly stood up from his seat.

“She probably saw through my plan. Claire must have been caught. Claire made too many mistakes. Emotional crimes based on affection are always problematic. As soon as the clients get what they want, they become emotional.”

“Won’t Claire betray us?”

“You worry too much. Don’t worry. I’ve hypnotized her. She’ll choose suicide instead of speaking about me.”

If Siebel said so, it was certain.

‘She must be dead by now.’

Eins thought absentmindedly.

“Next time, choose the clients more carefully. The Doctor has too much empathy. If we keep selecting people based on their stories, you’ll keep getting hurt like this.”

Eins spoke bluntly.

Siebel smiled quietly and opened the window. It was a bright day illuminated by moonlight.

“It was worth it. I left her my first kiss. I also gave her flowers. Whether it’s chivalry, respect, or love, a man should give flowers to the woman he admires.”

“…Did you bring her flowers again? I know you want to reveal yourself to Collen, but you’re being too reckless.”

Siebel looked at the hand that had briefly touched Leticia’s forehead.

“I owe it to the Duke.”

“What do you mean?”

“I swore to take away what was most precious to Collen. I killed his mother, but that was not enough. Just killing him was not sufficient. I will completely take away his most precious existence.”

Siebel held a deep grudge against Collen.

“He doesn’t know what the palace people did, and how they sacrificed people to create the most powerful dark wizard, including his father.”

Eins listened quietly to Siebel’ story.

“I am grateful to the Duke for falling in love with such a beautiful and perfect child. She was worth taking and destroying.”

Siebel smirked.

“Leticia, the name is perfect too. The white wizard needs three kisses.”

“…”

“Now that I’ve left my first kiss, I’m looking forward to the next one.”

He already wanted to see her again.

Leticia. Siebel rolled the name around in his mouth, thinking it was a name that suited a pretty night with the moon.

* * *

Collen came back very late that night. I was trying not to fall asleep, holding a teddy bear in front of the fireplace, when I heard Zion opening the door for Collen.

“Leticia, are you still up?”

“Dad, I’ve been waiting for you.” 

Collen took off his gloves and approached me, patting my head.

Ah, nothing happened this time.

“Clare is dead.”

Then we couldn’t have obtained any information.

I bit my lip.

“Master, the young lady not need to know…”

“Be quiet, Zion. Yesterday, Leticia saved many lives. She has the right to know.”

I nodded my head slightly.

“Just in case, don’t blame yourself, Leticia. Claire took her own life to escape the crime she committed. It’s not your fault.”

As I expected. I held the teddy bear in my arms even tighter.

“The things in this world are not always beautiful. You saved your friend today and prevented a greater tragedy.”

I was relieved that she was saved.

At that moment, I thought.

“Then… did you find out anything at all? The person of the red flower that Dad was looking for was an accomplice…” 

“No. Because she died before the interrogation even began. But one thing, she died leaving a message on the prison wall before her death.”

“What did it say?”

“She wrote ‘I’m sorry, and thank you.’ Something like that.”