There was a saying about how a stone that gathers moss will be knocked out of its place by a rolling one, but this had never applied to the twenty-year-old Ciel Lionheart. After all, she was a noble lady of the prestigious Lionheart Family. When she was thirteen, Eugene was adopted, but he didn’t drive anyone out. And, of course, Ciel herself wasn’t the kind of stone to be displaced just like that.

She was born to be loved by the members of the main house. Cyan felt threatened by Eugene, but to the young Ciel, her brother looked ridiculous. She had been cute and lovely since she was born, and she knew how to efficiently use the weapons she was born with. Her stupid, slow brother didn’t have that kind of ability, so he was often harshly scolded by their mother. Meanwhile, Ciel did not get scolded at all. She knew what kinds of actions would result in a scolding, and when she had to do something that warranted it, she knew how to avoid getting scolded. That didn’t change even after she grew up; moreover, she also began to work hard in areas that she hadn’t worked on when she was a child.

Ciel had no intention of becoming a pretty, cute flower. The Lionheart clan was a prestigious warrior clan, and in order to be recognized by them, a cute and lovely smile wasn’t enough; she needed proper skills to become a real Lionheart. Thus, she grabbed a sword and started to swing it. Seeing that she did it all on her own, her parents loved her even when she wasn’t acting cute in the slightest, while the knights of the main family all made time to help her train.

‘I wasn’t wrong.’ Ciel gritted her teeth. 

Ever since she was little, she had been quick-witted. She was aware of how her mother secretly desired a cute, lovely daughter. She also knew that her mother wanted to spend time like an ordinary noble mother and daughter—holding teacups instead of swords and wearing cute dresses rather...