I Became the Male Lead’s Adopted Daughter

"The same one as before."

Leonia ran her palm over the plush seat.

The large, black carriage bearing the Voreoti family crest and its steady, unshaking seats were exactly like the one she had ridden in when she was adopted from the orphanage.

"See? I didn’t throw up this time, so I can ride again."

"Instead, that poor tree took the brunt of it."

Ferio also recalled that same day.

"That just means it got good fertilizer! If we go check now, I bet it’s grown a lot."

"I’ve never felt sorry for a tree before. You really have no conscience."

"Of course I don’t! I take after you, Dad."

"My conscience is as vast as those mountains."

"Yeah, dried up and barren—just like your conscience."

As the father and daughter exchanged their usual childish bickering, the carriage smoothly entered the city.