I Became the Male Lead’s Adopted Daughter

“...Not really?”

Leonia shrugged her shoulders.

She was the very picture of composure.

The reason her existence had been erased from those love letters and marriage proposals was obvious, even without it being said aloud.

They all looked down on her—as the illegitimate child of the Voreoti family, born of an unknown mother.

In noble society, prejudice ran deep and narrow.

And this was the heart of the capital, where the rumors about Voreoti were at their worst.

Not even the infamous Duke of the North could escape the stain of “an illegitimate scandal.”

But Leonia didn’t find any of it particularly upsetting.

Strange that I’m not shocked at all.

Even to herself, it was odd. If she had to guess, maybe it was because she hadn’t formed any real attachment to the parents who’d given birth to her.

Her mother had run away for love—an estranged member of a Voreoti branch family. Her father was supposedly some unknown wandering knight.