I Became the Male Lead’s Adopted Daughter

“Is there some new trend in the capital I don’t know about these days?”

It was a scorching afternoon with the sun blazing overhead.

Leonia, having stepped outside the mansion, sipped a chilled drink under the canopy installed at the grand gate.

Reclining on a long, low chair more suited for a summer villa, wearing tinted sunglasses, she looked exactly like a tourist on a beach holiday.

But make no mistake—Leonia was in the middle of receiving a guest.

“What kind of trash keeps showing up at our house?”

She pushed her round sunglasses up slightly and peered past the gate.

There, standing fully exposed under the relentless sun, was Count Erbanu.

The once-vaunted pink hair of his house had turned nearly white, and his face was deeply lined with wrinkles.

Compared to the brief encounter they’d had at last year’s banquet, he had aged dramatically.

“Even when I was little, there were always fools who didn’t know their place and tried to provoke House Voreoti, like they were begging to be killed.”

Leonia set her drink down on the table and slowly sat up.