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>“But why do you want to help me?”

Akkard asked a natural question.

As she disclosed, Count Primula’s estate has long traded with the temple.

No matter how confidentially was guaranteed, Damia’s assistance would clearly jeopardize her house, and no matter how ‘small’ her help was it would be clearly a significant betrayal to the Great Temple.

Damia grew quiet at his sharp question.
And laughed, embarrassed.

Her face resembled a lost man.
Akkard thought perhaps she didn’t have a right answer.

After a moment Damia spoke, tilting her head and lowering her eyelashes, attempting to hide her vulnerable face.

She was clearly being honest, feeling exposed.

“I want to destroy ······ Cesare.”

It wasn’t just a conflict between stepbrother and stepsister anymore.
In comparison, it was rather cute that Cesare manipulated her first love, Kael, into breaking her heart and breaking them up.
Compared to what Cesare intends to do afterward.

The moment he sneaked into her bedroom, Damia knew.

The moment has already passed to maintain a decent relationship with Cesare.

‘Besides he’s even going so far as to touch Cecil.’

Damia’s eyes grew cold and dark.

From her point of view, he was an enemy of the Primula family and to its heir apparent, even though Cesare was adopted.

Where did he get such insolence to dare to commit such atrocities?

Damia had always wondered about that.
Cesare wasn’t impulsive because her father, Count Primula, was away.

Cesare was too cunning for that.

So she speculated Cesare had a backer.
And what if his backer was the temple?

‘Then in the Great Temple has already betrayed me, they have chosen Cesare over me,’

Damia deduced realistically.

The Great Temple had more than enough power to replace the successor of a count.
And Damia wasn’t good or passive enough to allow herself to be pushed out of her seat like this.

Even if the Primula family’s business is smooth thanks to the Great Temple, what good was it? If she was ousted from her successor position due to a conspiracy, it would be over.

“…You want to destroy…… Your stepbrother?”

asked Akkad, in a tone of astonishment upon hearing her answer.

Alarmed Damia, who looked up reflexively, checked his countenance.

It was a very bizarre sight.
To an outsider, Akkard looked like an indignant man baring his teeth.
But in Damia’s eyes, it looked like he was smiling.