˜Do I really have an ability?'

If so, what is it? Why can't I see it?

The next morning, the talk with Seos flickered in Leticia's mind.

"You don't need to be awakened, because you already have an ability."

˜It would be nice if I really did.'

But at the same time, there was a contradictory wish that she didn't want to have the ability.

˜If I really had the ability.'

What about the discrimination and the neglect she has suffered so far?

˜No, I still need the ability, so that my family won't be ashamed of me any more.'

Leticia wanted to tell her family that she had an ability, but she didn't know what it was, so she decided it was better to keep quiet. They wouldn't believe her if she told them anyway.

"What on earth is this ability?"

What kind of ability is it for it to not awaken?

"Miss."

"..."

"Miss?"

"...Oh, sorry. Did you call me?"

Leticia, who blankly stood there, turned in surprise. There, the baker was enthusiastic and readily to teach her how to make tarts.

The image of El and Ian, who fought with each other the day about making tarts, came to mind, and Leticia paid a visit to the kitchen. Fortunately, the baker who worked at the mansion said he would help.

As she made it, she thought about getting close to her siblings while giving them dessert like before.

"How about figs on top of the tart?"

"Yes, thank you."

With the help of the baker, Leticia rolled out the dough with a stick, put it in a mold and baked it in the oven. She spread fig jam on top of the freshly baked tart to bring out the flavors, and also placed the chopped figs on top of the jam.

"Well done, young lady."

At first glance, the fig tart looked delicious.

The fig tart was better than she had expected and Leticia was very proud.

"Thank you for your help."

"I'm glad I could be of help, Young Lady."

After expressing her gratitude to the baker, Leticia cut the tart into quarters and separated them on a clean plate. Then the baker asked,

"Are you not going to eat it, Young Lady?"

"It's okay, I can make another one and eat it later."

Leticia said thank you again for today and left with a plate of fig tarts.

Soon the first place she went was Diana's room.

"Diana."

Leticia knocked on the door of Diana's room. When there was no response, she spoke again.

"Hey, can I come in?"

But there was still no answer. Leticia knocked on the door and went in, but Diana seemed to be out.

˜She's not here.'

As she left the room, she ran into a passing maid. It was the maid who was assisting Diana.

"Miss, what's wrong?"

"Oh, it's ......."

After a moment of hesitation, Leticia handed the maid a plate.

"Can you pass this to Diana when she comes back?"

"Yes, of course."

It was a pity that she couldn't see Diana in person, but it was okay.

Leticia gave her regards to the maid and then went to Emil's room. Fortunately, this time Emil answered.

"Come in."

As soon as the permission was granted, Leticia carefully opened the door and entered.

A brilliant mind, Emil always excelled at the Academy of Sciences and earned the fullest expectations of his professors and the family. He was now in the midst of preparing for the Imperial Civil Service exam.

"What's wrong, sister?"

"Oh, I have something for you."

"...?"

Leticia placed the tart plate she was

"...this is ......."

used to like desserts, so I

"...."

hope it's to

beckoned him to try it quickly, but Emil only looked at Leticia silently.Then he quickly said with

"Sister."

"Yes?"

little busy right

immediately understood what he

"Sorry, then work hard."

with an embarrassed look on her face, she let out a long sigh. She didn't have high expectations, but she didn't

him the tart. It was obvious that he didn't like it, but

went to Irene's room to hand her a plate

like tarts. I don't

"Oh, it's ......."

sigh naturally escaped from

to smile and

try one bite to

"I don't want to..."

"..."

"I don't like it."

she didn't want to look at it any longer. Leticia couldn't

"I'm sorry."

be so uncomfortable, and she couldn't hide her

days when even a small dessert was a luxury, Irene ate the burnt cookies without hesitation and even

suppressing her melancholy. In her room stood

"Miss, are you here?"

"Yeah......."

the tart she was holding down on the table and sat

did the tart

"Oh, I made it..."

"Really?"

loaded with ripe figs, looked amazing

"It looks delicious."

was sitting sadly, looked up at those

you like to try

Can I really eat

try it and let me know if

fork in Mary's hand. After a moment of panic, Mary meekly

she put it in her mouth, her expression

"Miss....."

it

"Whoa ......."

expression. She looked at Mary with a stiff face

it's bad, just

"It's so good!"

"Really?"

good. Did

twinkling. Leticia felt her nerves relax as

glad you like

a pity that Irene didn't eat the tart, but she was relieved that it still suited

***

it was

allowed to eat

Xavier told me to eat

maidservants through a crack in the open room,

tart is

By the way, I heard that it was

"Are you sure?"

Thump.

the faint beating sound in her heart. She hoped it was just an illusion, but they

you gave it

her lip as she

the others eat

pounding on the door, so Leticia entered cautiously. But the room was quiet, no one was

˜Where did you go?'

saw

"..."

given Emil was

looked as if it

No, it couldn't be.

can't eat when

out of the room feeling bitter and burning in her eyes. She bit her lip hard to

it to others, and Emil didn't

between the maids and the

all right.

headed towards the fountain when she stopped. Strangely, there were many birds gathered there

as if they

"No way, it's ......."

but she kept approaching it as

she saw the birds eating the discarded tarts, Leticia

"..."

broken in pieces and shoved into

***

"The first young lady."

the meal was over, the maids rested for a while. In the middle of gathering and eating the remaining dessert, one of the maids began to look around. As soon as she saw that

"She has an ability."

"What?"

"Really?"

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