"Explain," you heard the words dripping with venom, pierce your heart. As the villainess, Lilith Von Myliss, you had grown accustomed to the disdain reflected in others' eyes.

Your father, the duke, leaned back in his chair. You were certain this was your end.

Before you could muster an excuse to shield yourself from your father's anger, he spoke.

"Why didn't you seek my assistance?" Could it be that your cold father was displaying genuine concern? But why?