I cannot forgive that woman.

That woman is Rosemary, my stepmother, only four years apart in age from me. The betrayer who, after my father's death, stripped me of everything belonging to the Wisteria Marquisate.

I thought I wouldn't care if I were ruined, so long as I could drown her in a sea of regret and despair. But then, one day, a major incident occurred that reshaped my understanding in the worst possible way.

The rondo of a wicked daughter and her stepmother opens now.

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