100 You! Don't tell me you're trying to rob the cradle and make a move on my daughter!

Even Su Youzi didn't understand.

That figure had already become so blurry in her own memories.

Why, then, had she realized the instant she saw him... that he was her father?

Su Youzi understood even less.

Her father, who had almost been "forgotten" by her and her sister long ago and should have existed only in some forgotten corner of her memories—

The instant she saw him, why had her eyes... suddenly started to sting again? The windblown dust immediately blurred her vision.

Perhaps... deep down, Su Youzi had always been yearning for family and affection.

But... "Yao"?

Su Youzi listened to the name that her father had subconsciously murmured.

That name... which was practically taboo to the entire Soga Family.

Mother—

Her mother, who had died in a medical accident.

Did she... really look that much like Mother?

It seemed she did.

Aunt Asami had once held Soga Toyura, who was nearly suffocating beneath a pile of facial cleanser, and told Su Youzi:

Although little Toyura's bearing resembled the mother of the two sisters more.

But... in terms of figure and various other aspects, Youzi had inherited more of those traits.

At the time, Su Youzi had thought that what Aunt Asami meant was probably the proud curves she had inherited—unlike the nearly cursed, steel-plated physiques that she, Soga Toyura, and Soga Ishikawa Kiyomi had "inherited" as one of the Soga clan's traits.

"Not..."

"I didn't learn how to cry from Mother."

"If Father had seen Big Sister, she would've been the real professional crybaby."

Su Youzi wiped the corners of her eyes, only then realizing... that she... had actually said that title so simply and effortlessly.

But... at the same time—

Outside the royal city of the Holy Royal Court—

Soga Toyura, who was following His Eminence the