The Girl My Family Ignored Became the Warrior They Could Never Reach Chapter 08

The Girl My Family Ignored Became the Warrior They Could Never Reach Chapter 08

I showed them around campus, had a meal with them, and finally walked them out.

Only then did Celine, who had been on edge the entire time, seem to relax. She stepped forward and hugged

me.
Then she whispered in my ear, “It’s a shame I couldn’t keep you home to watch everyone spoil me. But the

next time you come back, there won’t be any place left for you at home.”

She stepped back to rejoin them, waved at me, and smiled brightly.

I smiled too.

There had not been a place for me in that family for a long time. I had no use for a corner offered out of

charity.

From that day forward, I would build a life of my own.

Once the academy’s first–year combat training ended, classes began in earnest.

Between the classrooms, dining hall, and library, every day felt busy and fulfilling.

Then one Friday afternoon, my roommate and I left class together and found Evan waiting outside.

He stood beneath the shade of a tree in a white T–shirt, still handsome enough to draw attention from

everyone passing by.

Knowing I could not avoid him, I stopped in front of him and asked flatly, “How did you know where to find

me?”

He lowered his gaze, unable to hide the dejection in his expression.

“I got your class schedule from someone.”

I nodded, still unable to understand what he wanted.

Noticing my irritation, he quickly pulled a box from his pocket.

Inside was a bracelet.

He pressed his lips together before speaking cautiously.

“I bought this overseas. I know what I did was wrong, and I know I hurt you.”

“I’m sorry.”

My roommate covered her mouth, desperately trying not to squeal at the scene unfolding in front of her.

I could tell the bracelet was more expensive than the basic diamond necklace he had given Celine.

I looked up at him.

“It’s for me? Then I can do whatever I want with it, right?”

Delight flashed in Evan’s eyes. He thought he had won me over.

“Of course!”

I took the box, walked to the nearest trash can, and dropped it inside without hesitation.

Then I turned back to him, my voice calm.

“No matter how many gifts you bring me, they will all end up in the same place.”

“And I’m busy. Having to waste time dealing with this is genuinely annoying.”

With that, I returned to my roommate.

“Come on. Let’s get something to eat.”

She looked from Evan to me and lowered her voice.

“What did he do–offend the Moon Goddess herself?”

“He switched my enrollment behind my back.”

“Oh… yeah. That’s unforgivable.”

Evan was close enough to hear us. His eyes immediately reddened, and even his hands began to tremble.

I smiled and walked away with my roommate without looking back.

For an entire year, Evan appeared at Silvermoon Academy every Friday.

He always stayed at a distance–not too close, not too far–watching me with unmistakable devotion.

At first, people teased us. Once they learned what he had done, however, they began looking at him with open

disgust.

Some even muttered, “What a creep.”

Evan finally understood just how indefensible his actions had been.

What he had done was so outrageous that he had no excuse, no leg to stand on, and no chance of ever

earning my forgiveness.

When my sophomore year began, he stopped appearing.

I later learned that he had returned to the Southern Territory.

My life grew busier.

I entered competitions and searched for internship opportunities.

I deliberately reduced contact with my family and never went home for any school break or holiday except

Christmas.

During winter break of my junior year, Mom and Dad finally realized something was wrong when my polite distance from them never faded.

“Are you still blaming us because we treated you unfairly?”

I was surprised.

“So you knew you had treated me unfairly?”

My surprise was completely genuine, but somehow my question struck a nerve. Mom stared at me in

disbelief.

“All we did was ask you to give in to Celine a little. Was that really worth holding a grudge?”

Dad shouted at me.

“You always had food and clothes, and we made everything up to you later. How did we raise such an ungrateful daughter?”

I shook my head and looked at them calmly.

“I’m not holding a grudge. Not at all.”

“I know you fed me and gave me a place to live. I’ll support you when you’re older and make sure you have the best medical care and are comfortably provided for.”

“But you gave your love to someone else. I simply can’t feel close to you anymore. That’s all.”

Mom’s eyes reddened as tears streamed down her face. Dad slammed his hand on the table and told me to

get out.

I did not argue. I picked up my suitcase and returned to school immediately.

Liam sent me two messages.

Liam: [I have no right to try to change your mind. I hope you soar.]

Liam: [If you ever get tired, there will always be a place for you in Moonveil Pack.]

I did not reply.