I Became the Youngest Daughter of the Mafia Family

ct her!”

“Lady…!”

Damian raised his hand again, but he didn’t budge.
He stared into her golden eyes which were staring back at him and then lowered his hand, swear words slipping out of his lips.

“What a waste of time.
Brat.”

Picking up his jacket, Damian walked past Ashmia and left the room, shoving Vanessa roughly with his shoulder during the process.

“L-Lady! Are you okay?!”

As soon as Damian left, Vanessa looked at Ashmia’s red, swollen cheek with tears in her eyes.
Vanessa couldn’t help but cry.

“It’s okay.
I’ll be fine.
It’ll get better if I cool it with some cold water.”

“Why did you protect me?! I should’ve been hit!”

“There was no reason for you to get hit, so why would you be?”

“Miss…”

Vanessa quickly brought a towel soaked in cold water with tears still in her eyes.
Feeling the coolness on her cheek, Ashmia took a seat on the sofa and praised herself for not killing Damian.

“I have fried chicken!”

While the towel was being soaked in the water once more, the man from a while ago came back in a hurry with a fried chicken wrapped in paper.
The scent made Ashmia salivate, forgetting the pain in her cheek.

“Do you have Cola?”

“Yes, here it is!”

“Yes! Thanks!”

Ashmia smiled and turned to Vanessa who had a puzzled look on her face.

“Shall we have a late night snack?”

It was a really tough day until the very end.
Ashmia couldn’t eat all of it, so she thought of sharing with Vanessa as compensation.

As she unfolded the paper wrapped around the chicken on the table, Ashmia ripped off one of the delicious looking chicken legs with one hand.
Ashmia felt happy, thinking she was lucky to be revived for that exact moment.

***

Her mother, Maverett Kalanishiel, introduced a young woman to Ashmia one day.

“Oh, hello Miss! My name is Vanessa Willer!”

Maverett comforted Ashmia who was hiding behind her.

“Mia, shouldn’t you say hello? She’ll be your bodyguard from today.”

“…What is a bodyguard?”

“Someone who will protect you, Mia.”

Maverett smiled and continued.

“She’ll always protect Mia, even when mom and dad won’t be around.
So come on, sweetheart.”

tl/n: i left it out because it didn’t sound right in english, but here maverett is saying “언니가” which translates as “this older sister” and she’s referring to vanessa.
for the future, just so you know vanessa is older than ashmia.

Ashmia was trembling, but she still carefully grabbed Vanessa’s extended hand.

“…Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too! I will sacrifice my life to protect you for the rest of my days!!”

“That attitude is good, but don’t be too fussy from the first day.”

“S-Sorry!”

Seeing Vanessa reply nervously to Maverett’s joke, Ashmia burst into laughter.

Even after Maverett’s death, Vanessa kept her word.
When Ashmia had fallen into despair, Vanessa did not leave her side until the end.

Beyond physical security, she encouraged and comforted Ashmia to carry on with her life.

The ‘Ashmia’ from the memories was grateful to Vanessa for protecting her for nearly a decade.
For Michael Rose, however, Vanessa’s current appearance was very unfamiliar because the person Michael remembers was a self-proclaimed mad dog.

Vanessa, who lost one eye and one arm after the ‘bomb truck incident’ was always at the forefront of the mafia war that followed.
Her near-suicidal assault, which fully exploited her abilities, was always feared by her enemies. 

Not many people knew that it was a form of Vanessa’s self-punishment because she went mad with guilt for failing to protect Ashmia.
She had done such reckless things countless times and ultimately met her end one day when the war was over.
After killing hundreds of people alone with thousands of bullets, she shattered like glass and ended her life.

***

“The Black Lion’s mansion?”

Ashmia asked, tilting her head while preparing for her discharge by wearing the clothes that Vanessa had brought her.

“Yes.
The young Lady’s safety comes first, so Don Kalanishiel talked about letting you stay with him for a while.”

“Who said that?”

“That’s what Master Damian said.”

“…My brother?”

Ashmia stopped while she was buttoning her shirt.

‘That’s a little surprising.’

However, because of his appearance last night, Ashmia began to suspect that her brother also had some kind of plot.

“But Don Kalanishiel was against it.”

“Of course he is.”

“Huh? Why?”

“Because I can’t show my weakness to the person who tried to kill me.”

“That’s true, but…”

Ashmia could understand what Vanessa was saying.
No matter how important appearances are, Vanessa complained that there was nothing more important than the safety of his daughter.