"Since then, I’ve developed a habit of exaggerating even the smallest things. I wasn’t good at anything, so I couldn’t get any attention. But when I did, how wonderful it was."

The Medlit mansion, filled with luxurious furniture and art pieces.

Viretta’s father, Cadelon Medlit, sat in his armchair, finishing up his description of his daughter to his in-law.

Having repeated this story dozens of times, Cadelon had now practically memorized the way he told the first exaggeration, and surprisingly, Monaine listened seriously.

"To think she caught a wolf at the age of nine, she’s quite a talented young lady. If you raise a child like that well, she could become a fine warrior."

"No, my friend. I appreciate your kind words, but what strength did Viretta have? She probably just chased away a large wild dog or something like that."

It was nice to hear compliments about his daughter, but Cadelon was wary of inflating expectations too much.@@novelbin@@

When you pay a high price for something, you naturally expect it to be worth the price.

Cadelon, keen on keeping Viretta's worth in check, carefully tried to manage the image of his daughter.

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