LSBVF ~ 01

Chapter : 01

[Come on, let’s give it a try.]

“Come on, let’s do it.”

Don’t be scared. You can do it!

Clover is super smart, after all!

Clover nodded.

Then, with a confident look on her face, she used her ‘divine power’ on the ground.

And then—

Pop!

A tiny sprout suddenly popped up from the spot where Clover had used her power.

“I did it!”

[I did it!]

The freshly sprouted seedling was small, green, and vibrant.

Overjoyed that she had managed to use her power, Clover bounced up and down before crouching down to poke the seedling.

At that moment—

Snap.

The seedling’s neck bent with a little crack.

“……!”

Then its leaves turned yellow, and it withered before collapsing limply onto the ground.

“I didn’t do it…….”

Another failure.

Clover sat down dejectedly and pulled out the withered seedling.

The seedling, whose roots had already dried up, came out with a weak little pop.

“I failed again today.”

She had failed yesterday.

And the day before that.

And today, she had failed yet again.

She had been trying every single day, only to discover a brand-new way to fail every single day.

By now, she was sick and tired of the word ‘failure.’

The tiny child let out a deep sigh and muttered,

“Maybe I can’t do it……?”

Was Clover simply too weak to use her divine power like everyone else?

The moment Clover became completely dejected, Lucky floated right in front of her eyes and said,

[It’s okay, it’s okay, little squirt! You can practice again!]

“Again?”

[Of course! You can succeed the next time! That’s what trying is all about. You keep going until you succeed! Don’t let failure get you down. Be brave!]

“Be brave!”

[That’s right! Then next time, you’ll succeed wonderfully. So don’t worry.]

“Mm-hmm! I’ll succeed!”

At Lucky’s words, Clover instantly cheered up and sprang to her feet.

“Right! I just have to practice again!”

If she failed, she could try one more time.

And if she still failed, she could try twice more!

The dejected look she had worn only moments ago had completely disappeared.

“I’ll practice really, really hard and show Daddy later.”

[Yeah, yeah.]

And when Daddy came to find Clover later—

Clover would be able to use such an amazing power.

So she would ask him not to send her anywhere.

Clover quietly murmured to herself.

‘I want to live with Daddy…….’

Then she used her divine power once again.

Sparkle.

Her tiny hands began to glow faintly.

The Grand Ducal Family of Cloudian, who ruled over the power of storms.

Every member of the Cloudian family was born with the power of the storm.

From the moment they were born, they were able to freely wield that power.

Throughout history, there had never been a child born with the Cloudian name who could not use their divine power.

There was only one.

“Stupid thing…….”

Everyone except Clover.

Clover was the youngest daughter of the Cloudian Grand Ducal Family, and she was four years old this year.

Yet Clover had no ability to control the wind or rain.

Because she was the only child ever born into the Cloudian family without the power of the storm.

Perhaps that was why.

Clover had been entrusted to her maternal family, the Dempfer family, immediately after she was born.

‘I would like you to take care of this child.’

Four years ago, the Duke of Cloudian had left the child with the Dempfer family after saying nothing more than that.

Of course, he hadn’t simply dumped the child on them.

He had sent an enormous sum of money to the Dempfer family as the child’s expenses.

But still—

‘Does he think I’m some kind of nanny?’

Count Dempfer had already heard the rumors about the youngest daughter of the Cloudian family.

The only child born without the power of the storm.

A defective child who had failed to manifest any of the characteristics of the Cloudians.

He had even heard that there had already been heated discussions within the Grand Ducal Family about what to do with the child.

And yet, the Duke had simply dumped her on him!

‘It’s practically the same as abandoning her with me!’

But Count Dempfer could not refuse the Duke’s request.

And so, in the end, he was forced to take responsibility for his useless niece.

Still, he tried to think positively.

‘Although this child doesn’t have the golden eyes that symbolize the Cloudians, nor does she possess the power of the storm…….’

There had never been a direct descendant of the Cloudian family who failed to awaken their power throughout history.

So perhaps this child might awaken her power once she grew older.

And once she did, perhaps she would repay the aunt who had raised her!

However, that hope was crushed within only a few years.

“Can you really not do anything?”

“Clover can do it.”

“Do what?”

“Sprout!”

Clover carefully spread out both hands, and a single sprout popped up.

But it withered before long.

Watching the scene, Count Dempfer’s expression turned cold as he said,

“Who said I wanted to see something like that?”

At those words, Clover lowered her head sadly.

But Count Dempfer didn’t care.

What he wanted to see was the power of the storm.

That mighty destructive power that only direct descendants of the Cloudian family were supposed to possess!

Yet Clover was already four years old and still hadn’t manifested anything resembling it.

Of course, Clover did have a ‘divine power.’

“Where are you supposed to use something as useless as this?”

Clover’s divine power was the power of sprouts.

The ability to make a tiny sprout grow.

It was so trivial, insignificant, and worthless that Count Dempfer became angry whenever Clover used it.

And he grew increasingly irritated.

“I don’t even want to look at you, so get back to your room.”

The moment the Count finished speaking, the child hurriedly bowed her head and left the room.

Her shoulders were drooping.

Count Dempfer watched the tiny head bob as she hurried away.

Click.

The moment the door closed, he clicked his tongue and muttered,

“They dumped this useless child on me the moment she was born…….”

Had the Cloudian family been disposing of useless direct descendants who could not properly use their ‘divine power’ like this all along?

If that was the case……

“The Cloudians aren’t anything special after all.”

Count Dempfer muttered as he recalled the child who had been nervously fidgeting.

Clover lowered her head, drooped her shoulders, and hurriedly scurried out of the room.

Click.

But after the door closed—

‘Hmph!’

Clover’s drooping shoulders immediately perked back up as if nothing had happened.

She glanced around before sticking her tongue out at the closed door.

Then, after making sure there was no one around, she quickly pat-pat-patted her way down the hall.

‘Hurry, hurry!’

Clover ran with both hands clenched tightly.

As soon as she reached her room, the child immediately shut the door.

“Haah, haaah…….”

Then she began to catch her breath.

That was when it happened.

The golden four-leaf clover tucked into Clover’s hair fluttered and fell down.

“Yip!”

Clover expertly caught the four-leaf clover with both hands.

The four-leaf clover nestled in her tiny palms sparkled and spoke.

[Good job, little one!]

“I did good?”

[You did great! Now write in your diary! Hurry up before you forget! Write everything down carefully!]

“Okay! I’ll write carefully!”

With a determined expression, Clover pulled a worn piece of parchment from beneath her bed.

Then she began scribbling crooked letters across the still-blank space.

She was still clumsy at writing.

But she could write.

August 2nd, weather sunny.

Aunt got angry again.

She told me not to tell Daddy.

[Write down that she called you an idiot, too.]

Clover carefully wrote it down.

Called me an idiot.

[You forgot the final consonant.]

“You forgot it.”

Clover carefully wrote it again.

Called me an iddiot.

“I’m all done.”

Clover proudly held up the parchment, now filled with writing.

She blew gently on the ink, going hoo-ooh, so that it would dry faster.

Flutter.

The parchment shook, and the words Clover had written could briefly be seen.

They said:

Clover only got a little bit of food.

Louis pushed Clover. He did not apologize.

They said Clover was useless!

They said Daddy wasn’t coming!

.

.

.

Clover giggled happily as she dried the ink.

Watching her, the four-leaf clover spoke in a satisfied voice.

[You did a good job, little one.]

“I did good?”

[You did great! With this, we can defeat the evil aunt!]

The four-leaf clover let out an evil little laugh.

“Hehehehe.”

Clover followed along, laughing like an evil little child.

“Hehehehe.”

Then she carefully rolled up the parchment.

“Now I have to hide it really well.”

She pushed the rolled-up diary underneath the bed.

She didn’t forget to cover it with an old blanket, either.

As the blanket fluttered, the space beneath the bed was briefly revealed.

There was quite a large pile of parchment hidden there.

Every single one had been written by Clover herself.

She had been writing them ever since she learned how to write.

And in those ‘diaries’……

Every time Count Dempfer had gotten annoyed.

Every time the maids of the Count’s household had ignored her.

Every time her cousin Louis had bullied her.

And so on.

She had written down everything, without missing a single day.

Even the tiniest things!

For now, the diary was precious evidence carefully hidden beneath Clover’s bed.

But once it was revealed, there was no doubt that it would cause an enormous uproar.