I was tormented by my inferiority complex.
The one who didn't approve of this was my grandmother.
At the same time that she was despising my non-blood-related little sister, she held excessive expectations for me.
No, perhaps it wasn't expectations.
It was just what my grandmother said.
"As a lady from the House of Ratreia, you must possess talent that won't shame us."
And then I was forced to study etiquette and detailed ceremonies.
I wasn't able to do them well, and each time I failed, she got angry.
Each time, my grandmother would say:
"If you become enthralled by an adventurer, you will muddy our blood."
I knew immediately that she was talking about my father and mother.
My grandmother despised my father who worked with all of his might.
I then hated my grandmother.
That's why, when a person calling herself my brother's Shisho came and and revealed my mother's whereabouts, rather than stay with grandmother I decided to follow my father.
Yes. My father was at a loss.
He wondered if he should leave me with my grandparents.
My mother inherited the blood of Milis nobles, and my father descended directly from Asura nobles.
There were no problems with my lineage.