Black Leopard Family’s Snow-Leopard Baby, Sir/Madam

I was born a mixed-blood child, abused by my maternal grandfather, and died—because I was a useless child who could not awaken the family’s ability.

I returned to the past with my memories intact, but the choices weren’t much different from before.

Keep living and be abused to death just like in my previous life, or go find my father, who hates me terribly.

'I don’t want to die again.'

In the end, I went to find the father who supposedly despised me, clutching a single rocket in my hand as proof that I was a daughter of the Black Panther family.

"Please... please let me stay here."

What I asked for was protection until I came of age. Once I was old enough to live on my own, I planned to leave without burdening anyone. I was a useless child, after all.

But...

"My precious daughter, if anyone lays a hand on you, I’ll tear out their throat immediately."

The father I thought hated me is far too kind to me, and...

"Hey, Peldi. Stop hugging Tiel up and down like that. I told you girls around her age need to be treated very delicately."

"Where did you learn that idiotic theory? Tiel likes being hugged."

The older brothers I thought were scary adore me too much, and...

"Tiel, I’ve decided to pass the position of clan head to you."

My paternal grandfather suddenly says he wants to hand over the clan headship to me.

Um... weren’t all of you supposed to hate me?