The Villainess Duke Lady Hides Her Identity

I was the Pope’s perfect operative. To execute my mission—stealing the treasured heirloom of the Kraytan Duchy—I drank a shrinking potion to slip inside unnoticed. “Why are my hands so tiny?! What’s with my voice?! Argh, my pronunciation! Why am I so short?!” Something went horribly wrong, and I regressed into a five-year-old child. Failure meant death. I was ready to do whatever it took to survive in a toddler’s body, but then— “Leponya Kraytan. From this day forward, she is my daughter.” I ended up adopted as the Duke’s youngest child. *Fine by me! I was planning to use them to find the heirloom anyway!* *Since it came to this, I might as well enjoy the high life before they disown me.* Or so I thought… Why is this family treating me with so much love when we don’t share a drop of blood? This adoption was just a cover for an infiltration. I know I should cut ties and run before I start building up useless expectations. Yet, I can’t seem to take a single step away. Would it be so wrong of me to wish for this warmth to be real?