ICTV - Chapter 56

ICTV - Chapter 56

I changed The Villain

“These people will move separately from us. They want to spend some peaceful time together.”

“Oh my, really?”

Monica covered her mouth with her palm as if she hadn't noticed that.

“I thought the atmosphere was somewhat similar, but you were brother and sister. You look so good. Our kids stay together all the time.

“I don’t want to be there.”

“Haha, they’re really nice-looking siblings, right?”

"Yes. It's really nice to see. Then I will quickly go and get my husband. He also said he wanted to see the exhibition with Edgar.”

"..."

Beryl has been quiet since a while ago. The reason was obvious. I'm sure you'll be busy thinking about the phrase 'brothers and sisters who get along well'. Those needless bright red cheeks were proof of that.

Vigilance became more relaxed.

The same person would prefer the gentle Edgar to the inscrutable Belial. Edgar bowed his head.

“Then you two. I hope you have a fun time."

“Have a good time too. It won’t be of much help, but I will definitely attend.”

“Why doesn’t English help me? “I’m so happy just because you came.”

Edgar motioned to Iris.

“Come here, Miss Iris. When Madame Monica comes back, we will go see the whole exhibition right away.”

“Yes, Edgar.”

Iris was about to turn away but then looked back at Taksha once more. It's funny considering that Iris and Taksha were close friends in the original work. I had no idea that a connection would arise like this.

I looked at Iris closely. There were doubts as to whether the two would be able to become close even after the original story ended, but Iris was already convinced that Taksha was new.

It was a warning sign. I don't know why. 

At that time, Edgar spoke while still maintaining his distance.

“Miss Iris, I think Taksha is fascinating.”

“Edgar.”

“There are no children your age in our mansion.”

Edgar whispered to Iris.

“Miss Iris. If you want to become close to someone, it's best to compliment them first."

“… Edgar, I just...”

Iris was unable to finish her sentence but then seemed to have made up her mind and approached Taksha. 

Edgar and I looked at them with interest. Taksha was so absorbed in the picture of a bread basket decorated with lovenika flowers that he didn't even notice Iris approaching. 

Iris looked at Taksha.

“Taksha.”

"Ah, yes!"

Taksha quickly stood at attention.

“As I introduced you earlier, my name is Iris Ionette.”

Taksha still bowed his head stiffly.

“Yes, Miss Iris.”

“You don’t have to call me that. I'm just a commoner studying under Edgar."

"Still… .”

“Please do me a favor.”

“Okay, then okay.”

When Taksha hesitated, Iris called Taksha again.

“Anyway, Taksha.”

“Yes, no..! Huh!"

Taksha nodded. Iris looked at Taksha's face carefully and said.

“Your cheeks.”

My cheeks? 

Taksha pointed a finger at his soft cheek. Iris nodded and continued speaking.

“It’s like bread dough.”

“Huh? Why?”

“Well, it’s really white and desirable.”

Taksha froze.

“If you ferment it in a warm place, your stomach will swell....”

“Ugh! I’m going to go back and train harder!”

Taksha cried and ran to Mera, and Iris, embarrassed, looked back at Edgar.

“Why?! Edgar said I could praise him!”

"..."

“I definitely praised him... !"

“Miss Iris. I’ve said many times that no matter how much you say something with a complimentary intention, the listener can take it in a different meaning.”

“But all I could see was the cheek!”

"Yes?"

“It looked really soft, so my eyes kept falling...!”

It seems to be similar to the way children like slime in the original world. Then Madq. Monica said.

“Edgar! I brought him here!”

Next to Madam Monica stood a person who was presumed to be her husband.

“Let’s go now!”

“Ah, then we’ll just leave. Miss Iris, it may be a pity, but let's postpone getting to know Taksha until later."

Iris sullenly took Edgar's outstretched hand.

“Lady Pale.”

Edgar said before following Monica and his husband.

“Thank you for agreeing to talk to me. See you at the charity party.”

With those words, Edgar disappeared, and Beryl muttered.

“He seems like a good person.”

“Yes, the person who is trusted by everyone."

"Hey.”

Beryl narrowed his eyebrows.

“The person is so good that it’s suspicious.”

“That’s surprising. I think you like him."

"I did...I’m just confused because it’s my first time seeing something like this. Be careful of that kid. In some ways, he’s a really scary kid.”

"Why?"

“Do you know how difficult it is to maintain a noble position with a smiling face? He is truly respected as a member of the same noble family.”

"..."

I stared at Beryl.

"What, why are you looking at me like that?”

"No. Surprisingly, my brother is a nobleman. I thought you were aware of this.”

“Hey! No matter how bad I am, it’s not that bad?! You don’t even know that you’re like a little sister?!”

“You have no choice but to not know. Whenever you get the chance, you run out into the forest.”

“That’s right.”

Beryl, who had hit the nail on the head, cleared his throat. I questioned.

“If I were to ask you who you hate more between Belial and Edgar, who would you choose?

"..."

Beryl stroked his hair.

“… Edgar.”

"What?"

“It’s Edgar… !"

"No, what are you asking about someone you just met today!!”

Beryl suddenly pretended to put a headlock on me. Of course, I am the one who asks these questions about the person he met today, but my brother is the one who answers them.

"Why?"

“No, what should I say about this?”

Beryl sighed but spoke steadily.

“I have often heard rumors about Edgar Credrian. If he had had a brother, he would have become a priest instead of continuing the family line. In the first place, the Cedrian family itself is famous for having people with good personalities, but that guy was particularly famous.”

“Is that really the reason?”

“...Uh, he’s an extremely good guy.”

Beryl ruffled his hair roughly.

“Why is there no middle ground for you? There are extremely bad guys and extremely good guys. Can’t I just meet someone who has both strengths and weaknesses?”

“If that’s the case, you shouldn’t even meet your brother.”

"This."

Beryl pursed his lips.

“Anyway, you too be careful. If a person like that changes his mind once, you'll be in big trouble.”

“Don’t foreshadow ominously. Why did you say you were going to the charity party when you were so reluctant?”

“It’s a bit like getting help to clean your mouth. Just give back the amount of help you received and stay away. So how did you happen to have a relationship with that guy?”

“At the Temple of Harmonia. We’ve continued to run into each other strangely since then.”

“Isn’t it bothersome? Because of your personality...”

“I also received help from that person.”

“What help?”

“I got some advice. Can’t be ignored.”

Beryl, who was about to say more, reflexively closed his mouth.

“It was advice I kept thinking about.”

"..."

Beryl stared at me.

"What's the matter?"

“No, a person who always gives advice to others gives advice, and that too to a third party. I was surprised to hear that you received it.”

“I was surprised at myself too. I can't believe I'm getting that kind of advice from someone I've only met a few times. I was too embarrassed to say anything at the time, but he sent me an invitation. Let’s talk about it one more time.”

I bowed my head.

“Even after receiving the invitation, I was hesitating because I didn’t know what to do, but Belial told me to go first.”

“...Duke?”

"Huh. I can't just say I don't like it either. Seeing what he was doing, I guess he secretly wanted to talk to that person.”

The reason was obvious. This is because changes occurred little by little after talking with that person. 

I said, still with my head down.

“Am I really pathetic?”

“What if you’re pathetic? It’s reasonably humane and nice.”

Beryl looked around the exhibition hall and shrugged his shoulders. It was a somewhat noisy but pleasant atmosphere as it was not just an exhibition for nobles, but for all classes.

“I told you so many times. Since you are born as a human, you have to make some mistakes and show your shortcomings rather than your strengths to live like a human?”

Beryl grabbed my arm.

“Now, let’s shake off our bad feelings and go see the exhibition.”

"Huh."

While wandering around the exhibition hall with Beryl, I discovered three paintings that were particularly popular with people. All of them were great paintings, but three paintings were especially great. Beryl says,

“The paintings that received the best evaluations from the event committee members are displayed separately here. how is it? Isn’t it a good picture for you to see?”

I and Beryl stood side by side in front of it. I stared at the picture without moving and called Beryl.

"You know, brother.”

“What? Why are you calling me?”

“Isn’t archery your best job in the world?”

"Yes."

It was a sudden question, but Beryl nodded immediately. I continued to ask.

“Do you want to do well at that?”

"Of course."

“But what if you can’t become the best in your field no matter how hard you try?”

“Is there no need to make assumptions?”

"What?"

Beryl looked straight at me.

“It’s true. No matter how hard I try, I can’t be the best in that field.”

“No, that’s not what I meant…!”

Beryl mischievously pressed my head with his palm.

“What, so you’ve always thought I could be the best?”

“Get your hands off me!”

“I didn’t know you overestimated me so much. I guess you respected me deep inside too? That’s right, where is there a brother as popular and cool as me? Uh?"

"..."

“You are thankful that you have an older brother like me. What, why are you being so upset?”

Beryl looked at me who was strangely quiet, in surprise.

“Open your face. The already ugly kid looks even uglier because he’s doing that.”

“...How can you do that?”

Beryl, who was more passionate about archery than anyone else, would say something like that. I couldn't help but be shocked. But Beryl spoke calmly as if he was talking to someone else.

"It's okay. The moment would come someday anyway. I’m just thankful that that moment came quickly.”

“… Since when did it start?"

“Duke Serenity, after meeting him.”

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