Was it since the day that Revan had a tearful reunion with Kali?
Somehow, I had the same dream every day.
Because I have a younger sibling too...
It was the dream of my only younger brother, Alexander.
“Sister! What’s the first thing you want to do when you leave the castle?”
My younger brother, Alex, who was about 11 months younger than me, was the youngest child of Windsor Castle and my father's twelfth child.
"When I see my father, I'll ask him to send me to the academy. Studying alone isn't fun. I want to make lots of friends."
Alex suffered from loneliness a lot.
By the time he was old enough to make memories, his brothers had all left Windsor Castle.
It was just the two of us in the castle when I was nine, and Alex was eight.
Maybe that's why Alex was a little obsessed with me. Of course, it wasn't too much, and I loved Alex very much, so I was happy about that.
There were often times when he would come to my room with a pillow, saying he wanted to sleep with his older sister...
When he was eight, his nanny threatened to scold him if he continued to misbehave, and Alex cried all day.
It was cute.
And he was good. My brother.
Before regression.
I left the castle first, and Alex was later found to be incompetent.
I begged my father not to send Alex away, but he sent a twelve-year-old boy to battle.
It was likely not the demons who killed Alex on the battlefield, but assassins sent by his father.
But Alex came back alive.
Like me, awakened to an unprecedented type of supernatural power.
"Alex is busy. He's training this ability."
“Ah, Father... How do I train Alex’s ability...?”
"Are you asking if you don't know? This ability becomes stronger the more times you use it."
“I don’t know! That, that is, ah, training Alex’s ability...”
My father was a crazy man.
I should have realized it then.
He looked at me with a very pitiful expression as I cried, saying that I wanted to see my younger sibling, and told me that I had to train that child's ability.
Devil.
A monster in human skin.
"Sister, I'm fine. I have to follow Father's orders. I want to be of help to the family, too..."
When I met Alex again after a few months, there was no light in his eyes. He smiled weakly and shook his head at me, who suggested we run away.
Alex, who was practically locked up in the family's power management center.
I don't know what he went through there to train his powers. It was too horrible, I don't even want to know.
However, Alex was able to maximize this ability in just six months.
“Again... you’re going on an expedition?”
“Yeah, sis.”
"...Yes. Take care on your way.”
The boy who wanted to study with his friends at the academy took up a knife instead of a pen.
He was given the title of commander of the family's musketeers and had to be at the forefront at all costs.
Alex's mission at the forefront was neither to kill the demons nor to win the battle.
Being torn apart and eaten as much as possible, and still surviving without any problems.
It was to ‘boost the morale’ of the soldiers.
“Please retire, Alex.”
When I realized that my head was just a little bigger, and that my father was trying to listen to me as much as possible.
I rebelled and demanded Alex's release, and my father agreed.
But it seems it was too late.
Because Alex, who was mentally torn apart and worn out, refused.
"Sister, I'm really fine. This is all I'm good for. I live with you because I can do things like this."
“...”
“I’m really… okay.”
Ever since he realized I was losing sleep worrying about him, Alex started to smile brightly.
"Haha! I'll probably live the longest out of all my siblings! I'll probably be able to stick by my sister's side the most!"
Enough to make jokes about one's own abilities.
Is that why?
From some point on, I thought, “It’ll be okay,” and pushed Alex’s worries out of my mind.
“What were you doing when my neck was cut, Sister?”
Ah.
"What were you doing, Sister, when people were killing me, killing me, killing me again? Didn't you even wonder what happened to me there?"
This is... not what Alex said.
Dream.
It's a nightmare.
“What were you doing when the monsters were eating me!!!”
No, Alex. I'm sorry. I.
I'm really, really sorry.....
“Alex!!!”
I woke up screaming.
In a nightmare.
“Haa, haa...”
My whole body was covered in cold sweat.
It was still dark outside the window, but the snow was piled up and bright white.
Around this time of year, Alex's birthday, there was always a light snowfall outside. We built a snowman together, then returned to the castle, lit candles on a beautiful cake, and sang the birthday song.
On the desk, look at the calendar.
January 7th.
The year changed, and I turned thirteen, and Alex turned twelve.
And... Alec's twelfth birthday was January 2nd.
Perhaps on that day, Alex was proven to be as incompetent as before my regression.
"... I'm sorry."
I apologized very quietly, so that Alex wouldn't hear me.
As a bad older sister, I must change that child's life this time. That's the only way I can atone for my past as a bystander.
So that Alex never awakens this ability...
So that he can live happily doing only what he wants to do...
'This time for sure.'
The family's textbook of supernatural powers was written at the sacrifice of my only younger brother.
Never again will Alex's powers be recorded in that damn book.
Immortal Blood
- The power to resurrect after the holder's death.
Grade: Intermediate
First Manifestation: Alexander Wassenberg
“Huh!”
I tried to lift my leg with all my might, but I couldn't reach it.
I wanted to hang a wreath on the pillar in the center of the living room...
By the way, the person I'm thankful for who drove the nail into that faraway place without even considering my height is Ryan.
"Haha."
I heard laughter behind me and turned around to see Kali standing there.
“Please give it to me.”
Take a colorful green wreath with ribbons, snowflakes, and bell-shaped decorations and hang it instead.
"Thank you."
“What is it?”
I looked around the cozy living room of the mansion with a proud heart.
Gift boxes, large and small, on the warm, crackling fireplace mantel.
Next to the fireplace, a young fir tree as tall as me (Ryan cut it down for me, sorry, tree) was draped with winter decorations.
The New Year's feeling was strong thanks to the long, tree-shaped garland hanging on the wall and the plump candles placed here and there.
It was a view of Windsor Castle around the time of Alex's birthday.
“Your little brother will like it.”
Kali said.
“Really? Will you like it?”
“Of course. How wonderful it would be if your sister welcomed you like this.”
“Haha.”
“Vania, come here.”
Merchen, who was writing on a cake with a piping bag at the kitchen table, called me.
“How is it? Do you like it?”
"Wow!"
Welcome☆Prince☆Alexander
Indeed, our Prince, who has learned deeply from a long-standing royal family.
He was a great calligrapher...!
“It’s the best!”
“Ahem.”
When I showed both thumbs up, Merchen looked pleased and wiped her nose.
“Profit, human! Don’t touch the food, just carry the plate!”
“What the hell is that?”
At that moment, Ryan, who had been leaning over and stealing food from Revan while he was cooking, grumbled and carried the plate away.
"and!"
A delicious turkey was placed in the middle of a table decorated with pretty candles and a tablecloth.
“Is it good?”
"Yes!"
Ryan chuckled and pinched my cheek as he looked out the window.
The snow-covered landscape was tranquil.
“Is he coming today?”
"...Maybe."
I ran to the sofa in front of the living room window and sat down with my knees up. I rested my chin on the windowsill and watched to see if the carriage carrying Alex would ever pull up.
'You're coming, right?'
A red scarf neatly folded on the sofa caught my eye. It was Alex's birthday present, bought two days ago.
‘You have to come...’
He had sent a letter to Ryan, telling him that Alex, who was found to be incompetent, should be sent away.
But will he just follow his father's wishes?
And if we try to send that poor child to the battlefield to deal with it...
"Ah!"
That was when.
Outside the gate, a familiar carriage was seen entering.
I had asked Jean to pick him up, in case there was no carriage to take Alex to Belzer...
It's Jean's carriage!
“Hey! Don’t run!”
I left Ryan's surprised voice behind and ran outside frantically.
Somehow, I had the same dream every day.
Because I have a younger sibling too...
It was the dream of my only younger brother, Alexander.
“Sister! What’s the first thing you want to do when you leave the castle?”
My younger brother, Alex, who was about 11 months younger than me, was the youngest child of Windsor Castle and my father's twelfth child.
"When I see my father, I'll ask him to send me to the academy. Studying alone isn't fun. I want to make lots of friends."
Alex suffered from loneliness a lot.
By the time he was old enough to make memories, his brothers had all left Windsor Castle.
It was just the two of us in the castle when I was nine, and Alex was eight.
Maybe that's why Alex was a little obsessed with me. Of course, it wasn't too much, and I loved Alex very much, so I was happy about that.
There were often times when he would come to my room with a pillow, saying he wanted to sleep with his older sister...
When he was eight, his nanny threatened to scold him if he continued to misbehave, and Alex cried all day.
It was cute.
And he was good. My brother.
Before regression.
I left the castle first, and Alex was later found to be incompetent.
I begged my father not to send Alex away, but he sent a twelve-year-old boy to battle.
It was likely not the demons who killed Alex on the battlefield, but assassins sent by his father.
But Alex came back alive.
Like me, awakened to an unprecedented type of supernatural power.
"Alex is busy. He's training this ability."
“Ah, Father... How do I train Alex’s ability...?”
"Are you asking if you don't know? This ability becomes stronger the more times you use it."
“I don’t know! That, that is, ah, training Alex’s ability...”
My father was a crazy man.
I should have realized it then.
He looked at me with a very pitiful expression as I cried, saying that I wanted to see my younger sibling, and told me that I had to train that child's ability.
Devil.
A monster in human skin.
"Sister, I'm fine. I have to follow Father's orders. I want to be of help to the family, too..."
When I met Alex again after a few months, there was no light in his eyes. He smiled weakly and shook his head at me, who suggested we run away.
Alex, who was practically locked up in the family's power management center.
I don't know what he went through there to train his powers. It was too horrible, I don't even want to know.
However, Alex was able to maximize this ability in just six months.
“Again... you’re going on an expedition?”
“Yeah, sis.”
"...Yes. Take care on your way.”
The boy who wanted to study with his friends at the academy took up a knife instead of a pen.
He was given the title of commander of the family's musketeers and had to be at the forefront at all costs.
Alex's mission at the forefront was neither to kill the demons nor to win the battle.
Being torn apart and eaten as much as possible, and still surviving without any problems.
It was to ‘boost the morale’ of the soldiers.
“Please retire, Alex.”
When I realized that my head was just a little bigger, and that my father was trying to listen to me as much as possible.
"Please let that child do what they want to do. You'll listen to me, won't you?"
But it seems it was too late.
Because Alex, who was mentally torn apart and worn out, refused.
"Sister, I'm really fine. This is all I'm good for. I live with you because I can do things like this."
“...”
“I’m really… okay.”
Ever since he realized I was losing sleep worrying about him, Alex started to smile brightly.
"Haha! I'll probably live the longest out of all my siblings! I'll probably be able to stick by my sister's side the most!"
Enough to make jokes about one's own abilities.
Is that why?
From some point on, I thought, “It’ll be okay,” and pushed Alex’s worries out of my mind.
“What were you doing when my neck was cut, Sister?”
Ah.
"What were you doing, Sister, when people were killing me, killing me, killing me again? Didn't you even wonder what happened to me there?"
This is... not what Alex said.
Dream.
It's a nightmare.
“What were you doing when the monsters were eating me!!!”
No, Alex. I'm sorry. I.
I'm really, really sorry.....
“Alex!!!”
I woke up screaming.
In a nightmare.
“Haa, haa...”
My whole body was covered in cold sweat.
It was still dark outside the window, but the snow was piled up and bright white.
Around this time of year, Alex's birthday, there was always a light snowfall outside. We built a snowman together, then returned to the castle, lit candles on a beautiful cake, and sang the birthday song.
On the desk, look at the calendar.
January 7th.
The year changed, and I turned thirteen, and Alex turned twelve.
And... Alec's twelfth birthday was January 2nd.
Perhaps on that day, Alex was proven to be as incompetent as before my regression.
"... I'm sorry."
I apologized very quietly, so that Alex wouldn't hear me.
As a bad older sister, I must change that child's life this time. That's the only way I can atone for my past as a bystander.
So that Alex never awakens this ability...
So that he can live happily doing only what he wants to do...
'This time for sure.'
The family's textbook of supernatural powers was written at the sacrifice of my only younger brother.
Never again will Alex's powers be recorded in that damn book.
Immortal Blood
- The power to resurrect after the holder's death.
Grade: Intermediate
First Manifestation: Alexander Wassenberg
***
“Huh!”
I tried to lift my leg with all my might, but I couldn't reach it.
I wanted to hang a wreath on the pillar in the center of the living room...
By the way, the person I'm thankful for who drove the nail into that faraway place without even considering my height is Ryan.
"Haha."
I heard laughter behind me and turned around to see Kali standing there.
“Please give it to me.”
Take a colorful green wreath with ribbons, snowflakes, and bell-shaped decorations and hang it instead.
"Thank you."
“What is it?”
I looked around the cozy living room of the mansion with a proud heart.
Gift boxes, large and small, on the warm, crackling fireplace mantel.
Next to the fireplace, a young fir tree as tall as me (Ryan cut it down for me, sorry, tree) was draped with winter decorations.
The New Year's feeling was strong thanks to the long, tree-shaped garland hanging on the wall and the plump candles placed here and there.
It was a view of Windsor Castle around the time of Alex's birthday.
“Your little brother will like it.”
Kali said.
“Really? Will you like it?”
“Of course. How wonderful it would be if your sister welcomed you like this.”
“Haha.”
“Vania, come here.”
Merchen, who was writing on a cake with a piping bag at the kitchen table, called me.
“How is it? Do you like it?”
"Wow!"
Welcome☆Prince☆Alexander
Indeed, our Prince, who has learned deeply from a long-standing royal family.
He was a great calligrapher...!
“It’s the best!”
“Ahem.”
When I showed both thumbs up, Merchen looked pleased and wiped her nose.
“Profit, human! Don’t touch the food, just carry the plate!”
“What the hell is that?”
At that moment, Ryan, who had been leaning over and stealing food from Revan while he was cooking, grumbled and carried the plate away.
"and!"
A delicious turkey was placed in the middle of a table decorated with pretty candles and a tablecloth.
“Is it good?”
"Yes!"
Ryan chuckled and pinched my cheek as he looked out the window.
The snow-covered landscape was tranquil.
“Is he coming today?”
"...Maybe."
I ran to the sofa in front of the living room window and sat down with my knees up. I rested my chin on the windowsill and watched to see if the carriage carrying Alex would ever pull up.
'You're coming, right?'
A red scarf neatly folded on the sofa caught my eye. It was Alex's birthday present, bought two days ago.
‘You have to come...’
He had sent a letter to Ryan, telling him that Alex, who was found to be incompetent, should be sent away.
But will he just follow his father's wishes?
And if we try to send that poor child to the battlefield to deal with it...
"Ah!"
That was when.
Outside the gate, a familiar carriage was seen entering.
I had asked Jean to pick him up, in case there was no carriage to take Alex to Belzer...
It's Jean's carriage!
“Hey! Don’t run!”
I left Ryan's surprised voice behind and ran outside frantically.
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