“Ouch, I’m out of breath! No, what, gasp. Why are you so worried again~!”
“Then you’re not worried?!”
It was faster to run like this than to wait for a carriage and then catch it.
The binds were already shackled, and the binds would only be released if the caster moved away from a certain distance, so there was already quite a delay.
“How do you know that my father sent them!”
"What? Why is that guy suddenly sending high-level personnel? To capture my brother? Why is he so self-conscious?!"
“That’s it, oh! I don’t know! Come quickly!”
There was no time to explain. Ryan was anxious.
He was already worried after hearing Vania's words yesterday...
“Dad, I’m talking about the time you interrupted Elliot’s auction.”
"Yes."
“Honestly, I don’t want to undo it because it was something I shouldn’t have done, but I think it was something that my father would have stepped on to some extent.”
Vania said that the location where Elliot hid the drugs was so secret that it might be a problem.
“It would be difficult for an ordinary spy to find a place like that, set it on fire, and escape without leaving a trace.”
“That’s true, but how did you get your tail stepped on?”
“Father might suspect that someone is constantly returning and interfering.”
“What the hell are you talking about...?”
He really thought it was an absurd worry.
Isn't that a leap too far?
No matter how good his father's intuition is, it's absurd. How could he even suspect that someone possesses the Blessing of Return?
"He might be suspicious. My father has been hit by a regressor before. Perhaps he feels this pattern is familiar."
"What are you talking about? This is the first time we've deliberately interfered with Father's work by using regression. Who did he get in trouble for? Third Prince?"
“No, neither me nor His Highness the Third Prince.”
Are there any other holders of the "Poem of Retrograde" besides the two of them? He wondered what they were talking about, but soon realized.
"Someone who strangely never fails, and acts as if they knew things no one else would. It's truly remarkable, yet it's clear why they're able to do so."
"Ah."
“You know, Grandpa? He was the owner of the <Poem of Retrograde Movement>.”
“Ugh!”
Ryan, who had thought about that, picked up the pace of his running.
Scary imaginations spread like wildfire.
Did his father, sensing something strange as Vania had worried, begin to suspect something?
Richard. And the girl next to him was probably Christa, the holder of the highest-level attack blessing, <Storm's True>.
Why did the two people who were closest to Vania, the ones who could most easily break her heart, come to visit her?
How did they find out where the group was staying?
Did the two come here on their own?
Or... was it ‘sent’ by his father, who began to have doubts?
“Sister!”
The bed shook. Alex, who was lying next to me, jumped as if flying and hugged me with a grin.
“Once I move into the dorm, I won’t be able to see you often. What should I do? Should I just not go?”
"Oh, really? I'm fine! Don't go, just keep living with me!"
“...”
Alex, who had been saying things he didn't mean, quietly closed his mouth. I couldn't help but laugh at his cute reaction.
It was a short goodbye after dropping Alex off at the academy in the afternoon.
"I'll be visiting you twice a month. You should make lots of friends and study hard, right?"
“Yeah, yeah!”
“But, sister, what are you worried about?”
"Yes?"
“Because you have a face that looks a bit uneasy.”
Alex reached out and touched my eyebrow.
"Sister, you often made this expression when you were taking exams at Windsor Castle. When you were pressed for time and just handed in a confusing answer sheet."
“Oh, my god. Really?”
...Amazing. I'm actually struggling with something similar right now. I've come up with an answer, but I'm still anxious about whether it's right.
This time, the incident where Elliot's auction was interrupted could have escalated into a major problem.
I went undercover, thinking I'd sneak out a few slaves, but I ended up setting fire to the drugs out of the blue.
Since it was the place where Elliot hid the drugs, I briefly wondered if I could really get rid of it...
'I had no choice.'
It was a dilemma. I made a bold choice.
“Um, no. No worries.”
"Yes?"
But I didn't want to reveal this truth and make Alex worry unnecessarily.
Alex asked after a moment of silence.
“How many years have you lived, sister?”
I was puzzled by the sudden question, but soon realized something.
'You're asking how many years I've lived using the blessing of regression.'
Alex came to the capital this time and found out that I had the <Retrograde Poem>.
Because the day I met Brigitte, I regressed with Alex.
I told Alex, who knew me as the holder of <Light Restoration>, a reasonable explanation.
It turns out I have another superpower, something or other.
"Now that I know you can regress, I understand. Was it on purpose that you went to find Father, or rather, Brother Ryan?"
“...”
"You probably knew what my Bless was. That's why you were so depressed about my incompetence, so you waited until I died to awaken this ability. Instead of turning back time."
...Ha, as expected from an elite child.
“Now that I know about Sister Bless, I understand why you’ve always been so smart.”
Listening to Alex, I swallowed a sigh.
That's right. If you don't know the blessing called <Poem of Retrograde>, you wouldn't know, but if you do know...
Even twelve-year-old Alex could easily guess. My father, Duke Edgar Wassenberg, would have been no different.
'Ha, talking to Alex makes me feel even scarier.'
Alex asked while I was feeling anxious.
“What do you want to do, sister?”
“....”
I looked back at Alex.
I've always thought it wasn't necessary to burden my younger sibling, but I felt like I should let him know now.
“Sister lived for 20 years.”
“Wow! You’re an adult!”
“Right. And... I’m going to scold Dad.”
“Yeah, you said Duke? ...Kill him?”
“...”
This guy, really. I told him indirectly, but he insisted on asking directly.
“I think that’s why my older sister looked for my father, that is, my older brother Ryan...”
...Wow. I guess I should have told that to that quick-witted kid.
“Yeah, kill him. He did too many bad things.”
“Other brothers and sisters, too?”
"Yes."
“It must be heartbreaking.”
“I’m sorry, Alex.”
“No, not my heart, but your heart.”
"Yes?"
Alex hugged me tightly and said.
"Except for Richard and Christa, I've never seen anyone else, and even if I did, I don't remember them well. The same goes for Father. I only saw him once, and it wasn't a good memory. But not you, Sister."
“...”
“Before you returned, you were all originally a family, right? Were you close?”
"...Yes."
"No matter how many bad things they've done, I think it must be so painful for you, sister. Having to abandon the people you've lived with for so long, as family."
I smiled weakly. I knew Alex would offer such comfort.
"It's okay. I've been training my heart for a long time. Now, all I need is for you and Dad to be happy."
“Yeah, me too...”
Somehow Alex's voice sounded melancholic, so I added.
"If you're worried about Richard and Christa, it's okay. You can't see them now, but you will someday. You and them are the people your sister was determined to bring back."
"Wow!"
Alex jumped to his feet.
"Really?!"
“You brought it up from the beginning because you were worried about brother Richard and Christa, right?”
The smart kid must have been thinking about this and that on his own since he figured out that I had regressed.
“Well, that’s true, but...”
"Miss!"
At that time.
Kali barged into my room with a look of confusion on her face, like never before.
“Some people called Miss Brothers have come to see you outside.”
"...What?"
It was something I never expected.
I stared blankly at Alex.
The yard in front of the mansion.
As Vania had heard from Kali, the brothers were just faces she had missed.
Richard. And Christa.
“Vania! Alex!”
“Bunny!”
Vania was dumbfounded.
“Brother! Sister!”
Vania grabbed Alex, who was running towards her in excitement.
“...Sister?”
"Don't go."
She whispered quietly. Alex hesitated, then nodded.
‘Suddenly... why?’
Her mouth was completely dry.
“Then you’re not worried?!”
It was faster to run like this than to wait for a carriage and then catch it.
The binds were already shackled, and the binds would only be released if the caster moved away from a certain distance, so there was already quite a delay.
“How do you know that my father sent them!”
"What? Why is that guy suddenly sending high-level personnel? To capture my brother? Why is he so self-conscious?!"
“That’s it, oh! I don’t know! Come quickly!”
There was no time to explain. Ryan was anxious.
He was already worried after hearing Vania's words yesterday...
“Dad, I’m talking about the time you interrupted Elliot’s auction.”
"Yes."
“Honestly, I don’t want to undo it because it was something I shouldn’t have done, but I think it was something that my father would have stepped on to some extent.”
Vania said that the location where Elliot hid the drugs was so secret that it might be a problem.
“It would be difficult for an ordinary spy to find a place like that, set it on fire, and escape without leaving a trace.”
“That’s true, but how did you get your tail stepped on?”
“Father might suspect that someone is constantly returning and interfering.”
“What the hell are you talking about...?”
He really thought it was an absurd worry.
Isn't that a leap too far?
No matter how good his father's intuition is, it's absurd. How could he even suspect that someone possesses the Blessing of Return?
"He might be suspicious. My father has been hit by a regressor before. Perhaps he feels this pattern is familiar."
"What are you talking about? This is the first time we've deliberately interfered with Father's work by using regression. Who did he get in trouble for? Third Prince?"
“No, neither me nor His Highness the Third Prince.”
Are there any other holders of the "Poem of Retrograde" besides the two of them? He wondered what they were talking about, but soon realized.
"Someone who strangely never fails, and acts as if they knew things no one else would. It's truly remarkable, yet it's clear why they're able to do so."
"Ah."
“You know, Grandpa? He was the owner of the <Poem of Retrograde Movement>.”
“Ugh!”
Ryan, who had thought about that, picked up the pace of his running.
Scary imaginations spread like wildfire.
Did his father, sensing something strange as Vania had worried, begin to suspect something?
Richard. And the girl next to him was probably Christa, the holder of the highest-level attack blessing, <Storm's True>.
Why did the two people who were closest to Vania, the ones who could most easily break her heart, come to visit her?
How did they find out where the group was staying?
Did the two come here on their own?
Or... was it ‘sent’ by his father, who began to have doubts?
***
“Sister!”
The bed shook. Alex, who was lying next to me, jumped as if flying and hugged me with a grin.
“Once I move into the dorm, I won’t be able to see you often. What should I do? Should I just not go?”
"Oh, really? I'm fine! Don't go, just keep living with me!"
“...”
Alex, who had been saying things he didn't mean, quietly closed his mouth. I couldn't help but laugh at his cute reaction.
It was a short goodbye after dropping Alex off at the academy in the afternoon.
"I'll be visiting you twice a month. You should make lots of friends and study hard, right?"
“Yeah, yeah!”
Since it was only a four-day journey by carriage, eating and sleeping along the way, Belzer and the capital would likely become frequent destinations.
"Yes?"
“Because you have a face that looks a bit uneasy.”
Alex reached out and touched my eyebrow.
"Sister, you often made this expression when you were taking exams at Windsor Castle. When you were pressed for time and just handed in a confusing answer sheet."
“Oh, my god. Really?”
...Amazing. I'm actually struggling with something similar right now. I've come up with an answer, but I'm still anxious about whether it's right.
This time, the incident where Elliot's auction was interrupted could have escalated into a major problem.
I went undercover, thinking I'd sneak out a few slaves, but I ended up setting fire to the drugs out of the blue.
Since it was the place where Elliot hid the drugs, I briefly wondered if I could really get rid of it...
'I had no choice.'
It was a dilemma. I made a bold choice.
“Um, no. No worries.”
"Yes?"
But I didn't want to reveal this truth and make Alex worry unnecessarily.
Alex asked after a moment of silence.
“How many years have you lived, sister?”
I was puzzled by the sudden question, but soon realized something.
'You're asking how many years I've lived using the blessing of regression.'
Alex came to the capital this time and found out that I had the <Retrograde Poem>.
Because the day I met Brigitte, I regressed with Alex.
I told Alex, who knew me as the holder of <Light Restoration>, a reasonable explanation.
It turns out I have another superpower, something or other.
"Now that I know you can regress, I understand. Was it on purpose that you went to find Father, or rather, Brother Ryan?"
“...”
"You probably knew what my Bless was. That's why you were so depressed about my incompetence, so you waited until I died to awaken this ability. Instead of turning back time."
...Ha, as expected from an elite child.
“Now that I know about Sister Bless, I understand why you’ve always been so smart.”
Listening to Alex, I swallowed a sigh.
That's right. If you don't know the blessing called <Poem of Retrograde>, you wouldn't know, but if you do know...
Even twelve-year-old Alex could easily guess. My father, Duke Edgar Wassenberg, would have been no different.
'Ha, talking to Alex makes me feel even scarier.'
Alex asked while I was feeling anxious.
“What do you want to do, sister?”
“....”
I looked back at Alex.
I've always thought it wasn't necessary to burden my younger sibling, but I felt like I should let him know now.
“Sister lived for 20 years.”
“Wow! You’re an adult!”
“Right. And... I’m going to scold Dad.”
“Yeah, you said Duke? ...Kill him?”
“...”
This guy, really. I told him indirectly, but he insisted on asking directly.
“I think that’s why my older sister looked for my father, that is, my older brother Ryan...”
...Wow. I guess I should have told that to that quick-witted kid.
“Yeah, kill him. He did too many bad things.”
“Other brothers and sisters, too?”
"Yes."
“It must be heartbreaking.”
“I’m sorry, Alex.”
“No, not my heart, but your heart.”
"Yes?"
Alex hugged me tightly and said.
"Except for Richard and Christa, I've never seen anyone else, and even if I did, I don't remember them well. The same goes for Father. I only saw him once, and it wasn't a good memory. But not you, Sister."
“...”
“Before you returned, you were all originally a family, right? Were you close?”
"...Yes."
"No matter how many bad things they've done, I think it must be so painful for you, sister. Having to abandon the people you've lived with for so long, as family."
I smiled weakly. I knew Alex would offer such comfort.
"It's okay. I've been training my heart for a long time. Now, all I need is for you and Dad to be happy."
“Yeah, me too...”
Somehow Alex's voice sounded melancholic, so I added.
"If you're worried about Richard and Christa, it's okay. You can't see them now, but you will someday. You and them are the people your sister was determined to bring back."
"Wow!"
Alex jumped to his feet.
"Really?!"
“You brought it up from the beginning because you were worried about brother Richard and Christa, right?”
The smart kid must have been thinking about this and that on his own since he figured out that I had regressed.
“Well, that’s true, but...”
"Miss!"
At that time.
Kali barged into my room with a look of confusion on her face, like never before.
“Some people called Miss Brothers have come to see you outside.”
"...What?"
It was something I never expected.
I stared blankly at Alex.
***
The yard in front of the mansion.
As Vania had heard from Kali, the brothers were just faces she had missed.
Richard. And Christa.
“Vania! Alex!”
“Bunny!”
Vania was dumbfounded.
“Brother! Sister!”
Vania grabbed Alex, who was running towards her in excitement.
“...Sister?”
"Don't go."
She whispered quietly. Alex hesitated, then nodded.
‘Suddenly... why?’
Her mouth was completely dry.
She sees the unchanging face of her beloved brother, Richard.
A sad expression, green eyes that quickly became wet with emotion, and trembling lips.
Next to him, she can also see the childhood face of her kind, gentle, and closest sister, Christa.
Still pretty and fierce looking.
'Ah..."
Vania's heart was pounding.
She knows they are kinder and better than anyone else. She wanted to run to them and hug them right away. But...
‘...Why did you come?’
She couldn't help but doubt it.
Why now, of all times?
She was wondering if she had been followed by the Duke of Wassenberg.
How much of the suspicion is there about Elliot's ruined auction?
Are Richard and Christa the only ones here?
Who else might be there...
“Vania.”
Richard strode forward.
Vania instinctively judged as she watched him stretch out his arms as if to hug her.
‘...Don’t touch it.’
You should never be in a situation where you can't control time.
“Brother, wait a minute.”
Vania took a couple of steps back as if running away, and made a gesture to keep away. Richard hesitated.
“...Vania?”
Richard was taken aback by Vania's somewhat wary expression as she sent Alex behind her, as if trying to hide something.
It was different from the reunion he had been waiting for and imagining.
When she saw him come, he thought she would be surprised and delighted. Maybe even burst into tears.
He thought she would hug him as soon as she saw him...
“Nice to meet you, Brother. But...”
“...”
“...Why did you come?”
"Uh?"
For a moment, Brigitte's words lingered in Richard's mind.
“They don’t think of you as family anymore.”
“Oh, no... How did you know about this place?”
Even he was taken aback by the cold question of why he came, and Vania gently corrected me.
But the atmosphere of caution remained.
“If you go and stir things up, they're afraid you’ll upset their father, so they won’t even welcome you.”
'No. That would never happen...'
Richard took another step forward. Vania retreated just as much.
"Ah."
Richard was moved to tears.
However, he was unable to approach his younger sister, who was afraid of him, and he hesitated, barely able to speak.
“...Bunny, I... I just... miss you...”
A sad expression, green eyes that quickly became wet with emotion, and trembling lips.
Next to him, she can also see the childhood face of her kind, gentle, and closest sister, Christa.
Still pretty and fierce looking.
'Ah..."
Vania's heart was pounding.
She knows they are kinder and better than anyone else. She wanted to run to them and hug them right away. But...
‘...Why did you come?’
She couldn't help but doubt it.
Why now, of all times?
She was wondering if she had been followed by the Duke of Wassenberg.
How much of the suspicion is there about Elliot's ruined auction?
Are Richard and Christa the only ones here?
Who else might be there...
“Vania.”
Richard strode forward.
Vania instinctively judged as she watched him stretch out his arms as if to hug her.
‘...Don’t touch it.’
You should never be in a situation where you can't control time.
“Brother, wait a minute.”
Vania took a couple of steps back as if running away, and made a gesture to keep away. Richard hesitated.
“...Vania?”
Richard was taken aback by Vania's somewhat wary expression as she sent Alex behind her, as if trying to hide something.
It was different from the reunion he had been waiting for and imagining.
When she saw him come, he thought she would be surprised and delighted. Maybe even burst into tears.
He thought she would hug him as soon as she saw him...
“Nice to meet you, Brother. But...”
“...”
“...Why did you come?”
"Uh?"
For a moment, Brigitte's words lingered in Richard's mind.
“They don’t think of you as family anymore.”
“Oh, no... How did you know about this place?”
Even he was taken aback by the cold question of why he came, and Vania gently corrected me.
But the atmosphere of caution remained.
“If you go and stir things up, they're afraid you’ll upset their father, so they won’t even welcome you.”
'No. That would never happen...'
Richard took another step forward. Vania retreated just as much.
"Ah."
Richard was moved to tears.
However, he was unable to approach his younger sister, who was afraid of him, and he hesitated, barely able to speak.
“...Bunny, I... I just... miss you...”
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