One morning in April.
The Lord, who was sitting all alone in the large and spacious dining room of the main house again today, lit up as soon as he saw me.
“What’s wrong with you!”
"I came to have breakfast with Dad for the first time in a while."
"Really?"
I took the bowl of thin soup (patient food) that I had gotten directly from the kitchen, went over to Ryan, and sat down next to him.
"I'm almost fully recovered now, so I don't throw up after eating anymore. So, maybe I'll try stealing some of your food, Dad."
"Oho?"
Ryan handed me a fork and asked.
"Is that lie about being cured true?"
"It's not a lie."
"I suppose so."
The day Ryan returned to his estate after the countship conferment ceremony.
On that day, which Ryan recalls as a welcome ceremony he will never forget, I fainted spectacularly in front of everyone.
It didn't matter because all the servants in the castle knew about my physical condition.
The problem is that I ended up getting caught in vain by Nike, the very person I had spent ten days trying to hide my condition from.
And the bigger problem is.
The fact is that I couldn't answer the proposal.
Just as Ryan said, the engagement ring I received without even being able to answer has been on my left ring finger ever since that day.
"Don't push yourself too hard. There is no need for you to step forward."
"Yeah, thanks for worrying about me. I'll step up when I'm fully recovered."
At those words, Ryan immediately pulled my right cheek tight.
"Ah~ Ah~!"
"There is no way for me to know if you're fully recovered or not, so saying that is meaningless. Don’t say it."
“Why wouldn’t there be a way to know? If I say I’m cured, then I’m cured.”
“Fuck it. Do you think you wouldn't fool me? I just came to the restaurant to lay the groundwork, thinking you might say you're fully recovered.”
That's sharp.
“If you collapse again, the Third Prince will devour me. He earnestly warned me to keep an eye on you so you can't use your supernatural abilities, so you should really listen to him.”
"Is this right?"
"What?"
“Who would destroy a medical cartel in such a crude way?”
"Your boyfriend."
...I have nothing to say. Because it is the truth.
Nike, having found out about my condition, declared to Ryan, "I'll catch Diana Wasenberg first!" and returned to the island.
I couldn't believe it. Is it a wild boar?
It means to prevent the establishment of a medical cartel by eliminating the culprits themselves.
“It’s the surest way. I’ve already told you what the Third Prince is thinking.”
Ryan said, chewing on the food in his mouth.
“He was planning to just sweep Diana clean if things blew up quickly, too. So now that everything is almost ready, there’s no need to beat around the bush. The more I think about it, the more I like your boyfriend—he’s so bold.”
"Haaah."
I heard about Nike's plan.
Simply put, capturing Diana is the signal.
The plan is to start with her and immediately face the day of the decisive battle.
Ryan's sword would be fully sharpened by that time anyway, and the plans and preparations for the day of the decisive battle were completed long ago.
Furthermore, if things continue at this rapid pace, there is no need to worry too much about the 'father's' clutches that will gradually reach out now that Ryan has secured the countship.
But for some reason, I felt uneasy.
"You get indigestion if you eat too fast."
"Yeah, don't worry, human digestive medicine is here."
Ryan waved his hand wildly while stuffing bread into his mouth.
He is confident.
It seems like they don't even consider things like failure or variables.
"Come to think of it, today is the day Alex has his exam."
“Gasp! You're right?”
Ryan only let out an exclamation of surprise and did not look surprised at all.
"Aren't you worried?"
“Why worry? He’s the type who gets a perfect score on every test. You really have nothing to worry about.”
"That's true."
It is an important exam that Alex has been preparing for a long time, but actually, I'm not worried either.
The reason Alex suddenly came to mind is not because of the exam, but because of the fact that he is currently 'in the capital'...
“I wonder what Christa and Richard have been up to lately?”
"Suddenly?"
The last time I saw them was more than three years ago.
My kind and innocent Christa, who came to me sobbing, saying that the father who kicked me and Alex out seemed like a bad person.
How did she grow up?
Approaching it was a crazy thing to do, so naturally, I couldn't do it.
I only expect that someday Father will definitely use her or Richard to bring them closer to us.
"Hehe."
“...What? That sinister smile.”
I was thinking in my head and eating with my mouth, but somehow I saw Ryan resting his chin on his hand and observing me.
"Seeing that you only pick out the grass to eat, you must still be sick."
“...”
I glanced down at the dining table.
That is absolutely true.
“Ha, damn it.”
"Don't pretend to be healthy!"
Alexander Belzer's mind went blank.
The academy returned after taking the exam.
He sent the two escorts back to their quarters within the capital and headed to the dormitory alone.
'Don't be scared.'
It was because he found a Wassenberg carriage that had stopped right there.
It is not the case that they were banned from the Academy simply because they were from Wassenberg, so it is a situation that could exist.
'Calm down.'
He was about to head to the dormitory as if nothing had happened.
“Alex!”
A longed-for voice held his feet.
A young woman with wheat-colored hair and a splendid appearance was getting off the carriage.
It was his half-sister, Christa Wassenberg.
“It’s been so long!”
She was accompanied by two guards and three maids. This meant she had come with Wassenberg's eyes and ears.
Alex didn't know how to treat her.
The last time he saw it was more than three years ago.
Back then, he was simply glad to see Christa, who said she had come looking for him because she wanted to see him, but now... He doesn’t know now.
“We will be able to meet again later. But until then, Christa and Brother Richard must live quietly within that house.”
The Lord, who was sitting all alone in the large and spacious dining room of the main house again today, lit up as soon as he saw me.
“What’s wrong with you!”
"I came to have breakfast with Dad for the first time in a while."
"Really?"
I took the bowl of thin soup (patient food) that I had gotten directly from the kitchen, went over to Ryan, and sat down next to him.
"I'm almost fully recovered now, so I don't throw up after eating anymore. So, maybe I'll try stealing some of your food, Dad."
"Oho?"
Ryan handed me a fork and asked.
"Is that lie about being cured true?"
"It's not a lie."
"I suppose so."
The day Ryan returned to his estate after the countship conferment ceremony.
On that day, which Ryan recalls as a welcome ceremony he will never forget, I fainted spectacularly in front of everyone.
It didn't matter because all the servants in the castle knew about my physical condition.
The problem is that I ended up getting caught in vain by Nike, the very person I had spent ten days trying to hide my condition from.
And the bigger problem is.
“You're always wearing that damn ring.”
Just as Ryan said, the engagement ring I received without even being able to answer has been on my left ring finger ever since that day.
"Don't push yourself too hard. There is no need for you to step forward."
"Yeah, thanks for worrying about me. I'll step up when I'm fully recovered."
At those words, Ryan immediately pulled my right cheek tight.
"Ah~ Ah~!"
"There is no way for me to know if you're fully recovered or not, so saying that is meaningless. Don’t say it."
“Why wouldn’t there be a way to know? If I say I’m cured, then I’m cured.”
“Fuck it. Do you think you wouldn't fool me? I just came to the restaurant to lay the groundwork, thinking you might say you're fully recovered.”
That's sharp.
“If you collapse again, the Third Prince will devour me. He earnestly warned me to keep an eye on you so you can't use your supernatural abilities, so you should really listen to him.”
"Is this right?"
"What?"
“Who would destroy a medical cartel in such a crude way?”
"Your boyfriend."
...I have nothing to say. Because it is the truth.
Nike, having found out about my condition, declared to Ryan, "I'll catch Diana Wasenberg first!" and returned to the island.
I couldn't believe it. Is it a wild boar?
It means to prevent the establishment of a medical cartel by eliminating the culprits themselves.
“It’s the surest way. I’ve already told you what the Third Prince is thinking.”
Ryan said, chewing on the food in his mouth.
“He was planning to just sweep Diana clean if things blew up quickly, too. So now that everything is almost ready, there’s no need to beat around the bush. The more I think about it, the more I like your boyfriend—he’s so bold.”
"Haaah."
I heard about Nike's plan.
Simply put, capturing Diana is the signal.
The plan is to start with her and immediately face the day of the decisive battle.
Ryan's sword would be fully sharpened by that time anyway, and the plans and preparations for the day of the decisive battle were completed long ago.
Furthermore, if things continue at this rapid pace, there is no need to worry too much about the 'father's' clutches that will gradually reach out now that Ryan has secured the countship.
But for some reason, I felt uneasy.
"You get indigestion if you eat too fast."
"Yeah, don't worry, human digestive medicine is here."
Ryan waved his hand wildly while stuffing bread into his mouth.
He is confident.
It seems like they don't even consider things like failure or variables.
"Come to think of it, today is the day Alex has his exam."
“Gasp! You're right?”
Ryan only let out an exclamation of surprise and did not look surprised at all.
"Aren't you worried?"
“Why worry? He’s the type who gets a perfect score on every test. You really have nothing to worry about.”
"That's true."
It is an important exam that Alex has been preparing for a long time, but actually, I'm not worried either.
The reason Alex suddenly came to mind is not because of the exam, but because of the fact that he is currently 'in the capital'...
“I wonder what Christa and Richard have been up to lately?”
"Suddenly?"
My brothers, Christa and Richard, whom I longed to have back.
My kind and innocent Christa, who came to me sobbing, saying that the father who kicked me and Alex out seemed like a bad person.
How did she grow up?
Approaching it was a crazy thing to do, so naturally, I couldn't do it.
I only expect that someday Father will definitely use her or Richard to bring them closer to us.
"Hehe."
“...What? That sinister smile.”
I was thinking in my head and eating with my mouth, but somehow I saw Ryan resting his chin on his hand and observing me.
"Seeing that you only pick out the grass to eat, you must still be sick."
“...”
I glanced down at the dining table.
That is absolutely true.
“Ha, damn it.”
"Don't pretend to be healthy!"
***
Alexander Belzer's mind went blank.
The academy returned after taking the exam.
He sent the two escorts back to their quarters within the capital and headed to the dormitory alone.
'Don't be scared.'
It was because he found a Wassenberg carriage that had stopped right there.
It is not the case that they were banned from the Academy simply because they were from Wassenberg, so it is a situation that could exist.
'Calm down.'
He was about to head to the dormitory as if nothing had happened.
“Alex!”
A longed-for voice held his feet.
A young woman with wheat-colored hair and a splendid appearance was getting off the carriage.
It was his half-sister, Christa Wassenberg.
“It’s been so long!”
She was accompanied by two guards and three maids. This meant she had come with Wassenberg's eyes and ears.
Alex didn't know how to treat her.
The last time he saw it was more than three years ago.
Back then, he was simply glad to see Christa, who said she had come looking for him because she wanted to see him, but now... He doesn’t know now.
“We will be able to meet again later. But until then, Christa and Brother Richard must live quietly within that house.”
He knew what Vania meant by that.
To avoid being branded as reactionaries for no reason, Christa and Richard would have had to adapt to the family.
But Alex was always worried.
Humans are animals that get addicted even when they know something is bad.
It is impossible to know how the innocent Christa grew up while being raised by Duke Edgar Wassenberg.
“Alex, why are you so frozen? You haven’t forgotten my face, have you?”
“Haha, yes. It’s been a long time, Princess.”
“Princess? Why are you being so stiff? Just call me sister.”
"... Yes?"
Christa chuckled and looked back at the guards and maids behind her.
“Is there anyone here who doesn’t know that Alex is my father’s son?”
Oh, my god.
"I know everything, so just relax."
Christa smiled sweetly, approached, and hugged the frozen Alexander.
“It’s been so long, Alex. You’ve grown taller than me now.”
Alexander calmly looked after Christa even amidst the chaos.
An outfit adorned with expensive jewelry and clothes from head to toe.
A look of condescension, moderately haughty and slightly arrogant, as is typical of aristocrats who grew up in wealthy households, ordering others around their entire lives.
"Hey!"
Christa lightly tapped the arm of one of the children she had brought, who looked somewhat naive, giving her a reprimand.
“What are you doing? You have to lower the gift.”
"Yes, Miss."
The maid hurriedly got out of the carriage with a gift box.
Christa handed it straight to Alexander.
“This is a gift from your sister!”
The box was quite heavy.
"I spent a week thinking about coming to see you, agonizing over it day and night, and getting ready. Open it."
Alexander opened the box.
What came out was...
Brown teddy bear.
Given to her fifteen-year-old younger brother, who will become an adult next year, and has grown so tall that they can no longer even meet at eye level.
Teddy bear.
'Ha.'
It was a gift so lacking in sincerity that it didn't even have the effort to hide the lie that it had been agonized over day and night for a week.
To avoid being branded as reactionaries for no reason, Christa and Richard would have had to adapt to the family.
But Alex was always worried.
Humans are animals that get addicted even when they know something is bad.
It is impossible to know how the innocent Christa grew up while being raised by Duke Edgar Wassenberg.
“Alex, why are you so frozen? You haven’t forgotten my face, have you?”
“Haha, yes. It’s been a long time, Princess.”
“Princess? Why are you being so stiff? Just call me sister.”
"... Yes?"
Christa chuckled and looked back at the guards and maids behind her.
“Is there anyone here who doesn’t know that Alex is my father’s son?”
Oh, my god.
"I know everything, so just relax."
Christa smiled sweetly, approached, and hugged the frozen Alexander.
“It’s been so long, Alex. You’ve grown taller than me now.”
Alexander calmly looked after Christa even amidst the chaos.
An outfit adorned with expensive jewelry and clothes from head to toe.
A look of condescension, moderately haughty and slightly arrogant, as is typical of aristocrats who grew up in wealthy households, ordering others around their entire lives.
"Hey!"
Christa lightly tapped the arm of one of the children she had brought, who looked somewhat naive, giving her a reprimand.
“What are you doing? You have to lower the gift.”
"Yes, Miss."
The maid hurriedly got out of the carriage with a gift box.
Christa handed it straight to Alexander.
“This is a gift from your sister!”
The box was quite heavy.
"I spent a week thinking about coming to see you, agonizing over it day and night, and getting ready. Open it."
Alexander opened the box.
What came out was...
Brown teddy bear.
Given to her fifteen-year-old younger brother, who will become an adult next year, and has grown so tall that they can no longer even meet at eye level.
Teddy bear.
'Ha.'
It was a gift so lacking in sincerity that it didn't even have the effort to hide the lie that it had been agonized over day and night for a week.
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