Who Stole The Empress (R15)

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The faces of the two men who confirmed each other hardened at almost the same speed.

Roselyn smiled obliquely, looking at the two who looked alike, “Brothers are brothers indeed,” she thought.

She sat down at the table first, and said to them,

“Why don’t you sit down instead of standing like that? You seem to have been standing for a while now.”

“Why is Cassion here? I don’t remember calling him.”

 “Because I called him.”

Tamon looked at Roselyn with a look of displeasure.

Or, more accurately, he seemed to be uncomfortable with this situation right now.

Roselyn smiled gracefully and said the word.

“Cooperation.”

He must be ‘cooperative’ for breakfast.

Yes, that was her condition. It meant that she had this situation in mind from the beginning.

Tamon glared at Roselyn with a reluctant face and meekly sat down in his seat.

Cassion, who was watching Tamon take his seat, hesitantly found his own seat and sat down without saying a word.

It was not a dining room table, so the table was not large.

So the three of them were very close. To the point they could see each other’s expressions clearly.

Tamon lifted the fork with a weak sigh.

He didn’t understand Roselyn’s intentions.

He came here to see what interesting thing she had done, but it turned out it was Cassion.

The seat was uncomfortable, and so was Cassion.

Lady Aranrosia said she invited him to breakfast, and Asrell came to pick him up.

He couldn’t believe she asked him to have breakfast with her first.

Cassion was so surprised and perplexed that he threw the wooden sword he had been wielding tenaciously all morning and hurriedly followed Asrell.

But it was disappointing that the person he met was his brother.

“Didn’t you say you were leaving?”

Tamon, who had eaten the appetizer with his fork a few times, told him to get a plate and opened his mouth first.

“I plan to stay here until Owen recovers. I’ll take care of him until then. Brother.”

Cassion’s voice was stiff as he answered, but it wasn’t out of defiance or rebellion.

He was nervous.

It was Tamon who didn’t pay attention to Cassion no matter what he did.

Tamon had never refused and listened to all the demands even if they were childish or wild.

At that time, Cassion thought it was natural.

His older brother who took care of him, who was weak and he took care of the family and fulfilled all his needs.

In his arrogance, he took it for granted.

That was his brother’s affection for him and guilt.

But it was not.

“Cassion, I’m not generous to those who want to covet what is  mine. But since you are my one and only flesh and blood, I have been merciful once.”

The coldest voice Cassion had ever heard rang in his ears.

It was also the same brutal voice that said if he was not his flesh and blood, Tamon would have pulled out both Cassion’s eyes and cut off his ankles by now.

His older brother didn’t love him, or feel sorry for him, so he indulged him.

He was a thorn in his eyes.

Cassion self mocked himself sadly.

His illness was cured, and his confidence, which he felt as if everything in the world belonged to him, was gone in an instant.

He was nothing.

And that was the truth he hid under the words, “It was mine to begin with.”

He no longer had the arrogant pride of being a follower of the great Tamon Krasis.

So he didn’t know what to do.

He felt gloomy and listless.

Even being in his parents’ house was a thorn in his side, but it was not easy to leave. It seemed that if he left, he would be far away forever.

Even though he heard harsh words from Tamon, he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

‘Am I a fool? No, that doesn’t mean there’s any solution…’

If Aranrosia didn’t tell him to learn self-defense, he might have locked himself in his room and done nothing.

Cassion glanced sideways at the man and the woman sitting like a painting.

As he felt at some point, the two of them unknowingly resemble each other.

They seemed to be completely different, but the odd resemblance made the two of them seem more relaxed. 

‘What is it?’

Cassion glanced at Roselyn and made eye contact.

His face flushed like someone who had been caught doing something wrong.

She stared at him casually, and glanced at his hand holding the knife. 

“I heard you’re working hard. You’re practicing.”

“Did you hear that?”

Cassion looked up in surprise and joy, and he glanced at Tamon, who only glanced at Cassion, but Cassion’s heart seemed to throb even at that.

“I also heard from Jorge that you seem to have a talent for spearmanship.”

Cassion’s expression brightened at once. He was glad that she understood his efforts.

Cassion bit his lips tightly with a face that seemed to be shaking hard if he had a tail.

If he hadn’t put so much effort into it, he would have laughed himself silly.

“Well, it’s all thanks to being healthy.”

Cassion looked at Tamon’s face as he quietly recited.

“You must be healthy thanks to the good medicine.”

Roselyn smiled quietly and corrected Cassion’s words.

The brothers’ eyes turned to Roselyn.

Roselyn finished her appetizer, not caring about that cold stare. 

Just before the next plate came out, Roselyn took out a small box that had been placed beside her and offered it to Cassion. 

“What’s this?”

Cassion asked with his eyes wide open, as if he didn’t think it was his. 

“Open it.”

Cassion opened the box as if he was possessed. Inside was a pair of practice gloves used by beginners. 

The faint blue ornament embedded on the back of the gloves was similar to the color of Cassion’s eyes. 

“You’re giving it to me? A gift for me?”

Cassion’s voice trembled faintly. The unexpected gift made him forget Tamon’s existence.

 Tamon, on the other hand, stared at Roselyn as if to say, “What the hell is going on?”

Roselyn tugged again on the end of the box she had offered to Cassion.

“I’m not giving it to you for free.”

 “What?”

It wasn’t actually that great of a gift, but she lifted her chin as if she were a queen bestowing great things.

“First, don’t say ‘It was originally mine’ again.”

Surprised, the area around Cassion’s eyes turned red.

“Second, say thank you for the medicine.”

The word “to whom” was omitted, but it didn’t need to be said, everyone knew what she meant.

“Um, what’s that…”

“Who would you like to be thanked by………..”

The two brothers opened their mouths at the same time.

Roselyn raised her finger and brought it up to her lips.

“Shh,” she said, looking at Tamon this time, as she signaled for him to be quiet.

“You’re going to have to accept it.”

Tamon stared at Asha for a moment with a gasp.

A heavy silence fell on the table.

Asrell, who had been carrying the plates, stepped back.

She cheered Aranrosia with quiet and enthusiastic eyes.

Aranrosia was the only one who could bully those brothers who could neither hate nor love each other.   

And after provoking them both at the same time, how encouraging and reassuring it was to see them so calm and composed.

Asrell could see why Satin shed tears whenever he was moved.

Because she wanted to do the same now.

“I don’t think you’re the type to do this.”

Tamon said in a quiet, somber voice.

Roselyn did not deny it.

“If it was before, I would not have interfered in such a personal matter, but now I want to interrupt. It’s for my own good.”

“What do you mean, for you?

“Just, this is my vicarious satisfaction, not for the two, but for me. So I just want you to cooperate.”

“Vicarious satisfaction?”

Cassion intervened, asking what that meant.

Whether it was intentional or not, Roselyn’s voice changed.

“I don’t have a brother to say thank you, I’m sorry, I miss you anymore.”

Depending on how one listened, it sounded really sad.

They could even see the sadness in her slightly lowered eyes.

Even after observing her for a long time, Tamon couldn’t tell if it was a real face or a fake face.

She would sometimes create a dramatic voice to express her opinions in meetings. 

“So I hope the two of you are willing to cooperate.”

He couldn’t believe she was making such an insolent request in such a gloomy voice.

…But he couldn’t help but listen.

Tamon laughed hollowly, shaking his head lightly as if he couldn’t win.

He looked at Cassion and shook his head as if to tell him to hurry.

Cassion had no idea what was going on right now.

Nothing came into his mind about what was going on, but the only thing that was certain was that now was the opportunity.

Hesitantly, Cassion quickly rose from his seat.

He clenched his shaking fists, reddened his earlobes, and squeezed his throat.

“I know it’s too late, but actually, ah, thank you, brother!”

His voice that burst out was louder than expected.

Even the listeners felt uneasy with his trembling voice.

“I’m immature and I’m not very good at expressing myself…….I didn’t mean to be mean to brother. So, please don’t hate me too much.”

Cassion squeezed his eyes shut.

The tips of Tamon’s ears turned red as well.

He was not sure how to take this.

“Uh….I see.”

He sat cross-legged, looking uncomfortable.

Rarely bewildered eyes prowled the table with Roselyn, and he added a word like a sigh.

“I know what you mean, uh, I see…”

“Um, I….I…”

“Cassion.”

He swept his hair like he was hot, shaking his head to tell Cassion to stop now.

“That’s enough.”

Still, the tips of his ears stained red.

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****

The faces of the two men who confirmed each other hardened at almost the same speed.

Roselyn smiled obliquely, looking at the two who looked alike, “Brothers are brothers indeed,” she thought.

She sat down at the table first, and said to them,

“Why don’t you sit down instead of standing like that? You seem to have been standing for a while now.”

“Why is Cassion here? I don’t remember calling him.”

 “Because I called him.”

Tamon looked at Roselyn with a look of displeasure.

Or, more accurately, he seemed to be uncomfortable with this situation right now.

Roselyn smiled gracefully and said the word.

“Cooperation.”

He must be ‘cooperative’ for breakfast.

Yes, that was her condition. It meant that she had this situation in mind from the beginning.

Tamon glared at Roselyn with a reluctant face and meekly sat down in his seat.

Cassion, who was watching Tamon take his seat, hesitantly found his own seat and sat down without saying a word.

It was not a dining room table, so the table was not large.

So the three of them were very close. To the point they could see each other’s expressions clearly.

Tamon lifted the fork with a weak sigh.

He didn’t understand Roselyn’s intentions.

He came here to see what interesting thing she had done, but it turned out it was Cassion.

The seat was uncomfortable, and so was Cassion.

Lady Aranrosia said she invited him to breakfast, and Asrell came to pick him up.

He couldn’t believe she asked him to have breakfast with her first.

Cassion was so surprised and perplexed that he threw the wooden sword he had been wielding tenaciously all morning and hurriedly followed Asrell.

But it was disappointing that the person he met was his brother.

“Didn’t you say you were leaving?”

Tamon, who had eaten the appetizer with his fork a few times, told him to get a plate and opened his mouth first.

“I plan to stay here until Owen recovers. I’ll take care of him until then. Brother.”

Cassion’s voice was stiff as he answered, but it wasn’t out of defiance or rebellion.

He was nervous.

It was Tamon who didn’t pay attention to Cassion no matter what he did.

Tamon had never refused and listened to all the demands even if they were childish or wild.

At that time, Cassion thought it was natural.

His older brother who took care of him, who was weak and he took care of the family and fulfilled all his needs.

In his arrogance, he took it for granted.

That was his brother’s affection for him and guilt.

But it was not.

“Cassion, I’m not generous to those who want to covet what is  mine. But since you are my one and only flesh and blood, I have been merciful once.”

The coldest voice Cassion had ever heard rang in his ears.

It was also the same brutal voice that said if he was not his flesh and blood, Tamon would have pulled out both Cassion’s eyes and cut off his ankles by now.

His older brother didn’t love him, or feel sorry for him, so he indulged him.

He was a thorn in his eyes.

Cassion self mocked himself sadly.

His illness was cured, and his confidence, which he felt as if everything in the world belonged to him, was gone in an instant.

He was nothing.

And that was the truth he hid under the words, “It was mine to begin with.”

He no longer had the arrogant pride of being a follower of the great Tamon Krasis.

So he didn’t know what to do.

He felt gloomy and listless.

Even being in his parents’ house was a thorn in his side, but it was not easy to leave. It seemed that if he left, he would be far away forever.

Even though he heard harsh words from Tamon, he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

‘Am I a fool? No, that doesn’t mean there’s any solution…’

If Aranrosia didn’t tell him to learn self-defense, he might have locked himself in his room and done nothing.

Cassion glanced sideways at the man and the woman sitting like a painting.

As he felt at some point, the two of them unknowingly resemble each other.

They seemed to be completely different, but the odd resemblance made the two of them seem more relaxed. 

‘What is it?’

Cassion glanced at Roselyn and made eye contact.

His face flushed like someone who had been caught doing something wrong.

She stared at him casually, and glanced at his hand holding the knife. 

“I heard you’re working hard. You’re practicing.”

“Did you hear that?”

Cassion looked up in surprise and joy, and he glanced at Tamon, who only glanced at Cassion, but Cassion’s heart seemed to throb even at that.

“I also heard from Jorge that you seem to have a talent for spearmanship.”

Cassion’s expression brightened at once. He was glad that she understood his efforts.

Cassion bit his lips tightly with a face that seemed to be shaking hard if he had a tail.

If he hadn’t put so much effort into it, he would have laughed himself silly.

“Well, it’s all thanks to being healthy.”

Cassion looked at Tamon’s face as he quietly recited.

“You must be healthy thanks to the good medicine.”

Roselyn smiled quietly and corrected Cassion’s words.

The brothers’ eyes turned to Roselyn.

Roselyn finished her appetizer, not caring about that cold stare. 

Just before the next plate came out, Roselyn took out a small box that had been placed beside her and offered it to Cassion. 

“What’s this?”

Cassion asked with his eyes wide open, as if he didn’t think it was his. 

“Open it.”

Cassion opened the box as if he was possessed. Inside was a pair of practice gloves used by beginners. 

The faint blue ornament embedded on the back of the gloves was similar to the color of Cassion’s eyes. 

“You’re giving it to me? A gift for me?”

Cassion’s voice trembled faintly. The unexpected gift made him forget Tamon’s existence.

 Tamon, on the other hand, stared at Roselyn as if to say, “What the hell is going on?”

Roselyn tugged again on the end of the box she had offered to Cassion.

“I’m not giving it to you for free.”

 “What?”

It wasn’t actually that great of a gift, but she lifted her chin as if she were a queen bestowing great things.

“First, don’t say ‘It was originally mine’ again.”

Surprised, the area around Cassion’s eyes turned red.

“Second, say thank you for the medicine.”

The word “to whom” was omitted, but it didn’t need to be said, everyone knew what she meant.

“Um, what’s that…”

“Who would you like to be thanked by………..”

The two brothers opened their mouths at the same time.

Roselyn raised her finger and brought it up to her lips.

“Shh,” she said, looking at Tamon this time, as she signaled for him to be quiet.

“You’re going to have to accept it.”

Tamon stared at Asha for a moment with a gasp.

A heavy silence fell on the table.

Asrell, who had been carrying the plates, stepped back.

She cheered Aranrosia with quiet and enthusiastic eyes.

Aranrosia was the only one who could bully those brothers who could neither hate nor love each other.   

And after provoking them both at the same time, how encouraging and reassuring it was to see them so calm and composed.

Asrell could see why Satin shed tears whenever he was moved.

Because she wanted to do the same now.

“I don’t think you’re the type to do this.”

Tamon said in a quiet, somber voice.

Roselyn did not deny it.

“If it was before, I would not have interfered in such a personal matter, but now I want to interrupt. It’s for my own good.”

“What do you mean, for you?

“Just, this is my vicarious satisfaction, not for the two, but for me. So I just want you to cooperate.”

“Vicarious satisfaction?”

Cassion intervened, asking what that meant.

Whether it was intentional or not, Roselyn’s voice changed.

“I don’t have a brother to say thank you, I’m sorry, I miss you anymore.”

Depending on how one listened, it sounded really sad.

They could even see the sadness in her slightly lowered eyes.

Even after observing her for a long time, Tamon couldn’t tell if it was a real face or a fake face.

She would sometimes create a dramatic voice to express her opinions in meetings. 

“So I hope the two of you are willing to cooperate.”

He couldn’t believe she was making such an insolent request in such a gloomy voice.

…But he couldn’t help but listen.

Tamon laughed hollowly, shaking his head lightly as if he couldn’t win.

He looked at Cassion and shook his head as if to tell him to hurry.

Cassion had no idea what was going on right now.

Nothing came into his mind about what was going on, but the only thing that was certain was that now was the opportunity.

Hesitantly, Cassion quickly rose from his seat.

He clenched his shaking fists, reddened his earlobes, and squeezed his throat.

“I know it’s too late, but actually, ah, thank you, brother!”

His voice that burst out was louder than expected.

Even the listeners felt uneasy with his trembling voice.

“I’m immature and I’m not very good at expressing myself…….I didn’t mean to be mean to brother. So, please don’t hate me too much.”

Cassion squeezed his eyes shut.

The tips of Tamon’s ears turned red as well.

He was not sure how to take this.

“Uh….I see.”

He sat cross-legged, looking uncomfortable.

Rarely bewildered eyes prowled the table with Roselyn, and he added a word like a sigh.

“I know what you mean, uh, I see…”

“Um, I….I…”

“Cassion.”

He swept his hair like he was hot, shaking his head to tell Cassion to stop now.

“That’s enough.”

Still, the tips of his ears stained red.

***

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****

The faces of the two men who confirmed each other hardened at almost the same speed.

Roselyn smiled obliquely, looking at the two who looked alike, “Brothers are brothers indeed,” she thought.

She sat down at the table first, and said to them,

“Why don’t you sit down instead of standing like that? You seem to have been standing for a while now.”

“Why is Cassion here? I don’t remember calling him.”

 “Because I called him.”

Tamon looked at Roselyn with a look of displeasure.

Or, more accurately, he seemed to be uncomfortable with this situation right now.

Roselyn smiled gracefully and said the word.

“Cooperation.”

He must be ‘cooperative’ for breakfast.

Yes, that was her condition. It meant that she had this situation in mind from the beginning.

Tamon glared at Roselyn with a reluctant face and meekly sat down in his seat.

Cassion, who was watching Tamon take his seat, hesitantly found his own seat and sat down without saying a word.

It was not a dining room table, so the table was not large.

So the three of them were very close. To the point they could see each other’s expressions clearly.

Tamon lifted the fork with a weak sigh.

He didn’t understand Roselyn’s intentions.

He came here to see what interesting thing she had done, but it turned out it was Cassion.

The seat was uncomfortable, and so was Cassion.

Lady Aranrosia said she invited him to breakfast, and Asrell came to pick him up.

He couldn’t believe she asked him to have breakfast with her first.

Cassion was so surprised and perplexed that he threw the wooden sword he had been wielding tenaciously all morning and hurriedly followed Asrell.

But it was disappointing that the person he met was his brother.

“Didn’t you say you were leaving?”

Tamon, who had eaten the appetizer with his fork a few times, told him to get a plate and opened his mouth first.

“I plan to stay here until Owen recovers. I’ll take care of him until then. Brother.”

Cassion’s voice was stiff as he answered, but it wasn’t out of defiance or rebellion.

He was nervous.

It was Tamon who didn’t pay attention to Cassion no matter what he did.

Tamon had never refused and listened to all the demands even if they were childish or wild.

At that time, Cassion thought it was natural.

His older brother who took care of him, who was weak and he took care of the family and fulfilled all his needs.

In his arrogance, he took it for granted.

That was his brother’s affection for him and guilt.

But it was not.

“Cassion, I’m not generous to those who want to covet what is  mine. But since you are my one and only flesh and blood, I have been merciful once.”

The coldest voice Cassion had ever heard rang in his ears.

It was also the same brutal voice that said if he was not his flesh and blood, Tamon would have pulled out both Cassion’s eyes and cut off his ankles by now.

His older brother didn’t love him, or feel sorry for him, so he indulged him.

He was a thorn in his eyes.

Cassion self mocked himself sadly.

His illness was cured, and his confidence, which he felt as if everything in the world belonged to him, was gone in an instant.

He was nothing.

And that was the truth he hid under the words, “It was mine to begin with.”

He no longer had the arrogant pride of being a follower of the great Tamon Krasis.

So he didn’t know what to do.

He felt gloomy and listless.

Even being in his parents’ house was a thorn in his side, but it was not easy to leave. It seemed that if he left, he would be far away forever.

Even though he heard harsh words from Tamon, he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

‘Am I a fool? No, that doesn’t mean there’s any solution…’

If Aranrosia didn’t tell him to learn self-defense, he might have locked himself in his room and done nothing.

Cassion glanced sideways at the man and the woman sitting like a painting.

As he felt at some point, the two of them unknowingly resemble each other.

They seemed to be completely different, but the odd resemblance made the two of them seem more relaxed. 

‘What is it?’

Cassion glanced at Roselyn and made eye contact.

His face flushed like someone who had been caught doing something wrong.

She stared at him casually, and glanced at his hand holding the knife. 

“I heard you’re working hard. You’re practicing.”

“Did you hear that?”

Cassion looked up in surprise and joy, and he glanced at Tamon, who only glanced at Cassion, but Cassion’s heart seemed to throb even at that.

“I also heard from Jorge that you seem to have a talent for spearmanship.”

Cassion’s expression brightened at once. He was glad that she understood his efforts.

Cassion bit his lips tightly with a face that seemed to be shaking hard if he had a tail.

If he hadn’t put so much effort into it, he would have laughed himself silly.

“Well, it’s all thanks to being healthy.”

Cassion looked at Tamon’s face as he quietly recited.

“You must be healthy thanks to the good medicine.”

Roselyn smiled quietly and corrected Cassion’s words.

The brothers’ eyes turned to Roselyn.

Roselyn finished her appetizer, not caring about that cold stare. 

Just before the next plate came out, Roselyn took out a small box that had been placed beside her and offered it to Cassion. 

“What’s this?”

Cassion asked with his eyes wide open, as if he didn’t think it was his. 

“Open it.”

Cassion opened the box as if he was possessed. Inside was a pair of practice gloves used by beginners. 

The faint blue ornament embedded on the back of the gloves was similar to the color of Cassion’s eyes. 

“You’re giving it to me? A gift for me?”

Cassion’s voice trembled faintly. The unexpected gift made him forget Tamon’s existence.

 Tamon, on the other hand, stared at Roselyn as if to say, “What the hell is going on?”

Roselyn tugged again on the end of the box she had offered to Cassion.

“I’m not giving it to you for free.”

 “What?”

It wasn’t actually that great of a gift, but she lifted her chin as if she were a queen bestowing great things.

“First, don’t say ‘It was originally mine’ again.”

Surprised, the area around Cassion’s eyes turned red.

“Second, say thank you for the medicine.”

The word “to whom” was omitted, but it didn’t need to be said, everyone knew what she meant.

“Um, what’s that…”

“Who would you like to be thanked by………..”

The two brothers opened their mouths at the same time.

Roselyn raised her finger and brought it up to her lips.

“Shh,” she said, looking at Tamon this time, as she signaled for him to be quiet.

“You’re going to have to accept it.”

Tamon stared at Asha for a moment with a gasp.

A heavy silence fell on the table.

Asrell, who had been carrying the plates, stepped back.

She cheered Aranrosia with quiet and enthusiastic eyes.

Aranrosia was the only one who could bully those brothers who could neither hate nor love each other.   

And after provoking them both at the same time, how encouraging and reassuring it was to see them so calm and composed.

Asrell could see why Satin shed tears whenever he was moved.

Because she wanted to do the same now.

“I don’t think you’re the type to do this.”

Tamon said in a quiet, somber voice.

Roselyn did not deny it.

“If it was before, I would not have interfered in such a personal matter, but now I want to interrupt. It’s for my own good.”

“What do you mean, for you?

“Just, this is my vicarious satisfaction, not for the two, but for me. So I just want you to cooperate.”

“Vicarious satisfaction?”

Cassion intervened, asking what that meant.

Whether it was intentional or not, Roselyn’s voice changed.

“I don’t have a brother to say thank you, I’m sorry, I miss you anymore.”

Depending on how one listened, it sounded really sad.

They could even see the sadness in her slightly lowered eyes.

Even after observing her for a long time, Tamon couldn’t tell if it was a real face or a fake face.

She would sometimes create a dramatic voice to express her opinions in meetings. 

“So I hope the two of you are willing to cooperate.”

He couldn’t believe she was making such an insolent request in such a gloomy voice.

…But he couldn’t help but listen.

Tamon laughed hollowly, shaking his head lightly as if he couldn’t win.

He looked at Cassion and shook his head as if to tell him to hurry.

Cassion had no idea what was going on right now.

Nothing came into his mind about what was going on, but the only thing that was certain was that now was the opportunity.

Hesitantly, Cassion quickly rose from his seat.

He clenched his shaking fists, reddened his earlobes, and squeezed his throat.

“I know it’s too late, but actually, ah, thank you, brother!”

His voice that burst out was louder than expected.

Even the listeners felt uneasy with his trembling voice.

“I’m immature and I’m not very good at expressing myself…….I didn’t mean to be mean to brother. So, please don’t hate me too much.”

Cassion squeezed his eyes shut.

The tips of Tamon’s ears turned red as well.

He was not sure how to take this.

“Uh….I see.”

He sat cross-legged, looking uncomfortable.

Rarely bewildered eyes prowled the table with Roselyn, and he added a word like a sigh.

“I know what you mean, uh, I see…”

“Um, I….I…”

“Cassion.”

He swept his hair like he was hot, shaking his head to tell Cassion to stop now.

“That’s enough.”

Still, the tips of his ears stained red.

***

Sponsored by Vina. Thank you 💖 (¾)

****

The faces of the two men who confirmed each other hardened at almost the same speed.

Roselyn smiled obliquely, looking at the two who looked alike, “Brothers are brothers indeed,” she thought.

She sat down at the table first, and said to them,

“Why don’t you sit down instead of standing like that? You seem to have been standing for a while now.”

“Why is Cassion here? I don’t remember calling him.”

 “Because I called him.”

Tamon looked at Roselyn with a look of displeasure.

Or, more accurately, he seemed to be uncomfortable with this situation right now.

Roselyn smiled gracefully and said the word.

“Cooperation.”

He must be ‘cooperative’ for breakfast.

Yes, that was her condition. It meant that she had this situation in mind from the beginning.

Tamon glared at Roselyn with a reluctant face and meekly sat down in his seat.

Cassion, who was watching Tamon take his seat, hesitantly found his own seat and sat down without saying a word.

It was not a dining room table, so the table was not large.

So the three of them were very close. To the point they could see each other’s expressions clearly.

Tamon lifted the fork with a weak sigh.

He didn’t understand Roselyn’s intentions.

He came here to see what interesting thing she had done, but it turned out it was Cassion.

The seat was uncomfortable, and so was Cassion.

Lady Aranrosia said she invited him to breakfast, and Asrell came to pick him up.

He couldn’t believe she asked him to have breakfast with her first.

Cassion was so surprised and perplexed that he threw the wooden sword he had been wielding tenaciously all morning and hurriedly followed Asrell.

But it was disappointing that the person he met was his brother.

“Didn’t you say you were leaving?”

Tamon, who had eaten the appetizer with his fork a few times, told him to get a plate and opened his mouth first.

“I plan to stay here until Owen recovers. I’ll take care of him until then. Brother.”

Cassion’s voice was stiff as he answered, but it wasn’t out of defiance or rebellion.

He was nervous.

It was Tamon who didn’t pay attention to Cassion no matter what he did.

Tamon had never refused and listened to all the demands even if they were childish or wild.

At that time, Cassion thought it was natural.

His older brother who took care of him, who was weak and he took care of the family and fulfilled all his needs.

In his arrogance, he took it for granted.

That was his brother’s affection for him and guilt.

But it was not.

“Cassion, I’m not generous to those who want to covet what is  mine. But since you are my one and only flesh and blood, I have been merciful once.”

The coldest voice Cassion had ever heard rang in his ears.

It was also the same brutal voice that said if he was not his flesh and blood, Tamon would have pulled out both Cassion’s eyes and cut off his ankles by now.

His older brother didn’t love him, or feel sorry for him, so he indulged him.

He was a thorn in his eyes.

Cassion self mocked himself sadly.

His illness was cured, and his confidence, which he felt as if everything in the world belonged to him, was gone in an instant.

He was nothing.

And that was the truth he hid under the words, “It was mine to begin with.”

He no longer had the arrogant pride of being a follower of the great Tamon Krasis.

So he didn’t know what to do.

He felt gloomy and listless.

Even being in his parents’ house was a thorn in his side, but it was not easy to leave. It seemed that if he left, he would be far away forever.

Even though he heard harsh words from Tamon, he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

‘Am I a fool? No, that doesn’t mean there’s any solution…’

If Aranrosia didn’t tell him to learn self-defense, he might have locked himself in his room and done nothing.

Cassion glanced sideways at the man and the woman sitting like a painting.

As he felt at some point, the two of them unknowingly resemble each other.

They seemed to be completely different, but the odd resemblance made the two of them seem more relaxed. 

‘What is it?’

Cassion glanced at Roselyn and made eye contact.

His face flushed like someone who had been caught doing something wrong.

She stared at him casually, and glanced at his hand holding the knife. 

“I heard you’re working hard. You’re practicing.”

“Did you hear that?”

Cassion looked up in surprise and joy, and he glanced at Tamon, who only glanced at Cassion, but Cassion’s heart seemed to throb even at that.

“I also heard from Jorge that you seem to have a talent for spearmanship.”

Cassion’s expression brightened at once. He was glad that she understood his efforts.

Cassion bit his lips tightly with a face that seemed to be shaking hard if he had a tail.

If he hadn’t put so much effort into it, he would have laughed himself silly.

“Well, it’s all thanks to being healthy.”

Cassion looked at Tamon’s face as he quietly recited.

“You must be healthy thanks to the good medicine.”

Roselyn smiled quietly and corrected Cassion’s words.

The brothers’ eyes turned to Roselyn.

Roselyn finished her appetizer, not caring about that cold stare. 

Just before the next plate came out, Roselyn took out a small box that had been placed beside her and offered it to Cassion. 

“What’s this?”

Cassion asked with his eyes wide open, as if he didn’t think it was his. 

“Open it.”

Cassion opened the box as if he was possessed. Inside was a pair of practice gloves used by beginners. 

The faint blue ornament embedded on the back of the gloves was similar to the color of Cassion’s eyes. 

“You’re giving it to me? A gift for me?”

Cassion’s voice trembled faintly. The unexpected gift made him forget Tamon’s existence.

 Tamon, on the other hand, stared at Roselyn as if to say, “What the hell is going on?”

Roselyn tugged again on the end of the box she had offered to Cassion.

“I’m not giving it to you for free.”

 “What?”

It wasn’t actually that great of a gift, but she lifted her chin as if she were a queen bestowing great things.

“First, don’t say ‘It was originally mine’ again.”

Surprised, the area around Cassion’s eyes turned red.

“Second, say thank you for the medicine.”

The word “to whom” was omitted, but it didn’t need to be said, everyone knew what she meant.

“Um, what’s that…”

“Who would you like to be thanked by………..”

The two brothers opened their mouths at the same time.

Roselyn raised her finger and brought it up to her lips.

“Shh,” she said, looking at Tamon this time, as she signaled for him to be quiet.

“You’re going to have to accept it.”

Tamon stared at Asha for a moment with a gasp.

A heavy silence fell on the table.

Asrell, who had been carrying the plates, stepped back.

She cheered Aranrosia with quiet and enthusiastic eyes.

Aranrosia was the only one who could bully those brothers who could neither hate nor love each other.   

And after provoking them both at the same time, how encouraging and reassuring it was to see them so calm and composed.

Asrell could see why Satin shed tears whenever he was moved.

Because she wanted to do the same now.

“I don’t think you’re the type to do this.”

Tamon said in a quiet, somber voice.

Roselyn did not deny it.

“If it was before, I would not have interfered in such a personal matter, but now I want to interrupt. It’s for my own good.”

“What do you mean, for you?

“Just, this is my vicarious satisfaction, not for the two, but for me. So I just want you to cooperate.”

“Vicarious satisfaction?”

Cassion intervened, asking what that meant.

Whether it was intentional or not, Roselyn’s voice changed.

“I don’t have a brother to say thank you, I’m sorry, I miss you anymore.”

Depending on how one listened, it sounded really sad.

They could even see the sadness in her slightly lowered eyes.

Even after observing her for a long time, Tamon couldn’t tell if it was a real face or a fake face.

She would sometimes create a dramatic voice to express her opinions in meetings. 

“So I hope the two of you are willing to cooperate.”

He couldn’t believe she was making such an insolent request in such a gloomy voice.

…But he couldn’t help but listen.

Tamon laughed hollowly, shaking his head lightly as if he couldn’t win.

He looked at Cassion and shook his head as if to tell him to hurry.

Cassion had no idea what was going on right now.

Nothing came into his mind about what was going on, but the only thing that was certain was that now was the opportunity.

Hesitantly, Cassion quickly rose from his seat.

He clenched his shaking fists, reddened his earlobes, and squeezed his throat.

“I know it’s too late, but actually, ah, thank you, brother!”

His voice that burst out was louder than expected.

Even the listeners felt uneasy with his trembling voice.

“I’m immature and I’m not very good at expressing myself…….I didn’t mean to be mean to brother. So, please don’t hate me too much.”

Cassion squeezed his eyes shut.

The tips of Tamon’s ears turned red as well.

He was not sure how to take this.

“Uh….I see.”

He sat cross-legged, looking uncomfortable.

Rarely bewildered eyes prowled the table with Roselyn, and he added a word like a sigh.

“I know what you mean, uh, I see…”

“Um, I….I…”

“Cassion.”

He swept his hair like he was hot, shaking his head to tell Cassion to stop now.

“That’s enough.”

Still, the tips of his ears stained red.

***

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****

The faces of the two men who confirmed each other hardened at almost the same speed.

Roselyn smiled obliquely, looking at the two who looked alike, “Brothers are brothers indeed,” she thought.

She sat down at the table first, and said to them,

“Why don’t you sit down instead of standing like that? You seem to have been standing for a while now.”

“Why is Cassion here? I don’t remember calling him.”

 “Because I called him.”

Tamon looked at Roselyn with a look of displeasure.

Or, more accurately, he seemed to be uncomfortable with this situation right now.

Roselyn smiled gracefully and said the word.

“Cooperation.”

He must be ‘cooperative’ for breakfast.

Yes, that was her condition. It meant that she had this situation in mind from the beginning.

Tamon glared at Roselyn with a reluctant face and meekly sat down in his seat.

Cassion, who was watching Tamon take his seat, hesitantly found his own seat and sat down without saying a word.

It was not a dining room table, so the table was not large.

So the three of them were very close. To the point they could see each other’s expressions clearly.

Tamon lifted the fork with a weak sigh.

He didn’t understand Roselyn’s intentions.

He came here to see what interesting thing she had done, but it turned out it was Cassion.

The seat was uncomfortable, and so was Cassion.

Lady Aranrosia said she invited him to breakfast, and Asrell came to pick him up.

He couldn’t believe she asked him to have breakfast with her first.

Cassion was so surprised and perplexed that he threw the wooden sword he had been wielding tenaciously all morning and hurriedly followed Asrell.

But it was disappointing that the person he met was his brother.

“Didn’t you say you were leaving?”

Tamon, who had eaten the appetizer with his fork a few times, told him to get a plate and opened his mouth first.

“I plan to stay here until Owen recovers. I’ll take care of him until then. Brother.”

Cassion’s voice was stiff as he answered, but it wasn’t out of defiance or rebellion.

He was nervous.

It was Tamon who didn’t pay attention to Cassion no matter what he did.

Tamon had never refused and listened to all the demands even if they were childish or wild.

At that time, Cassion thought it was natural.

His older brother who took care of him, who was weak and he took care of the family and fulfilled all his needs.

In his arrogance, he took it for granted.

That was his brother’s affection for him and guilt.

But it was not.

“Cassion, I’m not generous to those who want to covet what is  mine. But since you are my one and only flesh and blood, I have been merciful once.”

The coldest voice Cassion had ever heard rang in his ears.

It was also the same brutal voice that said if he was not his flesh and blood, Tamon would have pulled out both Cassion’s eyes and cut off his ankles by now.

His older brother didn’t love him, or feel sorry for him, so he indulged him.

He was a thorn in his eyes.

Cassion self mocked himself sadly.

His illness was cured, and his confidence, which he felt as if everything in the world belonged to him, was gone in an instant.

He was nothing.

And that was the truth he hid under the words, “It was mine to begin with.”

He no longer had the arrogant pride of being a follower of the great Tamon Krasis.

So he didn’t know what to do.

He felt gloomy and listless.

Even being in his parents’ house was a thorn in his side, but it was not easy to leave. It seemed that if he left, he would be far away forever.

Even though he heard harsh words from Tamon, he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

‘Am I a fool? No, that doesn’t mean there’s any solution…’

If Aranrosia didn’t tell him to learn self-defense, he might have locked himself in his room and done nothing.

Cassion glanced sideways at the man and the woman sitting like a painting.

As he felt at some point, the two of them unknowingly resemble each other.

They seemed to be completely different, but the odd resemblance made the two of them seem more relaxed. 

‘What is it?’

Cassion glanced at Roselyn and made eye contact.

His face flushed like someone who had been caught doing something wrong.

She stared at him casually, and glanced at his hand holding the knife. 

“I heard you’re working hard. You’re practicing.”

“Did you hear that?”

Cassion looked up in surprise and joy, and he glanced at Tamon, who only glanced at Cassion, but Cassion’s heart seemed to throb even at that.

“I also heard from Jorge that you seem to have a talent for spearmanship.”

Cassion’s expression brightened at once. He was glad that she understood his efforts.

Cassion bit his lips tightly with a face that seemed to be shaking hard if he had a tail.

If he hadn’t put so much effort into it, he would have laughed himself silly.

“Well, it’s all thanks to being healthy.”

Cassion looked at Tamon’s face as he quietly recited.

“You must be healthy thanks to the good medicine.”

Roselyn smiled quietly and corrected Cassion’s words.

The brothers’ eyes turned to Roselyn.

Roselyn finished her appetizer, not caring about that cold stare. 

Just before the next plate came out, Roselyn took out a small box that had been placed beside her and offered it to Cassion. 

“What’s this?”

Cassion asked with his eyes wide open, as if he didn’t think it was his. 

“Open it.”

Cassion opened the box as if he was possessed. Inside was a pair of practice gloves used by beginners. 

The faint blue ornament embedded on the back of the gloves was similar to the color of Cassion’s eyes. 

“You’re giving it to me? A gift for me?”

Cassion’s voice trembled faintly. The unexpected gift made him forget Tamon’s existence.

 Tamon, on the other hand, stared at Roselyn as if to say, “What the hell is going on?”

Roselyn tugged again on the end of the box she had offered to Cassion.

“I’m not giving it to you for free.”

 “What?”

It wasn’t actually that great of a gift, but she lifted her chin as if she were a queen bestowing great things.

“First, don’t say ‘It was originally mine’ again.”

Surprised, the area around Cassion’s eyes turned red.

“Second, say thank you for the medicine.”

The word “to whom” was omitted, but it didn’t need to be said, everyone knew what she meant.

“Um, what’s that…”

“Who would you like to be thanked by………..”

The two brothers opened their mouths at the same time.

Roselyn raised her finger and brought it up to her lips.

“Shh,” she said, looking at Tamon this time, as she signaled for him to be quiet.

“You’re going to have to accept it.”

Tamon stared at Asha for a moment with a gasp.

A heavy silence fell on the table.

Asrell, who had been carrying the plates, stepped back.

She cheered Aranrosia with quiet and enthusiastic eyes.

Aranrosia was the only one who could bully those brothers who could neither hate nor love each other.   

And after provoking them both at the same time, how encouraging and reassuring it was to see them so calm and composed.

Asrell could see why Satin shed tears whenever he was moved.

Because she wanted to do the same now.

“I don’t think you’re the type to do this.”

Tamon said in a quiet, somber voice.

Roselyn did not deny it.

“If it was before, I would not have interfered in such a personal matter, but now I want to interrupt. It’s for my own good.”

“What do you mean, for you?

“Just, this is my vicarious satisfaction, not for the two, but for me. So I just want you to cooperate.”

“Vicarious satisfaction?”

Cassion intervened, asking what that meant.

Whether it was intentional or not, Roselyn’s voice changed.

“I don’t have a brother to say thank you, I’m sorry, I miss you anymore.”

Depending on how one listened, it sounded really sad.

They could even see the sadness in her slightly lowered eyes.

Even after observing her for a long time, Tamon couldn’t tell if it was a real face or a fake face.

She would sometimes create a dramatic voice to express her opinions in meetings. 

“So I hope the two of you are willing to cooperate.”

He couldn’t believe she was making such an insolent request in such a gloomy voice.

…But he couldn’t help but listen.

Tamon laughed hollowly, shaking his head lightly as if he couldn’t win.

He looked at Cassion and shook his head as if to tell him to hurry.

Cassion had no idea what was going on right now.

Nothing came into his mind about what was going on, but the only thing that was certain was that now was the opportunity.

Hesitantly, Cassion quickly rose from his seat.

He clenched his shaking fists, reddened his earlobes, and squeezed his throat.

“I know it’s too late, but actually, ah, thank you, brother!”

His voice that burst out was louder than expected.

Even the listeners felt uneasy with his trembling voice.

“I’m immature and I’m not very good at expressing myself…….I didn’t mean to be mean to brother. So, please don’t hate me too much.”

Cassion squeezed his eyes shut.

The tips of Tamon’s ears turned red as well.

He was not sure how to take this.

“Uh….I see.”

He sat cross-legged, looking uncomfortable.

Rarely bewildered eyes prowled the table with Roselyn, and he added a word like a sigh.

“I know what you mean, uh, I see…”

“Um, I….I…”

“Cassion.”

He swept his hair like he was hot, shaking his head to tell Cassion to stop now.

“That’s enough.”

Still, the tips of his ears stained red.

***

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****

The faces of the two men who confirmed each other hardened at almost the same speed.

Roselyn smiled obliquely, looking at the two who looked alike, “Brothers are brothers indeed,” she thought.

She sat down at the table first, and said to them,

“Why don’t you sit down instead of standing like that? You seem to have been standing for a while now.”

“Why is Cassion here? I don’t remember calling him.”

 “Because I called him.”

Tamon looked at Roselyn with a look of displeasure.

Or, more accurately, he seemed to be uncomfortable with this situation right now.

Roselyn smiled gracefully and said the word.

“Cooperation.”

He must be ‘cooperative’ for breakfast.

Yes, that was her condition. It meant that she had this situation in mind from the beginning.

Tamon glared at Roselyn with a reluctant face and meekly sat down in his seat.

Cassion, who was watching Tamon take his seat, hesitantly found his own seat and sat down without saying a word.

It was not a dining room table, so the table was not large.

So the three of them were very close. To the point they could see each other’s expressions clearly.

Tamon lifted the fork with a weak sigh.

He didn’t understand Roselyn’s intentions.

He came here to see what interesting thing she had done, but it turned out it was Cassion.

The seat was uncomfortable, and so was Cassion.

Lady Aranrosia said she invited him to breakfast, and Asrell came to pick him up.

He couldn’t believe she asked him to have breakfast with her first.

Cassion was so surprised and perplexed that he threw the wooden sword he had been wielding tenaciously all morning and hurriedly followed Asrell.

But it was disappointing that the person he met was his brother.

“Didn’t you say you were leaving?”

Tamon, who had eaten the appetizer with his fork a few times, told him to get a plate and opened his mouth first.

“I plan to stay here until Owen recovers. I’ll take care of him until then. Brother.”

Cassion’s voice was stiff as he answered, but it wasn’t out of defiance or rebellion.

He was nervous.

It was Tamon who didn’t pay attention to Cassion no matter what he did.

Tamon had never refused and listened to all the demands even if they were childish or wild.

At that time, Cassion thought it was natural.

His older brother who took care of him, who was weak and he took care of the family and fulfilled all his needs.

In his arrogance, he took it for granted.

That was his brother’s affection for him and guilt.

But it was not.

“Cassion, I’m not generous to those who want to covet what is  mine. But since you are my one and only flesh and blood, I have been merciful once.”

The coldest voice Cassion had ever heard rang in his ears.

It was also the same brutal voice that said if he was not his flesh and blood, Tamon would have pulled out both Cassion’s eyes and cut off his ankles by now.

His older brother didn’t love him, or feel sorry for him, so he indulged him.

He was a thorn in his eyes.

Cassion self mocked himself sadly.

His illness was cured, and his confidence, which he felt as if everything in the world belonged to him, was gone in an instant.

He was nothing.

And that was the truth he hid under the words, “It was mine to begin with.”

He no longer had the arrogant pride of being a follower of the great Tamon Krasis.

So he didn’t know what to do.

He felt gloomy and listless.

Even being in his parents’ house was a thorn in his side, but it was not easy to leave. It seemed that if he left, he would be far away forever.

Even though he heard harsh words from Tamon, he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

‘Am I a fool? No, that doesn’t mean there’s any solution…’

If Aranrosia didn’t tell him to learn self-defense, he might have locked himself in his room and done nothing.

Cassion glanced sideways at the man and the woman sitting like a painting.

As he felt at some point, the two of them unknowingly resemble each other.

They seemed to be completely different, but the odd resemblance made the two of them seem more relaxed. 

‘What is it?’

Cassion glanced at Roselyn and made eye contact.

His face flushed like someone who had been caught doing something wrong.

She stared at him casually, and glanced at his hand holding the knife. 

“I heard you’re working hard. You’re practicing.”

“Did you hear that?”

Cassion looked up in surprise and joy, and he glanced at Tamon, who only glanced at Cassion, but Cassion’s heart seemed to throb even at that.

“I also heard from Jorge that you seem to have a talent for spearmanship.”

Cassion’s expression brightened at once. He was glad that she understood his efforts.

Cassion bit his lips tightly with a face that seemed to be shaking hard if he had a tail.

If he hadn’t put so much effort into it, he would have laughed himself silly.

“Well, it’s all thanks to being healthy.”

Cassion looked at Tamon’s face as he quietly recited.

“You must be healthy thanks to the good medicine.”

Roselyn smiled quietly and corrected Cassion’s words.

The brothers’ eyes turned to Roselyn.

Roselyn finished her appetizer, not caring about that cold stare. 

Just before the next plate came out, Roselyn took out a small box that had been placed beside her and offered it to Cassion. 

“What’s this?”

Cassion asked with his eyes wide open, as if he didn’t think it was his. 

“Open it.”

Cassion opened the box as if he was possessed. Inside was a pair of practice gloves used by beginners. 

The faint blue ornament embedded on the back of the gloves was similar to the color of Cassion’s eyes. 

“You’re giving it to me? A gift for me?”

Cassion’s voice trembled faintly. The unexpected gift made him forget Tamon’s existence.

 Tamon, on the other hand, stared at Roselyn as if to say, “What the hell is going on?”

Roselyn tugged again on the end of the box she had offered to Cassion.

“I’m not giving it to you for free.”

 “What?”

It wasn’t actually that great of a gift, but she lifted her chin as if she were a queen bestowing great things.

“First, don’t say ‘It was originally mine’ again.”

Surprised, the area around Cassion’s eyes turned red.

“Second, say thank you for the medicine.”

The word “to whom” was omitted, but it didn’t need to be said, everyone knew what she meant.

“Um, what’s that…”

“Who would you like to be thanked by………..”

The two brothers opened their mouths at the same time.

Roselyn raised her finger and brought it up to her lips.

“Shh,” she said, looking at Tamon this time, as she signaled for him to be quiet.

“You’re going to have to accept it.”

Tamon stared at Asha for a moment with a gasp.

A heavy silence fell on the table.

Asrell, who had been carrying the plates, stepped back.

She cheered Aranrosia with quiet and enthusiastic eyes.

Aranrosia was the only one who could bully those brothers who could neither hate nor love each other.   

And after provoking them both at the same time, how encouraging and reassuring it was to see them so calm and composed.

Asrell could see why Satin shed tears whenever he was moved.

Because she wanted to do the same now.

“I don’t think you’re the type to do this.”

Tamon said in a quiet, somber voice.

Roselyn did not deny it.

“If it was before, I would not have interfered in such a personal matter, but now I want to interrupt. It’s for my own good.”

“What do you mean, for you?

“Just, this is my vicarious satisfaction, not for the two, but for me. So I just want you to cooperate.”

“Vicarious satisfaction?”

Cassion intervened, asking what that meant.

Whether it was intentional or not, Roselyn’s voice changed.

“I don’t have a brother to say thank you, I’m sorry, I miss you anymore.”

Depending on how one listened, it sounded really sad.

They could even see the sadness in her slightly lowered eyes.

Even after observing her for a long time, Tamon couldn’t tell if it was a real face or a fake face.

She would sometimes create a dramatic voice to express her opinions in meetings. 

“So I hope the two of you are willing to cooperate.”

He couldn’t believe she was making such an insolent request in such a gloomy voice.

…But he couldn’t help but listen.

Tamon laughed hollowly, shaking his head lightly as if he couldn’t win.

He looked at Cassion and shook his head as if to tell him to hurry.

Cassion had no idea what was going on right now.

Nothing came into his mind about what was going on, but the only thing that was certain was that now was the opportunity.

Hesitantly, Cassion quickly rose from his seat.

He clenched his shaking fists, reddened his earlobes, and squeezed his throat.

“I know it’s too late, but actually, ah, thank you, brother!”

His voice that burst out was louder than expected.

Even the listeners felt uneasy with his trembling voice.

“I’m immature and I’m not very good at expressing myself…….I didn’t mean to be mean to brother. So, please don’t hate me too much.”

Cassion squeezed his eyes shut.

The tips of Tamon’s ears turned red as well.

He was not sure how to take this.

“Uh….I see.”

He sat cross-legged, looking uncomfortable.

Rarely bewildered eyes prowled the table with Roselyn, and he added a word like a sigh.

“I know what you mean, uh, I see…”

“Um, I….I…”

“Cassion.”

He swept his hair like he was hot, shaking his head to tell Cassion to stop now.

“That’s enough.”

Still, the tips of his ears stained red.

***

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****

The faces of the two men who confirmed each other hardened at almost the same speed.

Roselyn smiled obliquely, looking at the two who looked alike, “Brothers are brothers indeed,” she thought.

She sat down at the table first, and said to them,

“Why don’t you sit down instead of standing like that? You seem to have been standing for a while now.”

“Why is Cassion here? I don’t remember calling him.”

 “Because I called him.”

Tamon looked at Roselyn with a look of displeasure.

Or, more accurately, he seemed to be uncomfortable with this situation right now.

Roselyn smiled gracefully and said the word.

“Cooperation.”

He must be ‘cooperative’ for breakfast.

Yes, that was her condition. It meant that she had this situation in mind from the beginning.

Tamon glared at Roselyn with a reluctant face and meekly sat down in his seat.

Cassion, who was watching Tamon take his seat, hesitantly found his own seat and sat down without saying a word.

It was not a dining room table, so the table was not large.

So the three of them were very close. To the point they could see each other’s expressions clearly.

Tamon lifted the fork with a weak sigh.

He didn’t understand Roselyn’s intentions.

He came here to see what interesting thing she had done, but it turned out it was Cassion.

The seat was uncomfortable, and so was Cassion.

Lady Aranrosia said she invited him to breakfast, and Asrell came to pick him up.

He couldn’t believe she asked him to have breakfast with her first.

Cassion was so surprised and perplexed that he threw the wooden sword he had been wielding tenaciously all morning and hurriedly followed Asrell.

But it was disappointing that the person he met was his brother.

“Didn’t you say you were leaving?”

Tamon, who had eaten the appetizer with his fork a few times, told him to get a plate and opened his mouth first.

“I plan to stay here until Owen recovers. I’ll take care of him until then. Brother.”

Cassion’s voice was stiff as he answered, but it wasn’t out of defiance or rebellion.

He was nervous.

It was Tamon who didn’t pay attention to Cassion no matter what he did.

Tamon had never refused and listened to all the demands even if they were childish or wild.

At that time, Cassion thought it was natural.

His older brother who took care of him, who was weak and he took care of the family and fulfilled all his needs.

In his arrogance, he took it for granted.

That was his brother’s affection for him and guilt.

But it was not.

“Cassion, I’m not generous to those who want to covet what is  mine. But since you are my one and only flesh and blood, I have been merciful once.”

The coldest voice Cassion had ever heard rang in his ears.

It was also the same brutal voice that said if he was not his flesh and blood, Tamon would have pulled out both Cassion’s eyes and cut off his ankles by now.

His older brother didn’t love him, or feel sorry for him, so he indulged him.

He was a thorn in his eyes.

Cassion self mocked himself sadly.

His illness was cured, and his confidence, which he felt as if everything in the world belonged to him, was gone in an instant.

He was nothing.

And that was the truth he hid under the words, “It was mine to begin with.”

He no longer had the arrogant pride of being a follower of the great Tamon Krasis.

So he didn’t know what to do.

He felt gloomy and listless.

Even being in his parents’ house was a thorn in his side, but it was not easy to leave. It seemed that if he left, he would be far away forever.

Even though he heard harsh words from Tamon, he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

‘Am I a fool? No, that doesn’t mean there’s any solution…’

If Aranrosia didn’t tell him to learn self-defense, he might have locked himself in his room and done nothing.

Cassion glanced sideways at the man and the woman sitting like a painting.

As he felt at some point, the two of them unknowingly resemble each other.

They seemed to be completely different, but the odd resemblance made the two of them seem more relaxed. 

‘What is it?’

Cassion glanced at Roselyn and made eye contact.

His face flushed like someone who had been caught doing something wrong.

She stared at him casually, and glanced at his hand holding the knife. 

“I heard you’re working hard. You’re practicing.”

“Did you hear that?”

Cassion looked up in surprise and joy, and he glanced at Tamon, who only glanced at Cassion, but Cassion’s heart seemed to throb even at that.

“I also heard from Jorge that you seem to have a talent for spearmanship.”

Cassion’s expression brightened at once. He was glad that she understood his efforts.

Cassion bit his lips tightly with a face that seemed to be shaking hard if he had a tail.

If he hadn’t put so much effort into it, he would have laughed himself silly.

“Well, it’s all thanks to being healthy.”

Cassion looked at Tamon’s face as he quietly recited.

“You must be healthy thanks to the good medicine.”

Roselyn smiled quietly and corrected Cassion’s words.

The brothers’ eyes turned to Roselyn.

Roselyn finished her appetizer, not caring about that cold stare. 

Just before the next plate came out, Roselyn took out a small box that had been placed beside her and offered it to Cassion. 

“What’s this?”

Cassion asked with his eyes wide open, as if he didn’t think it was his. 

“Open it.”

Cassion opened the box as if he was possessed. Inside was a pair of practice gloves used by beginners. 

The faint blue ornament embedded on the back of the gloves was similar to the color of Cassion’s eyes. 

“You’re giving it to me? A gift for me?”

Cassion’s voice trembled faintly. The unexpected gift made him forget Tamon’s existence.

 Tamon, on the other hand, stared at Roselyn as if to say, “What the hell is going on?”

Roselyn tugged again on the end of the box she had offered to Cassion.

“I’m not giving it to you for free.”

 “What?”

It wasn’t actually that great of a gift, but she lifted her chin as if she were a queen bestowing great things.

“First, don’t say ‘It was originally mine’ again.”

Surprised, the area around Cassion’s eyes turned red.

“Second, say thank you for the medicine.”

The word “to whom” was omitted, but it didn’t need to be said, everyone knew what she meant.

“Um, what’s that…”

“Who would you like to be thanked by………..”

The two brothers opened their mouths at the same time.

Roselyn raised her finger and brought it up to her lips.

“Shh,” she said, looking at Tamon this time, as she signaled for him to be quiet.

“You’re going to have to accept it.”

Tamon stared at Asha for a moment with a gasp.

A heavy silence fell on the table.

Asrell, who had been carrying the plates, stepped back.

She cheered Aranrosia with quiet and enthusiastic eyes.

Aranrosia was the only one who could bully those brothers who could neither hate nor love each other.   

And after provoking them both at the same time, how encouraging and reassuring it was to see them so calm and composed.

Asrell could see why Satin shed tears whenever he was moved.

Because she wanted to do the same now.

“I don’t think you’re the type to do this.”

Tamon said in a quiet, somber voice.

Roselyn did not deny it.

“If it was before, I would not have interfered in such a personal matter, but now I want to interrupt. It’s for my own good.”

“What do you mean, for you?

“Just, this is my vicarious satisfaction, not for the two, but for me. So I just want you to cooperate.”

“Vicarious satisfaction?”

Cassion intervened, asking what that meant.

Whether it was intentional or not, Roselyn’s voice changed.

“I don’t have a brother to say thank you, I’m sorry, I miss you anymore.”

Depending on how one listened, it sounded really sad.

They could even see the sadness in her slightly lowered eyes.

Even after observing her for a long time, Tamon couldn’t tell if it was a real face or a fake face.

She would sometimes create a dramatic voice to express her opinions in meetings. 

“So I hope the two of you are willing to cooperate.”

He couldn’t believe she was making such an insolent request in such a gloomy voice.

…But he couldn’t help but listen.

Tamon laughed hollowly, shaking his head lightly as if he couldn’t win.

He looked at Cassion and shook his head as if to tell him to hurry.

Cassion had no idea what was going on right now.

Nothing came into his mind about what was going on, but the only thing that was certain was that now was the opportunity.

Hesitantly, Cassion quickly rose from his seat.

He clenched his shaking fists, reddened his earlobes, and squeezed his throat.

“I know it’s too late, but actually, ah, thank you, brother!”

His voice that burst out was louder than expected.

Even the listeners felt uneasy with his trembling voice.

“I’m immature and I’m not very good at expressing myself…….I didn’t mean to be mean to brother. So, please don’t hate me too much.”

Cassion squeezed his eyes shut.

The tips of Tamon’s ears turned red as well.

He was not sure how to take this.

“Uh….I see.”

He sat cross-legged, looking uncomfortable.

Rarely bewildered eyes prowled the table with Roselyn, and he added a word like a sigh.

“I know what you mean, uh, I see…”

“Um, I….I…”

“Cassion.”

He swept his hair like he was hot, shaking his head to tell Cassion to stop now.

“That’s enough.”

Still, the tips of his ears stained red.

***

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****

The faces of the two men who confirmed each other hardened at almost the same speed.

Roselyn smiled obliquely, looking at the two who looked alike, “Brothers are brothers indeed,” she thought.

She sat down at the table first, and said to them,

“Why don’t you sit down instead of standing like that? You seem to have been standing for a while now.”

“Why is Cassion here? I don’t remember calling him.”

 “Because I called him.”

Tamon looked at Roselyn with a look of displeasure.

Or, more accurately, he seemed to be uncomfortable with this situation right now.

Roselyn smiled gracefully and said the word.

“Cooperation.”

He must be ‘cooperative’ for breakfast.

Yes, that was her condition. It meant that she had this situation in mind from the beginning.

Tamon glared at Roselyn with a reluctant face and meekly sat down in his seat.

Cassion, who was watching Tamon take his seat, hesitantly found his own seat and sat down without saying a word.

It was not a dining room table, so the table was not large.

So the three of them were very close. To the point they could see each other’s expressions clearly.

Tamon lifted the fork with a weak sigh.

He didn’t understand Roselyn’s intentions.

He came here to see what interesting thing she had done, but it turned out it was Cassion.

The seat was uncomfortable, and so was Cassion.

Lady Aranrosia said she invited him to breakfast, and Asrell came to pick him up.

He couldn’t believe she asked him to have breakfast with her first.

Cassion was so surprised and perplexed that he threw the wooden sword he had been wielding tenaciously all morning and hurriedly followed Asrell.

But it was disappointing that the person he met was his brother.

“Didn’t you say you were leaving?”

Tamon, who had eaten the appetizer with his fork a few times, told him to get a plate and opened his mouth first.

“I plan to stay here until Owen recovers. I’ll take care of him until then. Brother.”

Cassion’s voice was stiff as he answered, but it wasn’t out of defiance or rebellion.

He was nervous.

It was Tamon who didn’t pay attention to Cassion no matter what he did.

Tamon had never refused and listened to all the demands even if they were childish or wild.

At that time, Cassion thought it was natural.

His older brother who took care of him, who was weak and he took care of the family and fulfilled all his needs.

In his arrogance, he took it for granted.

That was his brother’s affection for him and guilt.

But it was not.

“Cassion, I’m not generous to those who want to covet what is  mine. But since you are my one and only flesh and blood, I have been merciful once.”

The coldest voice Cassion had ever heard rang in his ears.

It was also the same brutal voice that said if he was not his flesh and blood, Tamon would have pulled out both Cassion’s eyes and cut off his ankles by now.

His older brother didn’t love him, or feel sorry for him, so he indulged him.

He was a thorn in his eyes.

Cassion self mocked himself sadly.

His illness was cured, and his confidence, which he felt as if everything in the world belonged to him, was gone in an instant.

He was nothing.

And that was the truth he hid under the words, “It was mine to begin with.”

He no longer had the arrogant pride of being a follower of the great Tamon Krasis.

So he didn’t know what to do.

He felt gloomy and listless.

Even being in his parents’ house was a thorn in his side, but it was not easy to leave. It seemed that if he left, he would be far away forever.

Even though he heard harsh words from Tamon, he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

‘Am I a fool? No, that doesn’t mean there’s any solution…’

If Aranrosia didn’t tell him to learn self-defense, he might have locked himself in his room and done nothing.

Cassion glanced sideways at the man and the woman sitting like a painting.

As he felt at some point, the two of them unknowingly resemble each other.

They seemed to be completely different, but the odd resemblance made the two of them seem more relaxed. 

‘What is it?’

Cassion glanced at Roselyn and made eye contact.

His face flushed like someone who had been caught doing something wrong.

She stared at him casually, and glanced at his hand holding the knife. 

“I heard you’re working hard. You’re practicing.”

“Did you hear that?”

Cassion looked up in surprise and joy, and he glanced at Tamon, who only glanced at Cassion, but Cassion’s heart seemed to throb even at that.

“I also heard from Jorge that you seem to have a talent for spearmanship.”

Cassion’s expression brightened at once. He was glad that she understood his efforts.

Cassion bit his lips tightly with a face that seemed to be shaking hard if he had a tail.

If he hadn’t put so much effort into it, he would have laughed himself silly.

“Well, it’s all thanks to being healthy.”

Cassion looked at Tamon’s face as he quietly recited.

“You must be healthy thanks to the good medicine.”

Roselyn smiled quietly and corrected Cassion’s words.

The brothers’ eyes turned to Roselyn.

Roselyn finished her appetizer, not caring about that cold stare. 

Just before the next plate came out, Roselyn took out a small box that had been placed beside her and offered it to Cassion. 

“What’s this?”

Cassion asked with his eyes wide open, as if he didn’t think it was his. 

“Open it.”

Cassion opened the box as if he was possessed. Inside was a pair of practice gloves used by beginners. 

The faint blue ornament embedded on the back of the gloves was similar to the color of Cassion’s eyes. 

“You’re giving it to me? A gift for me?”

Cassion’s voice trembled faintly. The unexpected gift made him forget Tamon’s existence.

 Tamon, on the other hand, stared at Roselyn as if to say, “What the hell is going on?”

Roselyn tugged again on the end of the box she had offered to Cassion.

“I’m not giving it to you for free.”

 “What?”

It wasn’t actually that great of a gift, but she lifted her chin as if she were a queen bestowing great things.

“First, don’t say ‘It was originally mine’ again.”

Surprised, the area around Cassion’s eyes turned red.

“Second, say thank you for the medicine.”

The word “to whom” was omitted, but it didn’t need to be said, everyone knew what she meant.

“Um, what’s that…”

“Who would you like to be thanked by………..”

The two brothers opened their mouths at the same time.

Roselyn raised her finger and brought it up to her lips.

“Shh,” she said, looking at Tamon this time, as she signaled for him to be quiet.

“You’re going to have to accept it.”

Tamon stared at Asha for a moment with a gasp.

A heavy silence fell on the table.

Asrell, who had been carrying the plates, stepped back.

She cheered Aranrosia with quiet and enthusiastic eyes.

Aranrosia was the only one who could bully those brothers who could neither hate nor love each other.   

And after provoking them both at the same time, how encouraging and reassuring it was to see them so calm and composed.

Asrell could see why Satin shed tears whenever he was moved.

Because she wanted to do the same now.

“I don’t think you’re the type to do this.”

Tamon said in a quiet, somber voice.

Roselyn did not deny it.

“If it was before, I would not have interfered in such a personal matter, but now I want to interrupt. It’s for my own good.”

“What do you mean, for you?

“Just, this is my vicarious satisfaction, not for the two, but for me. So I just want you to cooperate.”

“Vicarious satisfaction?”

Cassion intervened, asking what that meant.

Whether it was intentional or not, Roselyn’s voice changed.

“I don’t have a brother to say thank you, I’m sorry, I miss you anymore.”

Depending on how one listened, it sounded really sad.

They could even see the sadness in her slightly lowered eyes.

Even after observing her for a long time, Tamon couldn’t tell if it was a real face or a fake face.

She would sometimes create a dramatic voice to express her opinions in meetings. 

“So I hope the two of you are willing to cooperate.”

He couldn’t believe she was making such an insolent request in such a gloomy voice.

…But he couldn’t help but listen.

Tamon laughed hollowly, shaking his head lightly as if he couldn’t win.

He looked at Cassion and shook his head as if to tell him to hurry.

Cassion had no idea what was going on right now.

Nothing came into his mind about what was going on, but the only thing that was certain was that now was the opportunity.

Hesitantly, Cassion quickly rose from his seat.

He clenched his shaking fists, reddened his earlobes, and squeezed his throat.

“I know it’s too late, but actually, ah, thank you, brother!”

His voice that burst out was louder than expected.

Even the listeners felt uneasy with his trembling voice.

“I’m immature and I’m not very good at expressing myself…….I didn’t mean to be mean to brother. So, please don’t hate me too much.”

Cassion squeezed his eyes shut.

The tips of Tamon’s ears turned red as well.

He was not sure how to take this.

“Uh….I see.”

He sat cross-legged, looking uncomfortable.

Rarely bewildered eyes prowled the table with Roselyn, and he added a word like a sigh.

“I know what you mean, uh, I see…”

“Um, I….I…”

“Cassion.”

He swept his hair like he was hot, shaking his head to tell Cassion to stop now.

“That’s enough.”

Still, the tips of his ears stained red.

***

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****

The faces of the two men who confirmed each other hardened at almost the same speed.

Roselyn smiled obliquely, looking at the two who looked alike, “Brothers are brothers indeed,” she thought.

She sat down at the table first, and said to them,

“Why don’t you sit down instead of standing like that? You seem to have been standing for a while now.”

“Why is Cassion here? I don’t remember calling him.”

 “Because I called him.”

Tamon looked at Roselyn with a look of displeasure.

Or, more accurately, he seemed to be uncomfortable with this situation right now.

Roselyn smiled gracefully and said the word.

“Cooperation.”

He must be ‘cooperative’ for breakfast.

Yes, that was her condition. It meant that she had this situation in mind from the beginning.

Tamon glared at Roselyn with a reluctant face and meekly sat down in his seat.

Cassion, who was watching Tamon take his seat, hesitantly found his own seat and sat down without saying a word.

It was not a dining room table, so the table was not large.

So the three of them were very close. To the point they could see each other’s expressions clearly.

Tamon lifted the fork with a weak sigh.

He didn’t understand Roselyn’s intentions.

He came here to see what interesting thing she had done, but it turned out it was Cassion.

The seat was uncomfortable, and so was Cassion.

Lady Aranrosia said she invited him to breakfast, and Asrell came to pick him up.

He couldn’t believe she asked him to have breakfast with her first.

Cassion was so surprised and perplexed that he threw the wooden sword he had been wielding tenaciously all morning and hurriedly followed Asrell.

But it was disappointing that the person he met was his brother.

“Didn’t you say you were leaving?”

Tamon, who had eaten the appetizer with his fork a few times, told him to get a plate and opened his mouth first.

“I plan to stay here until Owen recovers. I’ll take care of him until then. Brother.”

Cassion’s voice was stiff as he answered, but it wasn’t out of defiance or rebellion.

He was nervous.

It was Tamon who didn’t pay attention to Cassion no matter what he did.

Tamon had never refused and listened to all the demands even if they were childish or wild.

At that time, Cassion thought it was natural.

His older brother who took care of him, who was weak and he took care of the family and fulfilled all his needs.

In his arrogance, he took it for granted.

That was his brother’s affection for him and guilt.

But it was not.

“Cassion, I’m not generous to those who want to covet what is  mine. But since you are my one and only flesh and blood, I have been merciful once.”

The coldest voice Cassion had ever heard rang in his ears.

It was also the same brutal voice that said if he was not his flesh and blood, Tamon would have pulled out both Cassion’s eyes and cut off his ankles by now.

His older brother didn’t love him, or feel sorry for him, so he indulged him.

He was a thorn in his eyes.

Cassion self mocked himself sadly.

His illness was cured, and his confidence, which he felt as if everything in the world belonged to him, was gone in an instant.

He was nothing.

And that was the truth he hid under the words, “It was mine to begin with.”

He no longer had the arrogant pride of being a follower of the great Tamon Krasis.

So he didn’t know what to do.

He felt gloomy and listless.

Even being in his parents’ house was a thorn in his side, but it was not easy to leave. It seemed that if he left, he would be far away forever.

Even though he heard harsh words from Tamon, he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

‘Am I a fool? No, that doesn’t mean there’s any solution…’

If Aranrosia didn’t tell him to learn self-defense, he might have locked himself in his room and done nothing.

Cassion glanced sideways at the man and the woman sitting like a painting.

As he felt at some point, the two of them unknowingly resemble each other.

They seemed to be completely different, but the odd resemblance made the two of them seem more relaxed. 

‘What is it?’

Cassion glanced at Roselyn and made eye contact.

His face flushed like someone who had been caught doing something wrong.

She stared at him casually, and glanced at his hand holding the knife. 

“I heard you’re working hard. You’re practicing.”

“Did you hear that?”

Cassion looked up in surprise and joy, and he glanced at Tamon, who only glanced at Cassion, but Cassion’s heart seemed to throb even at that.

“I also heard from Jorge that you seem to have a talent for spearmanship.”

Cassion’s expression brightened at once. He was glad that she understood his efforts.

Cassion bit his lips tightly with a face that seemed to be shaking hard if he had a tail.

If he hadn’t put so much effort into it, he would have laughed himself silly.

“Well, it’s all thanks to being healthy.”

Cassion looked at Tamon’s face as he quietly recited.

“You must be healthy thanks to the good medicine.”

Roselyn smiled quietly and corrected Cassion’s words.

The brothers’ eyes turned to Roselyn.

Roselyn finished her appetizer, not caring about that cold stare. 

Just before the next plate came out, Roselyn took out a small box that had been placed beside her and offered it to Cassion. 

“What’s this?”

Cassion asked with his eyes wide open, as if he didn’t think it was his. 

“Open it.”

Cassion opened the box as if he was possessed. Inside was a pair of practice gloves used by beginners. 

The faint blue ornament embedded on the back of the gloves was similar to the color of Cassion’s eyes. 

“You’re giving it to me? A gift for me?”

Cassion’s voice trembled faintly. The unexpected gift made him forget Tamon’s existence.

 Tamon, on the other hand, stared at Roselyn as if to say, “What the hell is going on?”

Roselyn tugged again on the end of the box she had offered to Cassion.

“I’m not giving it to you for free.”

 “What?”

It wasn’t actually that great of a gift, but she lifted her chin as if she were a queen bestowing great things.

“First, don’t say ‘It was originally mine’ again.”

Surprised, the area around Cassion’s eyes turned red.

“Second, say thank you for the medicine.”

The word “to whom” was omitted, but it didn’t need to be said, everyone knew what she meant.

“Um, what’s that…”

“Who would you like to be thanked by………..”

The two brothers opened their mouths at the same time.

Roselyn raised her finger and brought it up to her lips.

“Shh,” she said, looking at Tamon this time, as she signaled for him to be quiet.

“You’re going to have to accept it.”

Tamon stared at Asha for a moment with a gasp.

A heavy silence fell on the table.

Asrell, who had been carrying the plates, stepped back.

She cheered Aranrosia with quiet and enthusiastic eyes.

Aranrosia was the only one who could bully those brothers who could neither hate nor love each other.   

And after provoking them both at the same time, how encouraging and reassuring it was to see them so calm and composed.

Asrell could see why Satin shed tears whenever he was moved.

Because she wanted to do the same now.

“I don’t think you’re the type to do this.”

Tamon said in a quiet, somber voice.

Roselyn did not deny it.

“If it was before, I would not have interfered in such a personal matter, but now I want to interrupt. It’s for my own good.”

“What do you mean, for you?

“Just, this is my vicarious satisfaction, not for the two, but for me. So I just want you to cooperate.”

“Vicarious satisfaction?”

Cassion intervened, asking what that meant.

Whether it was intentional or not, Roselyn’s voice changed.

“I don’t have a brother to say thank you, I’m sorry, I miss you anymore.”

Depending on how one listened, it sounded really sad.

They could even see the sadness in her slightly lowered eyes.

Even after observing her for a long time, Tamon couldn’t tell if it was a real face or a fake face.

She would sometimes create a dramatic voice to express her opinions in meetings. 

“So I hope the two of you are willing to cooperate.”

He couldn’t believe she was making such an insolent request in such a gloomy voice.

…But he couldn’t help but listen.

Tamon laughed hollowly, shaking his head lightly as if he couldn’t win.

He looked at Cassion and shook his head as if to tell him to hurry.

Cassion had no idea what was going on right now.

Nothing came into his mind about what was going on, but the only thing that was certain was that now was the opportunity.

Hesitantly, Cassion quickly rose from his seat.

He clenched his shaking fists, reddened his earlobes, and squeezed his throat.

“I know it’s too late, but actually, ah, thank you, brother!”

His voice that burst out was louder than expected.

Even the listeners felt uneasy with his trembling voice.

“I’m immature and I’m not very good at expressing myself…….I didn’t mean to be mean to brother. So, please don’t hate me too much.”

Cassion squeezed his eyes shut.

The tips of Tamon’s ears turned red as well.

He was not sure how to take this.

“Uh….I see.”

He sat cross-legged, looking uncomfortable.

Rarely bewildered eyes prowled the table with Roselyn, and he added a word like a sigh.

“I know what you mean, uh, I see…”

“Um, I….I…”

“Cassion.”

He swept his hair like he was hot, shaking his head to tell Cassion to stop now.

“That’s enough.”

Still, the tips of his ears stained red.

***

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****

The faces of the two men who confirmed each other hardened at almost the same speed.

Roselyn smiled obliquely, looking at the two who looked alike, “Brothers are brothers indeed,” she thought.

She sat down at the table first, and said to them,

“Why don’t you sit down instead of standing like that? You seem to have been standing for a while now.”

“Why is Cassion here? I don’t remember calling him.”

 “Because I called him.”

Tamon looked at Roselyn with a look of displeasure.

Or, more accurately, he seemed to be uncomfortable with this situation right now.

Roselyn smiled gracefully and said the word.

“Cooperation.”

He must be ‘cooperative’ for breakfast.

Yes, that was her condition. It meant that she had this situation in mind from the beginning.

Tamon glared at Roselyn with a reluctant face and meekly sat down in his seat.

Cassion, who was watching Tamon take his seat, hesitantly found his own seat and sat down without saying a word.

It was not a dining room table, so the table was not large.

So the three of them were very close. To the point they could see each other’s expressions clearly.

Tamon lifted the fork with a weak sigh.

He didn’t understand Roselyn’s intentions.

He came here to see what interesting thing she had done, but it turned out it was Cassion.

The seat was uncomfortable, and so was Cassion.

Lady Aranrosia said she invited him to breakfast, and Asrell came to pick him up.

He couldn’t believe she asked him to have breakfast with her first.

Cassion was so surprised and perplexed that he threw the wooden sword he had been wielding tenaciously all morning and hurriedly followed Asrell.

But it was disappointing that the person he met was his brother.

“Didn’t you say you were leaving?”

Tamon, who had eaten the appetizer with his fork a few times, told him to get a plate and opened his mouth first.

“I plan to stay here until Owen recovers. I’ll take care of him until then. Brother.”

Cassion’s voice was stiff as he answered, but it wasn’t out of defiance or rebellion.

He was nervous.

It was Tamon who didn’t pay attention to Cassion no matter what he did.

Tamon had never refused and listened to all the demands even if they were childish or wild.

At that time, Cassion thought it was natural.

His older brother who took care of him, who was weak and he took care of the family and fulfilled all his needs.

In his arrogance, he took it for granted.

That was his brother’s affection for him and guilt.

But it was not.

“Cassion, I’m not generous to those who want to covet what is  mine. But since you are my one and only flesh and blood, I have been merciful once.”

The coldest voice Cassion had ever heard rang in his ears.

It was also the same brutal voice that said if he was not his flesh and blood, Tamon would have pulled out both Cassion’s eyes and cut off his ankles by now.

His older brother didn’t love him, or feel sorry for him, so he indulged him.

He was a thorn in his eyes.

Cassion self mocked himself sadly.

His illness was cured, and his confidence, which he felt as if everything in the world belonged to him, was gone in an instant.

He was nothing.

And that was the truth he hid under the words, “It was mine to begin with.”

He no longer had the arrogant pride of being a follower of the great Tamon Krasis.

So he didn’t know what to do.

He felt gloomy and listless.

Even being in his parents’ house was a thorn in his side, but it was not easy to leave. It seemed that if he left, he would be far away forever.

Even though he heard harsh words from Tamon, he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

‘Am I a fool? No, that doesn’t mean there’s any solution…’

If Aranrosia didn’t tell him to learn self-defense, he might have locked himself in his room and done nothing.

Cassion glanced sideways at the man and the woman sitting like a painting.

As he felt at some point, the two of them unknowingly resemble each other.

They seemed to be completely different, but the odd resemblance made the two of them seem more relaxed. 

‘What is it?’

Cassion glanced at Roselyn and made eye contact.

His face flushed like someone who had been caught doing something wrong.

She stared at him casually, and glanced at his hand holding the knife. 

“I heard you’re working hard. You’re practicing.”

“Did you hear that?”

Cassion looked up in surprise and joy, and he glanced at Tamon, who only glanced at Cassion, but Cassion’s heart seemed to throb even at that.

“I also heard from Jorge that you seem to have a talent for spearmanship.”

Cassion’s expression brightened at once. He was glad that she understood his efforts.

Cassion bit his lips tightly with a face that seemed to be shaking hard if he had a tail.

If he hadn’t put so much effort into it, he would have laughed himself silly.

“Well, it’s all thanks to being healthy.”

Cassion looked at Tamon’s face as he quietly recited.

“You must be healthy thanks to the good medicine.”

Roselyn smiled quietly and corrected Cassion’s words.

The brothers’ eyes turned to Roselyn.

Roselyn finished her appetizer, not caring about that cold stare. 

Just before the next plate came out, Roselyn took out a small box that had been placed beside her and offered it to Cassion. 

“What’s this?”

Cassion asked with his eyes wide open, as if he didn’t think it was his. 

“Open it.”

Cassion opened the box as if he was possessed. Inside was a pair of practice gloves used by beginners. 

The faint blue ornament embedded on the back of the gloves was similar to the color of Cassion’s eyes. 

“You’re giving it to me? A gift for me?”

Cassion’s voice trembled faintly. The unexpected gift made him forget Tamon’s existence.

 Tamon, on the other hand, stared at Roselyn as if to say, “What the hell is going on?”

Roselyn tugged again on the end of the box she had offered to Cassion.

“I’m not giving it to you for free.”

 “What?”

It wasn’t actually that great of a gift, but she lifted her chin as if she were a queen bestowing great things.

“First, don’t say ‘It was originally mine’ again.”

Surprised, the area around Cassion’s eyes turned red.

“Second, say thank you for the medicine.”

The word “to whom” was omitted, but it didn’t need to be said, everyone knew what she meant.

“Um, what’s that…”

“Who would you like to be thanked by………..”

The two brothers opened their mouths at the same time.

Roselyn raised her finger and brought it up to her lips.

“Shh,” she said, looking at Tamon this time, as she signaled for him to be quiet.

“You’re going to have to accept it.”

Tamon stared at Asha for a moment with a gasp.

A heavy silence fell on the table.

Asrell, who had been carrying the plates, stepped back.

She cheered Aranrosia with quiet and enthusiastic eyes.

Aranrosia was the only one who could bully those brothers who could neither hate nor love each other.   

And after provoking them both at the same time, how encouraging and reassuring it was to see them so calm and composed.

Asrell could see why Satin shed tears whenever he was moved.

Because she wanted to do the same now.

“I don’t think you’re the type to do this.”

Tamon said in a quiet, somber voice.

Roselyn did not deny it.

“If it was before, I would not have interfered in such a personal matter, but now I want to interrupt. It’s for my own good.”

“What do you mean, for you?

“Just, this is my vicarious satisfaction, not for the two, but for me. So I just want you to cooperate.”

“Vicarious satisfaction?”

Cassion intervened, asking what that meant.

Whether it was intentional or not, Roselyn’s voice changed.

“I don’t have a brother to say thank you, I’m sorry, I miss you anymore.”

Depending on how one listened, it sounded really sad.

They could even see the sadness in her slightly lowered eyes.

Even after observing her for a long time, Tamon couldn’t tell if it was a real face or a fake face.

She would sometimes create a dramatic voice to express her opinions in meetings. 

“So I hope the two of you are willing to cooperate.”

He couldn’t believe she was making such an insolent request in such a gloomy voice.

…But he couldn’t help but listen.

Tamon laughed hollowly, shaking his head lightly as if he couldn’t win.

He looked at Cassion and shook his head as if to tell him to hurry.

Cassion had no idea what was going on right now.

Nothing came into his mind about what was going on, but the only thing that was certain was that now was the opportunity.

Hesitantly, Cassion quickly rose from his seat.

He clenched his shaking fists, reddened his earlobes, and squeezed his throat.

“I know it’s too late, but actually, ah, thank you, brother!”

His voice that burst out was louder than expected.

Even the listeners felt uneasy with his trembling voice.

“I’m immature and I’m not very good at expressing myself…….I didn’t mean to be mean to brother. So, please don’t hate me too much.”

Cassion squeezed his eyes shut.

The tips of Tamon’s ears turned red as well.

He was not sure how to take this.

“Uh….I see.”

He sat cross-legged, looking uncomfortable.

Rarely bewildered eyes prowled the table with Roselyn, and he added a word like a sigh.

“I know what you mean, uh, I see…”

“Um, I….I…”

“Cassion.”

He swept his hair like he was hot, shaking his head to tell Cassion to stop now.

“That’s enough.”

Still, the tips of his ears stained red.

***

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****

The faces of the two men who confirmed each other hardened at almost the same speed.

Roselyn smiled obliquely, looking at the two who looked alike, “Brothers are brothers indeed,” she thought.

She sat down at the table first, and said to them,

“Why don’t you sit down instead of standing like that? You seem to have been standing for a while now.”

“Why is Cassion here? I don’t remember calling him.”

 “Because I called him.”

Tamon looked at Roselyn with a look of displeasure.

Or, more accurately, he seemed to be uncomfortable with this situation right now.

Roselyn smiled gracefully and said the word.

“Cooperation.”

He must be ‘cooperative’ for breakfast.

Yes, that was her condition. It meant that she had this situation in mind from the beginning.

Tamon glared at Roselyn with a reluctant face and meekly sat down in his seat.

Cassion, who was watching Tamon take his seat, hesitantly found his own seat and sat down without saying a word.

It was not a dining room table, so the table was not large.

So the three of them were very close. To the point they could see each other’s expressions clearly.

Tamon lifted the fork with a weak sigh.

He didn’t understand Roselyn’s intentions.

He came here to see what interesting thing she had done, but it turned out it was Cassion.

The seat was uncomfortable, and so was Cassion.

Lady Aranrosia said she invited him to breakfast, and Asrell came to pick him up.

He couldn’t believe she asked him to have breakfast with her first.

Cassion was so surprised and perplexed that he threw the wooden sword he had been wielding tenaciously all morning and hurriedly followed Asrell.

But it was disappointing that the person he met was his brother.

“Didn’t you say you were leaving?”

Tamon, who had eaten the appetizer with his fork a few times, told him to get a plate and opened his mouth first.

“I plan to stay here until Owen recovers. I’ll take care of him until then. Brother.”

Cassion’s voice was stiff as he answered, but it wasn’t out of defiance or rebellion.

He was nervous.

It was Tamon who didn’t pay attention to Cassion no matter what he did.

Tamon had never refused and listened to all the demands even if they were childish or wild.

At that time, Cassion thought it was natural.

His older brother who took care of him, who was weak and he took care of the family and fulfilled all his needs.

In his arrogance, he took it for granted.

That was his brother’s affection for him and guilt.

But it was not.

“Cassion, I’m not generous to those who want to covet what is  mine. But since you are my one and only flesh and blood, I have been merciful once.”

The coldest voice Cassion had ever heard rang in his ears.

It was also the same brutal voice that said if he was not his flesh and blood, Tamon would have pulled out both Cassion’s eyes and cut off his ankles by now.

His older brother didn’t love him, or feel sorry for him, so he indulged him.

He was a thorn in his eyes.

Cassion self mocked himself sadly.

His illness was cured, and his confidence, which he felt as if everything in the world belonged to him, was gone in an instant.

He was nothing.

And that was the truth he hid under the words, “It was mine to begin with.”

He no longer had the arrogant pride of being a follower of the great Tamon Krasis.

So he didn’t know what to do.

He felt gloomy and listless.

Even being in his parents’ house was a thorn in his side, but it was not easy to leave. It seemed that if he left, he would be far away forever.

Even though he heard harsh words from Tamon, he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

‘Am I a fool? No, that doesn’t mean there’s any solution…’

If Aranrosia didn’t tell him to learn self-defense, he might have locked himself in his room and done nothing.

Cassion glanced sideways at the man and the woman sitting like a painting.

As he felt at some point, the two of them unknowingly resemble each other.

They seemed to be completely different, but the odd resemblance made the two of them seem more relaxed. 

‘What is it?’

Cassion glanced at Roselyn and made eye contact.

His face flushed like someone who had been caught doing something wrong.

She stared at him casually, and glanced at his hand holding the knife. 

“I heard you’re working hard. You’re practicing.”

“Did you hear that?”

Cassion looked up in surprise and joy, and he glanced at Tamon, who only glanced at Cassion, but Cassion’s heart seemed to throb even at that.

“I also heard from Jorge that you seem to have a talent for spearmanship.”

Cassion’s expression brightened at once. He was glad that she understood his efforts.

Cassion bit his lips tightly with a face that seemed to be shaking hard if he had a tail.

If he hadn’t put so much effort into it, he would have laughed himself silly.

“Well, it’s all thanks to being healthy.”

Cassion looked at Tamon’s face as he quietly recited.

“You must be healthy thanks to the good medicine.”

Roselyn smiled quietly and corrected Cassion’s words.

The brothers’ eyes turned to Roselyn.

Roselyn finished her appetizer, not caring about that cold stare. 

Just before the next plate came out, Roselyn took out a small box that had been placed beside her and offered it to Cassion. 

“What’s this?”

Cassion asked with his eyes wide open, as if he didn’t think it was his. 

“Open it.”

Cassion opened the box as if he was possessed. Inside was a pair of practice gloves used by beginners. 

The faint blue ornament embedded on the back of the gloves was similar to the color of Cassion’s eyes. 

“You’re giving it to me? A gift for me?”

Cassion’s voice trembled faintly. The unexpected gift made him forget Tamon’s existence.

 Tamon, on the other hand, stared at Roselyn as if to say, “What the hell is going on?”

Roselyn tugged again on the end of the box she had offered to Cassion.

“I’m not giving it to you for free.”

 “What?”

It wasn’t actually that great of a gift, but she lifted her chin as if she were a queen bestowing great things.

“First, don’t say ‘It was originally mine’ again.”

Surprised, the area around Cassion’s eyes turned red.

“Second, say thank you for the medicine.”

The word “to whom” was omitted, but it didn’t need to be said, everyone knew what she meant.

“Um, what’s that…”

“Who would you like to be thanked by………..”

The two brothers opened their mouths at the same time.

Roselyn raised her finger and brought it up to her lips.

“Shh,” she said, looking at Tamon this time, as she signaled for him to be quiet.

“You’re going to have to accept it.”

Tamon stared at Asha for a moment with a gasp.

A heavy silence fell on the table.

Asrell, who had been carrying the plates, stepped back.

She cheered Aranrosia with quiet and enthusiastic eyes.

Aranrosia was the only one who could bully those brothers who could neither hate nor love each other.   

And after provoking them both at the same time, how encouraging and reassuring it was to see them so calm and composed.

Asrell could see why Satin shed tears whenever he was moved.

Because she wanted to do the same now.

“I don’t think you’re the type to do this.”

Tamon said in a quiet, somber voice.

Roselyn did not deny it.

“If it was before, I would not have interfered in such a personal matter, but now I want to interrupt. It’s for my own good.”

“What do you mean, for you?

“Just, this is my vicarious satisfaction, not for the two, but for me. So I just want you to cooperate.”

“Vicarious satisfaction?”

Cassion intervened, asking what that meant.

Whether it was intentional or not, Roselyn’s voice changed.

“I don’t have a brother to say thank you, I’m sorry, I miss you anymore.”

Depending on how one listened, it sounded really sad.

They could even see the sadness in her slightly lowered eyes.

Even after observing her for a long time, Tamon couldn’t tell if it was a real face or a fake face.

She would sometimes create a dramatic voice to express her opinions in meetings. 

“So I hope the two of you are willing to cooperate.”

He couldn’t believe she was making such an insolent request in such a gloomy voice.

…But he couldn’t help but listen.

Tamon laughed hollowly, shaking his head lightly as if he couldn’t win.

He looked at Cassion and shook his head as if to tell him to hurry.

Cassion had no idea what was going on right now.

Nothing came into his mind about what was going on, but the only thing that was certain was that now was the opportunity.

Hesitantly, Cassion quickly rose from his seat.

He clenched his shaking fists, reddened his earlobes, and squeezed his throat.

“I know it’s too late, but actually, ah, thank you, brother!”

His voice that burst out was louder than expected.

Even the listeners felt uneasy with his trembling voice.

“I’m immature and I’m not very good at expressing myself…….I didn’t mean to be mean to brother. So, please don’t hate me too much.”

Cassion squeezed his eyes shut.

The tips of Tamon’s ears turned red as well.

He was not sure how to take this.

“Uh….I see.”

He sat cross-legged, looking uncomfortable.

Rarely bewildered eyes prowled the table with Roselyn, and he added a word like a sigh.

“I know what you mean, uh, I see…”

“Um, I….I…”

“Cassion.”

He swept his hair like he was hot, shaking his head to tell Cassion to stop now.

“That’s enough.”

Still, the tips of his ears stained red.

***

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****

The faces of the two men who confirmed each other hardened at almost the same speed.

Roselyn smiled obliquely, looking at the two who looked alike, “Brothers are brothers indeed,” she thought.

She sat down at the table first, and said to them,

“Why don’t you sit down instead of standing like that? You seem to have been standing for a while now.”

“Why is Cassion here? I don’t remember calling him.”

 “Because I called him.”

Tamon looked at Roselyn with a look of displeasure.

Or, more accurately, he seemed to be uncomfortable with this situation right now.

Roselyn smiled gracefully and said the word.

“Cooperation.”

He must be ‘cooperative’ for breakfast.

Yes, that was her condition. It meant that she had this situation in mind from the beginning.

Tamon glared at Roselyn with a reluctant face and meekly sat down in his seat.

Cassion, who was watching Tamon take his seat, hesitantly found his own seat and sat down without saying a word.

It was not a dining room table, so the table was not large.

So the three of them were very close. To the point they could see each other’s expressions clearly.

Tamon lifted the fork with a weak sigh.

He didn’t understand Roselyn’s intentions.

He came here to see what interesting thing she had done, but it turned out it was Cassion.

The seat was uncomfortable, and so was Cassion.

Lady Aranrosia said she invited him to breakfast, and Asrell came to pick him up.

He couldn’t believe she asked him to have breakfast with her first.

Cassion was so surprised and perplexed that he threw the wooden sword he had been wielding tenaciously all morning and hurriedly followed Asrell.

But it was disappointing that the person he met was his brother.

“Didn’t you say you were leaving?”

Tamon, who had eaten the appetizer with his fork a few times, told him to get a plate and opened his mouth first.

“I plan to stay here until Owen recovers. I’ll take care of him until then. Brother.”

Cassion’s voice was stiff as he answered, but it wasn’t out of defiance or rebellion.

He was nervous.

It was Tamon who didn’t pay attention to Cassion no matter what he did.

Tamon had never refused and listened to all the demands even if they were childish or wild.

At that time, Cassion thought it was natural.

His older brother who took care of him, who was weak and he took care of the family and fulfilled all his needs.

In his arrogance, he took it for granted.

That was his brother’s affection for him and guilt.

But it was not.

“Cassion, I’m not generous to those who want to covet what is  mine. But since you are my one and only flesh and blood, I have been merciful once.”

The coldest voice Cassion had ever heard rang in his ears.

It was also the same brutal voice that said if he was not his flesh and blood, Tamon would have pulled out both Cassion’s eyes and cut off his ankles by now.

His older brother didn’t love him, or feel sorry for him, so he indulged him.

He was a thorn in his eyes.

Cassion self mocked himself sadly.

His illness was cured, and his confidence, which he felt as if everything in the world belonged to him, was gone in an instant.

He was nothing.

And that was the truth he hid under the words, “It was mine to begin with.”

He no longer had the arrogant pride of being a follower of the great Tamon Krasis.

So he didn’t know what to do.

He felt gloomy and listless.

Even being in his parents’ house was a thorn in his side, but it was not easy to leave. It seemed that if he left, he would be far away forever.

Even though he heard harsh words from Tamon, he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

‘Am I a fool? No, that doesn’t mean there’s any solution…’

If Aranrosia didn’t tell him to learn self-defense, he might have locked himself in his room and done nothing.

Cassion glanced sideways at the man and the woman sitting like a painting.

As he felt at some point, the two of them unknowingly resemble each other.

They seemed to be completely different, but the odd resemblance made the two of them seem more relaxed. 

‘What is it?’

Cassion glanced at Roselyn and made eye contact.

His face flushed like someone who had been caught doing something wrong.

She stared at him casually, and glanced at his hand holding the knife. 

“I heard you’re working hard. You’re practicing.”

“Did you hear that?”

Cassion looked up in surprise and joy, and he glanced at Tamon, who only glanced at Cassion, but Cassion’s heart seemed to throb even at that.

“I also heard from Jorge that you seem to have a talent for spearmanship.”

Cassion’s expression brightened at once. He was glad that she understood his efforts.

Cassion bit his lips tightly with a face that seemed to be shaking hard if he had a tail.

If he hadn’t put so much effort into it, he would have laughed himself silly.

“Well, it’s all thanks to being healthy.”

Cassion looked at Tamon’s face as he quietly recited.

“You must be healthy thanks to the good medicine.”

Roselyn smiled quietly and corrected Cassion’s words.

The brothers’ eyes turned to Roselyn.

Roselyn finished her appetizer, not caring about that cold stare. 

Just before the next plate came out, Roselyn took out a small box that had been placed beside her and offered it to Cassion. 

“What’s this?”

Cassion asked with his eyes wide open, as if he didn’t think it was his. 

“Open it.”

Cassion opened the box as if he was possessed. Inside was a pair of practice gloves used by beginners. 

The faint blue ornament embedded on the back of the gloves was similar to the color of Cassion’s eyes. 

“You’re giving it to me? A gift for me?”

Cassion’s voice trembled faintly. The unexpected gift made him forget Tamon’s existence.

 Tamon, on the other hand, stared at Roselyn as if to say, “What the hell is going on?”

Roselyn tugged again on the end of the box she had offered to Cassion.

“I’m not giving it to you for free.”

 “What?”

It wasn’t actually that great of a gift, but she lifted her chin as if she were a queen bestowing great things.

“First, don’t say ‘It was originally mine’ again.”

Surprised, the area around Cassion’s eyes turned red.

“Second, say thank you for the medicine.”

The word “to whom” was omitted, but it didn’t need to be said, everyone knew what she meant.

“Um, what’s that…”

“Who would you like to be thanked by………..”

The two brothers opened their mouths at the same time.

Roselyn raised her finger and brought it up to her lips.

“Shh,” she said, looking at Tamon this time, as she signaled for him to be quiet.

“You’re going to have to accept it.”

Tamon stared at Asha for a moment with a gasp.

A heavy silence fell on the table.

Asrell, who had been carrying the plates, stepped back.

She cheered Aranrosia with quiet and enthusiastic eyes.

Aranrosia was the only one who could bully those brothers who could neither hate nor love each other.   

And after provoking them both at the same time, how encouraging and reassuring it was to see them so calm and composed.

Asrell could see why Satin shed tears whenever he was moved.

Because she wanted to do the same now.

“I don’t think you’re the type to do this.”

Tamon said in a quiet, somber voice.

Roselyn did not deny it.

“If it was before, I would not have interfered in such a personal matter, but now I want to interrupt. It’s for my own good.”

“What do you mean, for you?

“Just, this is my vicarious satisfaction, not for the two, but for me. So I just want you to cooperate.”

“Vicarious satisfaction?”

Cassion intervened, asking what that meant.

Whether it was intentional or not, Roselyn’s voice changed.

“I don’t have a brother to say thank you, I’m sorry, I miss you anymore.”

Depending on how one listened, it sounded really sad.

They could even see the sadness in her slightly lowered eyes.

Even after observing her for a long time, Tamon couldn’t tell if it was a real face or a fake face.

She would sometimes create a dramatic voice to express her opinions in meetings. 

“So I hope the two of you are willing to cooperate.”

He couldn’t believe she was making such an insolent request in such a gloomy voice.

…But he couldn’t help but listen.

Tamon laughed hollowly, shaking his head lightly as if he couldn’t win.

He looked at Cassion and shook his head as if to tell him to hurry.

Cassion had no idea what was going on right now.

Nothing came into his mind about what was going on, but the only thing that was certain was that now was the opportunity.

Hesitantly, Cassion quickly rose from his seat.

He clenched his shaking fists, reddened his earlobes, and squeezed his throat.

“I know it’s too late, but actually, ah, thank you, brother!”

His voice that burst out was louder than expected.

Even the listeners felt uneasy with his trembling voice.

“I’m immature and I’m not very good at expressing myself…….I didn’t mean to be mean to brother. So, please don’t hate me too much.”

Cassion squeezed his eyes shut.

The tips of Tamon’s ears turned red as well.

He was not sure how to take this.

“Uh….I see.”

He sat cross-legged, looking uncomfortable.

Rarely bewildered eyes prowled the table with Roselyn, and he added a word like a sigh.

“I know what you mean, uh, I see…”

“Um, I….I…”

“Cassion.”

He swept his hair like he was hot, shaking his head to tell Cassion to stop now.

“That’s enough.”

Still, the tips of his ears stained red.

***

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****

The faces of the two men who confirmed each other hardened at almost the same speed.

Roselyn smiled obliquely, looking at the two who looked alike, “Brothers are brothers indeed,” she thought.

She sat down at the table first, and said to them,

“Why don’t you sit down instead of standing like that? You seem to have been standing for a while now.”

“Why is Cassion here? I don’t remember calling him.”

 “Because I called him.”

Tamon looked at Roselyn with a look of displeasure.

Or, more accurately, he seemed to be uncomfortable with this situation right now.

Roselyn smiled gracefully and said the word.

“Cooperation.”

He must be ‘cooperative’ for breakfast.

Yes, that was her condition. It meant that she had this situation in mind from the beginning.

Tamon glared at Roselyn with a reluctant face and meekly sat down in his seat.

Cassion, who was watching Tamon take his seat, hesitantly found his own seat and sat down without saying a word.

It was not a dining room table, so the table was not large.

So the three of them were very close. To the point they could see each other’s expressions clearly.

Tamon lifted the fork with a weak sigh.

He didn’t understand Roselyn’s intentions.

He came here to see what interesting thing she had done, but it turned out it was Cassion.

The seat was uncomfortable, and so was Cassion.

Lady Aranrosia said she invited him to breakfast, and Asrell came to pick him up.

He couldn’t believe she asked him to have breakfast with her first.

Cassion was so surprised and perplexed that he threw the wooden sword he had been wielding tenaciously all morning and hurriedly followed Asrell.

But it was disappointing that the person he met was his brother.

“Didn’t you say you were leaving?”

Tamon, who had eaten the appetizer with his fork a few times, told him to get a plate and opened his mouth first.

“I plan to stay here until Owen recovers. I’ll take care of him until then. Brother.”

Cassion’s voice was stiff as he answered, but it wasn’t out of defiance or rebellion.

He was nervous.

It was Tamon who didn’t pay attention to Cassion no matter what he did.

Tamon had never refused and listened to all the demands even if they were childish or wild.

At that time, Cassion thought it was natural.

His older brother who took care of him, who was weak and he took care of the family and fulfilled all his needs.

In his arrogance, he took it for granted.

That was his brother’s affection for him and guilt.

But it was not.

“Cassion, I’m not generous to those who want to covet what is  mine. But since you are my one and only flesh and blood, I have been merciful once.”

The coldest voice Cassion had ever heard rang in his ears.

It was also the same brutal voice that said if he was not his flesh and blood, Tamon would have pulled out both Cassion’s eyes and cut off his ankles by now.

His older brother didn’t love him, or feel sorry for him, so he indulged him.

He was a thorn in his eyes.

Cassion self mocked himself sadly.

His illness was cured, and his confidence, which he felt as if everything in the world belonged to him, was gone in an instant.

He was nothing.

And that was the truth he hid under the words, “It was mine to begin with.”

He no longer had the arrogant pride of being a follower of the great Tamon Krasis.

So he didn’t know what to do.

He felt gloomy and listless.

Even being in his parents’ house was a thorn in his side, but it was not easy to leave. It seemed that if he left, he would be far away forever.

Even though he heard harsh words from Tamon, he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

‘Am I a fool? No, that doesn’t mean there’s any solution…’

If Aranrosia didn’t tell him to learn self-defense, he might have locked himself in his room and done nothing.

Cassion glanced sideways at the man and the woman sitting like a painting.

As he felt at some point, the two of them unknowingly resemble each other.

They seemed to be completely different, but the odd resemblance made the two of them seem more relaxed. 

‘What is it?’

Cassion glanced at Roselyn and made eye contact.

His face flushed like someone who had been caught doing something wrong.

She stared at him casually, and glanced at his hand holding the knife. 

“I heard you’re working hard. You’re practicing.”

“Did you hear that?”

Cassion looked up in surprise and joy, and he glanced at Tamon, who only glanced at Cassion, but Cassion’s heart seemed to throb even at that.

“I also heard from Jorge that you seem to have a talent for spearmanship.”

Cassion’s expression brightened at once. He was glad that she understood his efforts.

Cassion bit his lips tightly with a face that seemed to be shaking hard if he had a tail.

If he hadn’t put so much effort into it, he would have laughed himself silly.

“Well, it’s all thanks to being healthy.”

Cassion looked at Tamon’s face as he quietly recited.

“You must be healthy thanks to the good medicine.”

Roselyn smiled quietly and corrected Cassion’s words.

The brothers’ eyes turned to Roselyn.

Roselyn finished her appetizer, not caring about that cold stare. 

Just before the next plate came out, Roselyn took out a small box that had been placed beside her and offered it to Cassion. 

“What’s this?”

Cassion asked with his eyes wide open, as if he didn’t think it was his. 

“Open it.”

Cassion opened the box as if he was possessed. Inside was a pair of practice gloves used by beginners. 

The faint blue ornament embedded on the back of the gloves was similar to the color of Cassion’s eyes. 

“You’re giving it to me? A gift for me?”

Cassion’s voice trembled faintly. The unexpected gift made him forget Tamon’s existence.

 Tamon, on the other hand, stared at Roselyn as if to say, “What the hell is going on?”

Roselyn tugged again on the end of the box she had offered to Cassion.

“I’m not giving it to you for free.”

 “What?”

It wasn’t actually that great of a gift, but she lifted her chin as if she were a queen bestowing great things.

“First, don’t say ‘It was originally mine’ again.”

Surprised, the area around Cassion’s eyes turned red.

“Second, say thank you for the medicine.”

The word “to whom” was omitted, but it didn’t need to be said, everyone knew what she meant.

“Um, what’s that…”

“Who would you like to be thanked by………..”

The two brothers opened their mouths at the same time.

Roselyn raised her finger and brought it up to her lips.

“Shh,” she said, looking at Tamon this time, as she signaled for him to be quiet.

“You’re going to have to accept it.”

Tamon stared at Asha for a moment with a gasp.

A heavy silence fell on the table.

Asrell, who had been carrying the plates, stepped back.

She cheered Aranrosia with quiet and enthusiastic eyes.

Aranrosia was the only one who could bully those brothers who could neither hate nor love each other.   

And after provoking them both at the same time, how encouraging and reassuring it was to see them so calm and composed.

Asrell could see why Satin shed tears whenever he was moved.

Because she wanted to do the same now.

“I don’t think you’re the type to do this.”

Tamon said in a quiet, somber voice.

Roselyn did not deny it.

“If it was before, I would not have interfered in such a personal matter, but now I want to interrupt. It’s for my own good.”

“What do you mean, for you?

“Just, this is my vicarious satisfaction, not for the two, but for me. So I just want you to cooperate.”

“Vicarious satisfaction?”

Cassion intervened, asking what that meant.

Whether it was intentional or not, Roselyn’s voice changed.

“I don’t have a brother to say thank you, I’m sorry, I miss you anymore.”

Depending on how one listened, it sounded really sad.

They could even see the sadness in her slightly lowered eyes.

Even after observing her for a long time, Tamon couldn’t tell if it was a real face or a fake face.

She would sometimes create a dramatic voice to express her opinions in meetings. 

“So I hope the two of you are willing to cooperate.”

He couldn’t believe she was making such an insolent request in such a gloomy voice.

…But he couldn’t help but listen.

Tamon laughed hollowly, shaking his head lightly as if he couldn’t win.

He looked at Cassion and shook his head as if to tell him to hurry.

Cassion had no idea what was going on right now.

Nothing came into his mind about what was going on, but the only thing that was certain was that now was the opportunity.

Hesitantly, Cassion quickly rose from his seat.

He clenched his shaking fists, reddened his earlobes, and squeezed his throat.

“I know it’s too late, but actually, ah, thank you, brother!”

His voice that burst out was louder than expected.

Even the listeners felt uneasy with his trembling voice.

“I’m immature and I’m not very good at expressing myself…….I didn’t mean to be mean to brother. So, please don’t hate me too much.”

Cassion squeezed his eyes shut.

The tips of Tamon’s ears turned red as well.

He was not sure how to take this.

“Uh….I see.”

He sat cross-legged, looking uncomfortable.

Rarely bewildered eyes prowled the table with Roselyn, and he added a word like a sigh.

“I know what you mean, uh, I see…”

“Um, I….I…”

“Cassion.”

He swept his hair like he was hot, shaking his head to tell Cassion to stop now.

“That’s enough.”

Still, the tips of his ears stained red.