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Table of Contents

  • 1. Chapter 1. Kill The Empress
  • 2. Chapter 2. Tanatos’s Cripple Empress
  • 3. Chapter 3. She's Really Here
  • 4. Chapter 4. The Empress Is Going To Die
  • 5. Chapter 5. How Did This Happen?
  • 6. Chapter 6. Swallowing Eyes
  • 7. Chapter 7. Natasha Roanti
  • 8. Chapter 8. The Crying Sound
  • 9. Chapter 9. Are You Throwing Yourself Away?
  • 10. Chapter 10. Why Did This Woman...?
  • 11. Chapter 11. Then Bite If Off And Kill Me
  • 12. Chapter 12. Ability To Save
  • 13. Chapter 13. The Shadow She Left Behind
  • 14. Chapter 14. Into His Realm
  • 15. Chapter 15. Tamon's Purpose
  • 16. Chapter 16. This Damn Woman!
  • 17. Chapter 17. I've Never Hated You
  • 18. Chapter 18. How About Love?
  • 19. Chapter 19. A Night Walk
  • 20. Chapter 20. How Do You Want To Die
  • 21. Chapter 21. Ronasso's Anxiety
  • 22. Chapter 22. How To Let Go Of Sadness
  • 23. Chapter 23. Lersha Resha
  • 24. Chapter 24. It’s Not Ugly
  • 25. Chapter 25. Where Is The Empress's Treasure?
  • 26. Chapter 26. The Reason For Death
  • 27. Chapter 27. The Consolation Of The Unashamed
  • 28. Chapter 28. A New Name
  • 29. Chapter 29. A Small Change
  • 30. Chapter 30. Out Of Control
  • 31. Chapter 31. There's Always Trouble
  • 32. Chapter 32. Dazzling Silver Hair And Purple Crystal Eyes
  • 33. Chapter 33. My Silver Fox
  • 34. Chapter 34. Is It Okay To Eat This Poisonous Plant?
  • 35. Chapter 35. Don't Be Weak
  • 36. Chapter 36. Don’t Leave Me
  • 37. Chapter 37. An Unfamiliar Peace
  • 38. Chapter 38. Warmth Of The Palm
  • 39. Chapter 39. Give Me Your Right Foot
  • 40. Chapter 40. That’s Right
  • 41. Chapter 41. The Bride's Scream
  • 42. Chapter 42. You Are Like A Gift
  • 43. Chapter 43. Ensemble Drink
  • 44. Chapter 44. I Think It’s Her
  • 45. Chapter 45. Exactly One Month
  • 46. Chapter 46. I’m Disappointed
  • 47. Chapter 47. She Doesn’t Know
  • 48. Chapter 48. To The Lady Of The Pink Rose Forest
  • 49. Chapter 49. Red Stigma On The Chest
  • 50. Chapter 50. That Person Will Come
  • 51. Chapter 51. Smile Next Time
  • 52. Chapter 52. I’m The Owner Of That Leg
  • 53. Chapter 53. The Twins’ Dream
  • 54. Chapter 54. Karen Turasia
  • 55. Chapter 55. Red Passion In The Desert
  • 56. Chapter 56. Cassion Krasis
  • 57. Chapter 57. Brothers
  • 58. Chapter 58. He Did Not Know How To Be Patient
  • 59. Chapter 59. An Unpleasant Visitor
  • 60. Chapter 60. My Brother's Mistress
  • 61. Chapter 61. Tomorrow, Lunch, Together
  • 62. Chapter 62. Roselyn's Anger
  • 63. Chapter 63. Red-eyed Savior
  • 64. Chapter 64. He’s Back
  • 65. Chapter 65. Bloody Master
  • 66. Chapter 66. Welcome Back
  • 67. Chapter 67. I Missed You
  • 68. Chapter 68. Thank You For Staying Alive
  • 69. Chapter 69. It's All Coming Together
  • 70. Chapter 70. Hope That Shine At The End Of Despair
  • 71. Chapter 71. A Mean Woman
  • 72. Chapter 72. Ronasso's Adversity
  • 73. Chapter 73. Preparation To Go Out
  • 74. Chapter 74. Each Person's Heart Flows Differently
  • 75. Chapter 75. Smile, Rosie
  • 76. Chapter 76. Do You Want Me To Show You My Specialty?
  • 77. Chapter 77. Aim And Shoot
  • 78. Chapter 78. The Gap
  • 79. Chapter 79. Arrows That Burn Flesh
  • 80. Chapter 80. I’ll Bring You The Proof
  • 81. Chapter 81. Even If I Die Like This
  • 82. Chapter 82. The Reason She Was Confident In Winning
  • 83. Chapter 83. An Unexpected Guest
  • 84. Chapter 84. Love That Couldn't Overcome Hatred
  • 85. Chapter 85. Aranrosia
  • 86. Chapter 86. The Rightful Owner
  • 87. Chapter 87. Can I Trust You?
  • 88. Chapter 88. A Blind Man
  • 89. Chapter 89. The Wind Lantern Ceremony
  • 90. Chapter 90. If You're There, Come Out
  • 91. Chapter 91. Similar
  • 92. Chapter 92. Ignorance Is Bravery
  • 93. Chapter 93. I Can Tell You
  • 94. Chapter 94. Hartz’s Conditions
  • 95. Chapter 95. If You Kiss Me
  • 96. Chapter 96. Change
  • 97. Chapter 97. Anna
  • 98. Chapter 98. I’ll Have To Remove It
  • 99. Chapter 99. The Prophet's Gamble
  • 100. Chapter 100. Because He's So Good At It
  • 101. Chapter 101. A Mysterious Trend
  • 102. Chapter 102. The Conditions Of The Gift
  • 103. Chapter 103. The Tips Of His Ears
  • 104. Chapter 104. The Meaning Of Yellow Lily
  • 105. Chapter 105. God, Please Take Care Of Them
  • 106. Chapter 106. I'd Like To Meet Him
  • 107. Chapter 107. It’s Beautiful
  • 108. Chapter 108. What Do You Want Me To Do?
  • 109. Chapter 109. There's Only Two Of Us
  • 110. Chapter 110. Even If It Hurts A Little, It Will Last A Long Time
  • 111. Chapter 111. Does This Make Sense?
  • 112. Chapter 112. With Both Feet
  • 113. Chapter 113. Instinct
  • 114. Chapter 114. Did It Happen?
  • 115. Chapter 115. One Step, Two Steps
  • 116. Chapter 116. A Familiar Voice
  • 117. Chapter 117. I See The Glory Of Winter
  • 118. Chapter 118. That's Why It's Not Me
  • 119. Chapter 119. . It Was A Flash
  • 120. Chapter 120. When The Revenge Is Over
  • 121. Chapter 121. What Will He Get?
  • 122. Chapter 122. What Is Your Name?
  • 123. Chapter 123. Sweet
  • 124. Chapter 124. Black Canyon (1)
  • 125. Chapter 125. Black Canyon (2)
  • 126. Chapter 126. A Twisted Doubt
  • 127. Chapter 127. You Have To Save It
  • 128. Chapter 128. The Secret Of The Silver Horned Deer
  • 129. Chapter 129. His Sincerity
  • 130. Chapter 130. Into The Black Fog
  • 131. Chapter 131. Breaking In
  • 132. Chapter 132. Tell Me, Asha
  • 133. Chapter 133. Warmth
  • 134. Chapter 134. Evidence Of Longing
  • 135. Chapter 135. Under The Wheels
  • 136. Chapter 136. Natasha's Crime
  • 137. Chapter 137. Who Left The Flowers?
  • 138. Chapter 138. He Who Sees The Will Of God
  • 139. Chapter 139. Winter Can't Beat The Pines
  • 140. Chapter 140. Let’s Go There Together
  • 141. Chapter 141. Betrayal
  • 142. Chapter 142. A Vanished Home
  • 143. Chapter 143. Finally, At The Imperial Palace
  • 144. Chapter 144. Remove It
  • 145. Chapter 145. Your Worst Nightmare
  • 146. Chapter 146. July 16th
  • 147. Chapter 147. Pretend You Don’t See It. Pretend You Don’t Know It
  • 148. Chapter 148. Take The Child To His Mother
  • 149. Chapter 149. A Crack
  • 150. Chapter 150. Song Of The Fall
  • 151. Chapter 151. Anna’s Situation
  • 152. Chapter 152. Perso’s Anguish
  • 153. Chapter 153. A Suspicious Maid
  • 154. Chapter 154. Whose Baby Is It?
  • 155. Chapter 155. This Is My Answer
  • 156. Chapter 156. The Wild Dog Outside The Fence
  • 157. Chapter 157. The Main Characters
  • 158. Chapter 158. That Day
  • 159. Chapter 159. Let Me Tell You A Secret
  • 160. Chapter 160. Run Away
  • 161. Chapter 161. The Hunt Begins
  • 162. Chapter 162. To The Hell I Got Out Of
  • 163. Chapter 163. Let's Watch
  • 164. Chapter 164. The Crazy Emperor
  • 165. Chapter 165. Rampage

Chapter 1. Kill the Empress

 

 


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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.

Chapter 2. Tanatos’s cripple Empress

 

 


***

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.

Chapter 3. She's really here

 

 


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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.

Chapter 4. The Empress is going to die

 

 


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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.

Chapter 5. How did this happen?

 

 


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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.

Chapter 6. Swallowing eyes

 

 


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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.

Chapter 7. Natasha Roanti

 

 


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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.

Chapter 8. The crying sound

 

 


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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.

Chapter 9. Are you throwing yourself away?

 

 


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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.

Chapter 10. Why did this woman...?

 

 


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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.

Chapter 11. Then bite if off and kill me

 

 


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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.

Chapter 12. Ability to save

 

 


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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.

Chapter 13. The shadow she left behind

 

 


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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.

Chapter 14. Into his realm