"Huh?"
The sudden cheering puzzled him, but Irene just nodded her head without saying anything. As if she knew everything.
Now my shoulders felt heavier. My brother is precious, but the future of the person who would be in a deep friendship with my brother is also precious.
I couldn't let you suffer under a *diabolical man like the Prince of Wales.
*TL/N: Characteristic of the Devil, or so evil as to be suggestive of the Devil.
Fortunately, Benjamin as well as this boy were very young.
Twelve was an age early enough to change the future.
"We'll have to find out more about the Crown prince as soon as possible."
As Irene said so and began to concentrate on the book again, Elvin completely missed the time to confess.
‘So why do you keep saying you need to know about me?'
Of course, Elvin's curiosity could not be solved.
At that moment, Beth, the maid who had a pleasant meeting with her friend, returned with a bright face.
***
"It is said that the little girl from the Webber’s went back safely, Your Highness."
After returning to the Crown Prince's palace, sitting on a window frame, Elvin, who was reading, turned his head for a moment.
The knight, who devoted himself to the imperial family, was politely kneeling.
Elvin covered up the history books that had been brought out of the library with a thud.
"Good thing."
Actually, I was worried.
Somehow Roger Blake's side seemed to be doing something useless.
"Is there a reason for you to worry?”
Elvin laughed for a moment at the knight’s question. Because he knew the real intention of the question.
Perhaps you want to ask if the little girl has any special interest.
What a harsh question. It was all the more so when I thought of the young Irene.
"Benjamin Webber’s mood depends on his sister's comfort."
So he naturally shifted the center of the story to Benjamin Webber.
The knight raised his head.
They were eyes that seemed to be united by loyalty. It was an ideal look for a knight.
The problem is that loyalty was not towards Elvin.
His true loyalty was elsewhere.
Occasionally, it was obvious that he looked at Elvin with eyes like he was spying on him.
Perhaps it was to observe closely whether there was any problem with his growth or whether there was any room for trouble.
And things like changes in human relationships like now.
"To maintain a relationship with him, you care about the girl, too. That's a good idea."
Benjamin Webber's brilliance was already famous in the capital. With that particularly strict character.
So the emperor had previously ‘ordered’ Elvin to build a friendship with Benjamin.
To attribute that superior head as a worker of the imperial family.
Elvin, of course, was faithfully carrying out his order. The son, who learned 'obedience to his father' upon birth, could not refuse to.
"If you keep a good relationship with his sister, Benjamin Webber will be your man without any problems.”
"Well."
"Shall I ask for some gifts for the girl? An average kid would love them."
An average kid?
Elvin thought of a little girl who wrote letters by pressing down on colored pencils.
By all accounts, she was not an ‘ordinary child.’ It was clear just by looking at the vocabulary and interests she used.
"What's wrong?"
When the knight asked, Elvin shook his head.
"If I present a gift quickly, I'll offend Benjamin Webber. It's been a while since we've gotten along, but I don't want to complicate things just yet."
It still bothered me that Irene's interests included the ‘Crown Prince’.
If she were an ordinary eight-year-old child, she wouldn't have paid so much attention.
The ‘Crown Prince' is the one in the fairy tale books for young children. Of course, it would be interesting.
However, such children did not explore the Crown Prince by going through business magazines.
In other words, what she is interested in is Elvin Manuel himself.
Anyway, Elvin decided to change the subject in moderation.
He has been learning little by little lately how to keep his thoughts or mind from being read.
"Just, I thought it would be nice if I had a brother."
"Like Benjamin Webber?"
"Yes, whether it's a girl or boy."
It was a word given to change the subject, but it was also a bit sincere.
I had the confidence to be quite adorable. I can read them a book, I can give them a snack, just like Benjamin did.
On rainy days, I could give them an umbrella, and on snowy days, I could make a snowman bigger than anything.
Normally, just as Benjamin Webber adores his sister.
"It won't be as good as you think, Your Highness."
However, the knight answered sharply. It even contained certainty.
"...."
"The children outside and the children inside the imperial family are different."
"Oh..."
"If you have a brother, you will have to increase your escort five times as much as you already do.”
"Sure."
"Yes, as it's going to be a life-threatening relationship."
"Life...threatening."
"As you may know better.”
The knight replied and glanced at the book that Elvin had brought.
It was a history book.
It was a record of the history before the Terence Dynasty was founded, and the word "Successor confrontation" appeared endlessly inside.
The brother murders his older brother, the brother cripples the older brother.
The stories of hating and despising each other and eventually harming their children were well arranged by time and solidarity.
Elvin just smiled.
"That’s right."
The moment I said so, I realized my subject again.
A cruel whirlpool-like person who drew anyone to death.
Therefore, it was right for him to not pay unnecessary attention to others unless it was a special case.
Even if the other person is a cute girl whom I like enough to want to be my sister.
No, rather, shouldn’t we stay away from her?
"Then I'll finish the book."
Elvin re-positioned himself and opened the book.
The knight turned around, saying, 'Then I will step back so as not to disturb your reading.'
"...."
Elvin fixed his eyes on the book.
At first glance, he seemed to be reading the book, but in fact, he didn't read a word. The reason was unknown to even himself.
Somehow it seemed sick.
Somewhere out of his reach.
***
'Come to think of it.'
That night, Irene, who went to bed, belatedly realized something.
‘I didn't ask for his name.'
The benefactor who gave support for her brother.
‘I was so happy to hear him sincerely listening, that I didn't even think to ask for his name.'
Irene grabbed her thick blanket.
Of course, the people of Webber's always listened to Irene's speech. But it was a consideration for her, who was a " little child."
But the benefactor was different. He didn't treat me like a child and listened carefully.
It's trivial but very difficult. Perhaps the benefactor is a very good person.
‘I’m calling him a benefactor.'
It was a fishy title.
'Well, it's not wrong.'
If we meet again someday, I'll ask for his name.
I can ask my brother, but he probably also wanted to greet properly and open up his relationship.
That way, he also won't have to work for the evil Crown Prince in the future.
Irene fell asleep with a satisfied smile. Let's meet soon, Eun-in.
***
The next day, as soon as Irene opened her eyes, she was led by Beth and soaked herself in a warm bathtub.
"What's going on?"
Irene asked, lining up the ducks that floated on the water.
The ducks with free souls kept moving their registrations, leaving Irene's mind dizzy.
"You know, The busiest designers in the capital are coming to Webber's residence.”
"Why?"
Irene quickly caught the duck, who had fled far away, and placed it back in the line.
"Of course."
Beth answered, staring at Irene, who wrestled with the ducks.
“It's because of the lady's dress. I mean the birthday dress."
"My birthday is in spring, don’t I still have a few months left?"
"I told you. She's the busiest designer in the capital. Of course, we have to place an order a few months before."
Beth scrubbed Irene Face. So that it would shine brightly.
After taking a bath, I dried myself in the warm fire and took off my hair.
While Beth brushed my hair delicately, I wiped myself.
"Lady, in the library."
Peuk!
The duck spewed water on Beth's story and answered instead of Irene.
Library?
"Did you know about the person you were talking to?"
"He's...I don't know."
I don't even know his name.
"I know he’s a good person."
Irene squeezed the duck's stomach and drained the remaining water.
"Oh, my girl is so sweet that she thinks everyone is nice. No one thinks of you badly.”
There are many.
The second generation of bad companies I saw yesterday is the trash that cannot be recycled.
No, the trash would have been helpful to someone.
They're not even trash. Get out of the Earth right now!
...Oh, this isn’t Earth.
Anyway, Irene decided to mention conclusive evidence that the benefactor was not a bad person.
“He’s my brother’s friend. He can't be a bad guy."
"...."
"Huh?"
The sudden cheering puzzled him, but Irene just nodded her head without saying anything. As if she knew everything.
Now my shoulders felt heavier. My brother is precious, but the future of the person who would be in a deep friendship with my brother is also precious.
I couldn't let you suffer under a *diabolical man like the Prince of Wales.
*TL/N: Characteristic of the Devil, or so evil as to be suggestive of the Devil.
Fortunately, Benjamin as well as this boy were very young.
Twelve was an age early enough to change the future.
"We'll have to find out more about the Crown prince as soon as possible."
As Irene said so and began to concentrate on the book again, Elvin completely missed the time to confess.
‘So why do you keep saying you need to know about me?'
Of course, Elvin's curiosity could not be solved.
At that moment, Beth, the maid who had a pleasant meeting with her friend, returned with a bright face.
***
"It is said that the little girl from the Webber’s went back safely, Your Highness."
After returning to the Crown Prince's palace, sitting on a window frame, Elvin, who was reading, turned his head for a moment.
The knight, who devoted himself to the imperial family, was politely kneeling.
Elvin covered up the history books that had been brought out of the library with a thud.
"Good thing."
Actually, I was worried.
Somehow Roger Blake's side seemed to be doing something useless.
"Is there a reason for you to worry?”
Elvin laughed for a moment at the knight’s question. Because he knew the real intention of the question.
Perhaps you want to ask if the little girl has any special interest.
What a harsh question. It was all the more so when I thought of the young Irene.
"Benjamin Webber’s mood depends on his sister's comfort."
So he naturally shifted the center of the story to Benjamin Webber.
The knight raised his head.
They were eyes that seemed to be united by loyalty. It was an ideal look for a knight.
The problem is that loyalty was not towards Elvin.
His true loyalty was elsewhere.
Occasionally, it was obvious that he looked at Elvin with eyes like he was spying on him.
Perhaps it was to observe closely whether there was any problem with his growth or whether there was any room for trouble.
And things like changes in human relationships like now.
"To maintain a relationship with him, you care about the girl, too. That's a good idea."
Benjamin Webber's brilliance was already famous in the capital. With that particularly strict character.
So the emperor had previously ‘ordered’ Elvin to build a friendship with Benjamin.
To attribute that superior head as a worker of the imperial family.
Elvin, of course, was faithfully carrying out his order. The son, who learned 'obedience to his father' upon birth, could not refuse to.
"If you keep a good relationship with his sister, Benjamin Webber will be your man without any problems.”
"Well."
"Shall I ask for some gifts for the girl? An average kid would love them."
An average kid?
Elvin thought of a little girl who wrote letters by pressing down on colored pencils.
By all accounts, she was not an ‘ordinary child.’ It was clear just by looking at the vocabulary and interests she used.
"What's wrong?"
When the knight asked, Elvin shook his head.
"If I present a gift quickly, I'll offend Benjamin Webber. It's been a while since we've gotten along, but I don't want to complicate things just yet."
It still bothered me that Irene's interests included the ‘Crown Prince’.
If she were an ordinary eight-year-old child, she wouldn't have paid so much attention.
The ‘Crown Prince' is the one in the fairy tale books for young children. Of course, it would be interesting.
However, such children did not explore the Crown Prince by going through business magazines.
In other words, what she is interested in is Elvin Manuel himself.
Anyway, Elvin decided to change the subject in moderation.
He has been learning little by little lately how to keep his thoughts or mind from being read.
"Just, I thought it would be nice if I had a brother."
"Like Benjamin Webber?"
"Yes, whether it's a girl or boy."
It was a word given to change the subject, but it was also a bit sincere.
I had the confidence to be quite adorable. I can read them a book, I can give them a snack, just like Benjamin did.
On rainy days, I could give them an umbrella, and on snowy days, I could make a snowman bigger than anything.
Normally, just as Benjamin Webber adores his sister.
"It won't be as good as you think, Your Highness."
However, the knight answered sharply. It even contained certainty.
"...."
"The children outside and the children inside the imperial family are different."
"Oh..."
"If you have a brother, you will have to increase your escort five times as much as you already do.”
"Sure."
"Yes, as it's going to be a life-threatening relationship."
"Life...threatening."
"As you may know better.”
The knight replied and glanced at the book that Elvin had brought.
It was a history book.
It was a record of the history before the Terence Dynasty was founded, and the word "Successor confrontation" appeared endlessly inside.
The brother murders his older brother, the brother cripples the older brother.
The stories of hating and despising each other and eventually harming their children were well arranged by time and solidarity.
Elvin just smiled.
"That’s right."
The moment I said so, I realized my subject again.
A cruel whirlpool-like person who drew anyone to death.
Therefore, it was right for him to not pay unnecessary attention to others unless it was a special case.
Even if the other person is a cute girl whom I like enough to want to be my sister.
No, rather, shouldn’t we stay away from her?
"Then I'll finish the book."
Elvin re-positioned himself and opened the book.
The knight turned around, saying, 'Then I will step back so as not to disturb your reading.'
"...."
Elvin fixed his eyes on the book.
At first glance, he seemed to be reading the book, but in fact, he didn't read a word. The reason was unknown to even himself.
Somehow it seemed sick.
Somewhere out of his reach.
***
'Come to think of it.'
That night, Irene, who went to bed, belatedly realized something.
‘I didn't ask for his name.'
The benefactor who gave support for her brother.
‘I was so happy to hear him sincerely listening, that I didn't even think to ask for his name.'
Irene grabbed her thick blanket.
Of course, the people of Webber's always listened to Irene's speech. But it was a consideration for her, who was a " little child."
But the benefactor was different. He didn't treat me like a child and listened carefully.
It's trivial but very difficult. Perhaps the benefactor is a very good person.
‘I’m calling him a benefactor.'
It was a fishy title.
'Well, it's not wrong.'
If we meet again someday, I'll ask for his name.
I can ask my brother, but he probably also wanted to greet properly and open up his relationship.
That way, he also won't have to work for the evil Crown Prince in the future.
Irene fell asleep with a satisfied smile. Let's meet soon, Eun-in.
***
The next day, as soon as Irene opened her eyes, she was led by Beth and soaked herself in a warm bathtub.
"What's going on?"
Irene asked, lining up the ducks that floated on the water.
The ducks with free souls kept moving their registrations, leaving Irene's mind dizzy.
"You know, The busiest designers in the capital are coming to Webber's residence.”
"Why?"
Irene quickly caught the duck, who had fled far away, and placed it back in the line.
"Of course."
Beth answered, staring at Irene, who wrestled with the ducks.
“It's because of the lady's dress. I mean the birthday dress."
"My birthday is in spring, don’t I still have a few months left?"
"I told you. She's the busiest designer in the capital. Of course, we have to place an order a few months before."
Beth scrubbed Irene Face. So that it would shine brightly.
After taking a bath, I dried myself in the warm fire and took off my hair.
While Beth brushed my hair delicately, I wiped myself.
"Lady, in the library."
Peuk!
The duck spewed water on Beth's story and answered instead of Irene.
Library?
"Did you know about the person you were talking to?"
"He's...I don't know."
I don't even know his name.
"I know he’s a good person."
Irene squeezed the duck's stomach and drained the remaining water.
"Oh, my girl is so sweet that she thinks everyone is nice. No one thinks of you badly.”
There are many.
The second generation of bad companies I saw yesterday is the trash that cannot be recycled.
No, the trash would have been helpful to someone.
They're not even trash. Get out of the Earth right now!
...Oh, this isn’t Earth.
Anyway, Irene decided to mention conclusive evidence that the benefactor was not a bad person.
“He’s my brother’s friend. He can't be a bad guy."
"...."
