Chapter 1 Part4 (1/2)

Roughly two ht when the snow had stopped falling, the h the corridor’sJust as usual, I headed to Sylt’s room

I had been setting histo me in a tiny voice

「…Rikka」

My eyes widened

「Sylt?」

We did nothing but say each other’s names and then sank into silence

Feeling as if my shut-in son had come out from his room, I smiled at him

「Sylt, want to eat dinner in the saloon together?」

After a ave a small nod

The sense of security that made him, the shut-in, take the first step forward into rehabilitating back into society, made me smile in spite of myself

Taking the opportunity, I tried raising er

【Name】

Sylt Belmonte (male)

【Favourable Rating】

-26

【Age】

9 years old

【Height】

118cm

【Notes】

A young boy as left in the care of the Akseli orphanage ever since he was little

He was later taken into the custody of the Belmonte house and became their adopted son

【Favourite Food】

Pumpkins, mushrooms, potato

【Detested Food】

Carrots

【Weakness】

Dogs

-26…

I feel that hoent up was a little too conservative, but for now, the favorability rating increased by 1 He was also growing taller, so that’s good

Maybe thanks to the nutritionally packed diet, Sylt’s body structure was looking more like an ordinary boy’s recently His cheeks were rounder than before, his skin had a healthy glow, and the ar meat

I casually stared at his face He had cute features, but a little grouchy I faintly recalled the ly in my previous life, but it was like the person’s aura was different from Sylt… well, Sylt was a kid, so maybe it was that?

With er still raised, I continued to stare at his face causing Sylt to look at me with a dubious expression

「 Aah, sorryShall we go, Sylt?」

I said that and held out my hand, but Sylt didn’t try to take out his He just waited for me to move in silence

I feel e to meet my offered hand Downhearted, I pulled my hand back and opened the door out of Sylt’s room

The barrier of a 「close」, the road until our relationshi+p was at least 「nor at the h the corridor’s ith half-closed eyes like it dazzled him, Sylt exited the room

After that, he began to talk often

Not just to h he didn’t go to school when he was in the orphanage, he was now scheduled to attend it next year

When I lent him my notes and books to prepare hie… and now the way he speaks has turned quite cheeky

Whether it was his wariness or world-view that made him that way, he talks in a way that was both blunt and rude In truth, having drea a cute brother, it was a shock to me

「 Rikka, you know the answers you’re writing… are ht?」

He cut in while sitting in the saloon’s sofa and staring at a textbook I’d used the previous year How rude

Depending on the tirab his collar and shake him childishly

「Sylt, call me ‘Sister’ not ‘Rikka’」

“H me

Ah, yeah, of course, even now,

I had been 9 years old the year before If it was japan, I would’ve been a third year grade schooler I hadn’t realized I was reincarnated into this world nor had I reht not have made mistakes