Chapter 3.1 (2/2)

Maybe my body seemed to go back to the age of seven, when I almost died in the third brother prank. It is. Because this is a dream.

“Why didn’t you tell them?”

But just then, I heard a voice coming from the door.

“Why didn’t you tell my mom and dad the truth?”

There was Erich, the one who almost killed me. He was wondering why I didn’t tell the Ernsts that their statements were false. I glanced from the window and looked at Erich.

A seven-year-old boy stared at me

while holding the door. His face was not though to be a child who feared his brother with a trembling voice.

Well. I don’t know why I didn’t reveal the truth before, but this time.

“I didn’t remember, so I just said I didn’t know.”

As soon as I opened my eyes, what i see was a blizzard. How do I know if you kicked me out or not?

No matter how hard it was to dream of things in my memory again, I didn’t even remembered about the situation in detail when I was very young.

It’s just clear that the culprit for this was the third brother.

I heard Erich’s voices that sounded a bit less and less, and I thought that this was all a dream anyway, so I decided to just shut up.

But as he accepted my words, Erich

looked at me, biting his lips.

“Don’t you think you won with this!”

What is this guy saying? What did I win?

“I never asked you to hide what I did!”

Oh, are you doing this because you feel like you owe me now?

The young Erich looked and talked like a glass, so it was surprising and funny. Or is it because I saw a young third brother with 27-year-old eyes?

“If you have nothing else to say, go out.”

Anyway, it’s annoying, you. I said to Erich with a dry voice, and then lay on the bed. Then Erich was a little embarrassed.

It would have been so if I had seen it with my eyes, but as if my soul had been drained, 8 am now in a lethargy, so I did not want to deal with him more.

“My wedding dress was so pretty.”

As I mumbled, I heard a breathtaking sound at the doorway, but it wasn’t my

bussines.

Ha, It’s real even if I close my eyes and it’s still real even if I open my eyes. In case I don’t know, let’s hit myself again. Slap!

I raised my hand again and smacked my cheek.

“Oh, dad ah!”

Bang! For some reason the next moment, he ran out of the room calling Duke Ernst.

He went, but I didn’t care, I wrapped the blanket around my body and then went to sleep again.

This time, hoping to open my eyes on the

day of my wedding.