Chapter 15 (1/2)

“I’m a child of a distant relative of the Count, who couldn’t eat and learn and grew up poor. I’m not outstanding at all.”

“Why is our youngest child so childish today?”

Damon, who was embarrassed for a moment, smiled and quickly hugged Elisabeth and sat her on his lap.

‘Do I look childish?’

If a 12-year-old girl comes out this obstinate, she’ll look like a baby girl from her older brother’s point of view.

But from Elisabeth’s point of view, it was enough. Elisabeth opened her mouth with a desire to refute.

“Can’t I be childish?”

But what came out of my mouth was really  ‘childish’. Surprised by her tongue, Elisabeth looked up at Damon with her round eyes.

“You’re always welcome.”

Damon answered without a hit of any hesitation. Unknowingly, the tail of Elisabeth’s mouth went up.

‘Why do I act like a child here?’

Does everyone treat me like a baby when I have the body of a baby?

‘These people don’t really like me, they would just use me.’

“What are you thinking about, Elisabeth.”

Damon asked.

“What?”

“Your expression looks weird.”

“My expression?”

“Yes.”

“Do you see it like that?”

“I always watch you with interest.”

I was ashamed to say so.

“Just… I wonder why you’re so nice to me.”

“Why are we so nice?”

“I’m not really your youngest sister.”

Damon frowned slightly between his eyebrows.

“You’re really my youngest sister. You’ve been officially admitted.”

“That’s…”

‘I shouldn’t say I know your intentions.’

Dylan told her, but Damon didn’t know Elisabeth knew their secrets. I just thought I was stuck here naively because I was a child abused and raised at home.

“I’m announcing that Dylan teaches you to let others know that you have a good education and that our family cares about you. That way, others will respect you more.”

Damon said, persuading her.

“Though this adult situation may still feel difficult for you, don’t think too complicated, Elisabeth. We’ll take care of everything.”

Elisabeth nodded. I was not completely convinced, but now I thought it would be better to move on like this.

‘Why am I so agitated when I’m using these people anyway?’

Damon is friendly. To the point of tears sometimes. He was a warm and handsome brother anyone would’ve wanted.

She may have a different heart inside, but it was the same with Elisabeth.

‘I just have to enjoy this until the time comes.’

It’s the kindness I never dreamed of having before. I wanted to enjoy it for a while, even if it’s fake.

***

Dylan was combing the horse’s hair in the stable. There was a separate stable for acquaintances, but Dylan took care of his favorite horse.

The name of the horse is Sonya. It was a well-groomed horse with silk like gloss on its dark fur.

But Sonya was strange today. She kept stamping her feet and making huffing noises.

‘Somebody’s here.’

Sonya was a sensitive horse that rarely stood by anyone’s side except for her owner, Dylan.

Dylan looked back. Beyond the fence, he could see blond hair sticking out.

“…..”

Dylan turned his head pretending he hadn’t seen it.

The blonde hair was there until Dylan finished brushing Sonya and then quickly disappeared as Dylan tried to get out. However, as soon as he left the stable, he could immediately check out the blond hair that sprang up by the tree.

“Pfft.”

Dylan laughed unconsciously and was surprised then turned to a serious face.

Dylan made quick steps. Then, the sound of a short and quick steps from behind became urgent. Dylan walked faster again, not knowing that the tails of his mouth was going up.

He heard a gasp behind him. And then, he heard the sound of a fall.

“Ouch!”

Dylan turned around in surprise. Elisabeth fell on the ground. Dylan rushed to Elisabeth.

“You idiot, you fell!”

Elisabeth laughed at Dylan, who was lifting her up.

“You’re laughing?”

“Yes.”

“Phew.”

Dylan brushed Elisabeth’s dirty clothes off with his hands.

“Why are you following me, again and again.”

“I want to be friends.”

“You and I are a few years apart, but you want to become close.”

How old is that? She’s twelve and he’s sixteen. Of course, four years would seem like a big difference for the 16-year-old, but it didn’t mean much to Elisabeth, who has already lived two lives.

‘You’re still like a kid in times like this.’

Elisabeth wanted to tease the ‘kid’, who was taller than her, but she held it in.

“Dylan speaks informally to his father, so we can be friendly too.”

“Ugh.”

Dylan was hit right on the mark.

‘I need to get closer to Dylan to grow up smoothly here. I can’t live long after being told to get out.’

Since he said he ‘does not hate’ me with his own mouth, Dylan will not attack me otherwise except for ‘piss off’. But it was still not enough.

‘People get friendly when they see each other for a long time.’

On the surface, Dylan was her ‘teacher.’ It was an excellent excuse to stick together.

“Why do we have to be friendly?”

But that excuse didn’t work for Dylan.

“You don’t hate me?”