I Will Return My New Brother - Chapter 212

The sword in the distance, which was ostentatiously on display, entered my sight.

Should I say that it’s just like him to exhibit this not in his study, but in the lobby where everyone can see?

In addition, the sword on display was not covered with anything at all.

It could be touched easily at any time.

It was arrogant of them, but on the other hand, it was natural.

Who would dare to steal Duke Bolton’s sword from his own mansion?

While I was looking at the sword in front of my eyes, my heart was so calm that I didn’t understand.

I extended my hand and grasped the sword.

“. . .”

It was so easy to take out the sword on display to the point that it made me suspicious.

I felt the heavy weight of the sword in my hand.

I blinked my eyes and thought.

I have to confirm it’s not a trap.

When I turned around, I saw that the hallway was empty.

No one would know even if I took away the sword, at least not immediately.

The hallway was dark, and the undecorated sword was rather dull.

Even if they noticed that it had disappeared, it would take time to investigate the culprit.

Changing my mind, I walked to the garden on the other side of the hallway to the lounge.

Behind me as I walked, a harsh, sharp sound rang out, as if even the chandelier had been broken.

There was someone’s shrieking cry in the distance.

“No, no!”

It seemed like Rany was diligently playing her role.

If it wasn’t it, it must be Abigail.

* * *

The garden was like a labyrinth.

As I walked deep into the nicely organized space, I saw a bench meant for resting.

Since it was still the beginning of the banquet, there would be no drunken guests coming here yet.

The grassy smell tickled the tip of my nose.

It was refreshing.

The sword that was already heavy for me, gradually felt even heavier.

It was hard for me, who had never touched a sword before.

The light from the banquet hall lightened under my feet through the window.

“If I’m not drunk, what am I looking at now?”

I heard a rough voice behind my back.

Although the pronunciation was off because of excitement, it wasn’t difficult to know whose voice it was.

I slowly turned around.

Since it was deep in the garden, there was no other presence around.

Marco Gramia’s sticky gaze was directed to the sword.

Well, even if his personality is like that, he’s still a knight with a peerage.

Should I regard the fact that the man in front of me was so greedy as fortune, or should I regard it as tragedy?

Perhaps that greed was what increased his animosity against Bertin.

It must not have been easy to be compared to a younger brother, who had both amazing talent and devastating looks.

Even so, Bertin had done nothing wrong.

The anger being taken out on a ten-year-old who had not yet matured was terribly cruel.

The wounds that decorated the young Bertin were left by this man in front of me.

His eyes avariciously flicked to the sword.

“I, knew it’d be like this. After all, you’ve stooped low enough to interact with that paltry fool, you’re all like this. I can’t believe you want to steal the Duke’s sword, the heirloom of the founding time.”

I could hear joy in the man’s sarcastic tone.

“This kind of person is a young lady of the Miller family? I’m so speechless.”

This scornful gaze was just like that of his mother.

Even so.

I hated this man even more than he hated me.

Unlike Bertin, who was confined and beaten just because he left his position for a short while at the hunting competition, even if this person left the banquet hall reeking of alcohol, the position of the family’s successor and eldest son was indulged to a fault.

Authority, wealth, and even family were all on his side.

Why on earth did he twist his own life just because of a sense of inferiority?

He had come of age, but he acted like a child.

He didn’t even think about what he had, he was so busy wallowing in his own anger and coveting other people’s things.

“Bertin, that idiot, will rot in the Temple till the end anyway. What will change even if you give him that sword?”

I stayed silent. I was made speechless by his random thoughts.

Clearly, he was the one who was coveting the sword.

As though he thought my silence proved him right, he snorted and continued his speaking.

“That fellow will never be able to enter our family.”

“. . .”

His eyes narrowed.

He approached me falteringly.

“Your origin might be lousy, but your mother’s abilities are indeed praisable.”

“Don’t speak of her so carelessly.”

“Mother said she will send a marriage proposal to the Miller family soon. If I keep you by my side, it’ll be a sight to see his expression’s right?”

No wonder.

I recalled Lady Gramia, who greeted me with formality in the banquet hall.

I let out a laugh.

Did they forget their admonishments toward Bertin for interacting with people that tarnished their family’s name?

Now they sent that person a marriage proposal?

“It’d be good for you to calmly attend your bridal classes till then.”

It was no use answering him.

The drunkard reached out his hand to take away the sword I held.

The sword was so easily taken away by the weakly reached out hand.

He was someone who was so drunk that he could not properly control his body.

If I did my best to avoid him, I could easily do so. He wouldn’t have been able to take the sword, then.

Or at least, I could warn him beforehand.

However, I didn’t do anything.

I only looked at him.

He, who faltered with the sword in his hand, smiled in joy.

The hand that raised the sword jolted.

His already-clouded eyes lost their focus.

The moment his free hand was twisted in a strange direction, a horrible shriek came out of his mouth.

“. . .”

His breath gradually became rougher, and the groans that came from his throat filled my ears.

I didn’t blink once as I watched this drunk and staggering man turn mad.

Just like a beast,with nothing but its instincts.

As if the last of his fragile rationality was cut, the tears flowed down his chin.

It was the moment when reality turned into a nightmare.

Want to read more chapters and support us? Please consider becoming a patron to read up to 24 chapters in advance!