I Will Return My New Brother - Chapter 217

“What’s the reason you spared me and left me next to her?”

“Because this child chose you. She liked you so much that she didn’t follow what I said, whining, crying, and insisting for the first time.”

Zen’s hands tensed at Tatiana’s words.

“In the future, this child will lose quite a lot of things in her life. Simply because she was born as my daughter. I only want to make it so that she will not lose the most important things among the countless things she has to lose.”

As the time they spent together deepened, the longing and resentment gradually faded.

Of course, it was near impossible for him to get close and share friendly conversation with the woman in front of him.

At least one thing was clear.

That the two people didn’t want to hurt the one they held precious.

At the age of twelve, his eyes softened.

“Who ordered you to erase the village until there’s no trace left?”

“You are smarter than I thought. Excellent.”

She laughed.

At that time, she eventually said ‘ignorance is bliss’ and stayed silent about the mastermind.

It was clear that it was done to protect Zenin.

Because the opponent wasn’t someone that could be attacked by a young heart.

Zenin, who came out of his stupor, stared intently at Marianne’s back as she reached out to the sword.

The moment he saw her shoulders trembled faintly while she held the sword and didn’t move, he almost approached subconsciously.

It’s not time yet.

He at least had to let her see everything she decided to see.

Holding back a sigh, he slowly walked after her.

* * *

Marco Gramia, who chased her to the garden, easily fell for her provocations and took the sword from her.

When he saw Bertin, who was abused by that foolish person, he clearly realized that there were times where having no parents and siblings would be better.

Marianne, who was looking at the struggling Marco, suddenly opened her mouth.

“Marco Gramia is weird, isn’t he?”

It seemed like she had noticed he was by her side for a while.

He answered faintly as if comforting the trembling voice.

“Yeah, he’s weird.”

“You don’t look surprised at all.”

She was crying.

The tears flowing down her chin silently were sorrowful.

“You knew, right? Both you and Bertin.”

The trembling voice confirmed it once again.

About the matter that could be ignored if she simply overlooked it.

It wasn’t like she didn’t know how weak he was to her.

Nevertheless, Marianne hid her trembling hands and asked with sharp eyes.

Yeah, this is Marianne.

Whether her surname was Miller or Bolton.

Even though she had been hiding herself so many times, her uprightness did not change.

No matter how tormenting it was, she tried hard to face herself and accept it.

“So that’s why you hate my mother.”

“Because that woman will always make you cry, eventually. Just like she did now.”

Her face was so pale as if she would faint any second.

The trembling lips were almost blue.

The bitten fingers were ragged.

She was a mess.

He knew that whenever he was feeling hurt and tired, she felt pain too.

The fact that whenever he missed his family, she stayed by his side out of guilt more than anything else.

Nonetheless, it was he who leaned into her feelings.

For that reason, he didn’t need her to apologize.

* * *

After Marianne left the banquet hall, Rany, who entered the lounge, saw Abigail, who was waiting and ready.

She kept hiccuping, her face pale.

The young ladies who attended the banquet with her reluctantly patted her back.

The mouths of those girls endlessly chattered while they were comforting Abigail, who was sweating and pretending to be weak.

“I told you to be brave, Abigail.”

“That’s right. It hasn’t been long since that person joined the nobility . . .”

Raynia, who took a breath, slowly closed the door.

Their faces hardened as they raised their heads at the sound.

Whenever she took a step closer, everyone flinched as though they were one.

Was it like a predator facing prey?

Her sunken eyes scanned the young ladies in front of her.

One of the young ladies suddenly trembled out of chills.

Abigail, who was waiting for a chance, didn’t miss the moment when everyone was overwhelmed by Raynia’s presence.

She once again bent over, looking as though she was nauseated and about to throw up, while clutching the dress of a young lady next to her.

The owner of the torn dress screamed.

It didn’t end there.

When Abigail, who pretended to be nauseated, swung her arms, the wine glass on the table crashed onto the floor.

The poured wine dyed another person’s dress red.

Abigail pretended to stand up and then kicked another wine bottle.

The screams of the young ladies who stepped on the broken wine glass and bottle continued on and on.

Woah, they’ll tear their throats.

If they weren’t nobility, they could have been singers known far and wide.

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