I Ended Up Saving My Crazy Stepfather - Chapter 5.2
“Now say it one word at a time.”
“Call me Brother.”
“I don’t have a sister, so I wanted to hear you call me Brother. So go on and say it.”
What is he saying?
What did he mean by ‘Brother’?
I’ve only seen this in the book. It usually said that he was affectionately called by other family members, but when I looked at this boy, he showed signs of discomfort, as if we weren’t even close with each other.
I looked at him from above. He had chubby cheeks.
He looked like a duck.
Screech. His mind was as sharp as a sword, yet he really does look like a duck.
“Go on, do it. Do you know how long I’ve waited for you to wake up to say that one word? I had to put up with it until you woke up.”
“…Were you watching me sleep?”
“…No, I didn’t. I was just waiting! Anyway, aren’t you going to say it to me?”
Contrary to his appearance, the boy was very persistent.
“…Okay, Brother. Is that alright?”
The boy grinned as if he had earned everything with those words.
“I finally heard it! I’m your brother! I have a sister now!”
“I said it… so now you have to keep your promise.”
I looked down at the hand that held me.
The boy clapped his hands, probably because he just came to his senses.
“Yes. Cecilia, put her down now.”
“But Young Master, His Highness gave a direct command.”
“Did Father tell you to pick on her?”
“I-I wasn’t harassing her!”
With what he said, the child opened his arms towards me.
“Then you can let go of her. He doesn’t like kids anyway.”
Cecilia, who mumbled towards the end of her speech, sighed deeply.
I opened my arms wide, as if gesturing to him to come to me. It was strange.
I remembered my father who passed away.
My warm father who always smiled at me.
“Come here, Brother.”
“You can count on me. After all, I’m a big, reliable brother!”
Part of my heart calmed down when I heard him say I could trust him.
I didn’t like adults.
People were not to be trusted…
Because everyone had always laughed at me and bothered me. Because they hit my mom. But strangely, the little boy in front of me hadn’t lost his faith.
The child whom Cecilia called ‘Young Master’…
So I reached out towards the boy.
In the end, Cecilia let me go since the child she called ‘Young Master’ shouldn’t be disobeyed.
Thanks to her, she transferred me to the boy.
The eight-year-old boy was bigger and tougher than I thought.
“Oh, you are heavier than I thought.”
“Forget my comment about you being three.”
“Ugh, what do you want me to do? Come on, put me down!”
My mom always said I was light, but I was actually heavy!
Come to think of it, my mom hasn’t been able to hug me lately.
She struggled with the feeling of being caught in disgrace. Then, without hesitation, the boy dropped me to the floor like a piece of wood.
“Ow, that hurts!”
“So? Did that hurt? You’re weaker than I thought! In the future, you have to grow even more.”
Then he slowly stroked my head as if he was an adult.
“But I’ve only got bones.”
But Cecilia grabbed the boy’s hand hard.
“Young Master, please stop now and let’s go back.”
“We’re going to start class now. As I said before…”
For a moment the boy’s voice turned cold.
His tone itself was different from when he talked to me.
His cold voice made my body freeze for a moment.
“…Yes, Young Master.”
“Am I just anyone?”
“No, you are not.”
“You said she was just ‘anyone’. But if I’m not anyone, why are you stopping me?”
“That’s because I’m… teaching.”
“Doesn’t she look like she needs to be fed, not tutored right now?”
Only then did Cecilia bow her head.
“Has she been fed?”
“Then bring her rice.”
He looked just like the Grand Duke.
Cold yet sharp appearance. Those simple words he uttered didn’t have any affection in it. The boy looked her in the eyes.
Cecilia, who was acting like she wouldn’t back down, nodded belatedly.
“…Alright, Young Master. But the door is…”
“Don’t worry! I’ll be watching my sister, so don’t worry and go.”
“No, it’s not that… Until the end of class, I should be here…”
“Don’t make me repeat myself.”
At that moment, I felt the air around me get cold. Even though he didn’t use magic, the boy’s body emanated a lot of mana.
‘I’m not good at using my strength. I don’t know how to say anything, and I don’t know how to sort things out.’
I still looked at the boy.
Still, this child had a strength that was hard for ordinary people to stand on.
Eventually, Cecilia, sweating, nodded and took a step later.
“Alright, Young Master.”
Once I heard her answer and left the room, the boy pulled my chin and looked at me.
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