58 Your Brother’S Wish.
“Ma’am, I see Lady Parks.”
To the words of a woman or woman heard through the door, wipe the blood of her palms before heading to the door, which is the only entrance to and exit from this bedroom.
Through the door… the adjoining room is the reception room for ‘Merlis’.
Slip your gaze slightly, there are three servants in line for my watch.
How about constant surveillance in the bedroom on the boulder, usually with the watchman’s servants waiting in this room.
After all, it’s no different than being held back at the end of the only entrance and out of the window, and being in the bedroom or not being watched for escape.
When I glanced at the woman sitting near the intersection exit leading to the hallway, Baaya opened the door from the inside.
“… Long time no see, Mary”
“You look good, most importantly. How about school?
“I’m entertaining you. Mary’s a little pale.”
I lowered my face gently to your brother’s words.
Even if I fix it now, I have no choice.
“… I’m listening”
“I guess so.”
I laughed unintentionally to curb my frustration.
“And three days until the pageant?… you still want to escape?
I can’t honestly nod to that question because they’re your brother.
“I ask the other way… why did your father suddenly decide to make my pageant”
“The sincerity of it, I don’t know either. … but I think there’s a good reason.”
“… for the Marquis Anderson family, is it”
“Come on, I can’t say for sure… I don’t think so.”
“Then what the hell…”
“I don’t know. It’s just my speculation…. but I don’t think I’d take the Marquis Anderson family any more than Mary did because of my father’s actions so far.”
Ask for the look on your brother’s face so he can ask for his sincerity.
To that gaze, your brother gave it back with a strong smile.
“It was your father who recognized and was proud of Mary’s sword talent more than anyone else. … which is why I believe there are quite a few reasons for this action”
Rebel the words in your head.
“… even if for some reason, it wouldn’t make sense if I didn’t know why, would it? Now, I’m not convinced at all.”
Especially, it wouldn’t be easy to convince me where I asked why.
“… Speaking of which, brother. Lately, I’ve been reading books in my spare time.”
Your brother showed a moment of confusion at the content of the story, which suddenly changed.
“In the meantime, there was an interesting book. The protagonist is the daughter of a village chief, but she has been a needle imitator since she was very young, and gradually becomes a dress designer and dreams of owning a store. I fell in love and tried to marry a merchant I knew in the process, and my parents were opposed to me recommending another kind of friendship that would benefit the village. In the end, the hero runs off with the merchant and talks about being a successful designer in another country. How does your brother feel about this story?
The story I put out in my mouth is real.
It may not be like the aristocratic children read, but it was a mixture of the results of being collected as soon as they were allowances or collected for what was endemic in the alley, with the desire to ‘nourish femininity’.
“I see… that’s a story you’re going to love about girls”
To my inquiry, your brother leaked a bitter laugh.
“If you’re being frank, it’s your life, so I think you can choose any path you want. If you are prepared and sincere in that choice.”
“… ‘Readiness and sincerity’, is it”
Speak the words that echoed in your chest.
… ‘Readiness and sincerity’ That’s my battle creed.
Ready to be killed and ready to kill.
And…… sincerity that remembers those who have sacrificed themselves because it is not possible to get them back.
Your brother’s words echoed heavily in his chest because there was something to go through in him.
“That’s right. The hero was born into a house that ruled the village, whether he wanted it or not. I don’t know if it fits without a portrayal of the village… but the fact that you were born in that house was quite a privilege in terms of life in the village? Assuming that’s the case, I guess that’s a consideration because we have an obligation to dedicate ourselves to the development of the village in the future. If we throw them away, everything that has been piled up to that point, we will have to be responsible for the choices we make ourselves. And sincerity that will not forget what has been sacrificed. … it would be out of the question to try to choose a path without them, less than the child’s will…”
“Sacrifice is another interesting expression.”
“Really?… people have to sacrifice something to get something. It’s foolish to give up what you get from the start without sacrificing… but there’s usually nothing you can do about it. If you say in that story, bond with your family, the consideration the villagers have paid, and then the future of the other merchant”
“… the future of the other merchant, is it?
“That’s right. You would naturally be paying some kind of sacrifice for being a merchant in choosing the main character. Just like the protagonist. For example… if it was a pickup of a big store, there could have been a fiancée in the same way. If you kicked that engagement and put your hands together with the main character, you wouldn’t be able to go back to the store you were supposed to inherit. There are other things… If you headed to New Heaven and Earth, you might have lost the connections you needed as a merchant you’ve built up until then. Well, it’s all speculation from Mel, so I don’t know how it’s actually set up.”
Your brother’s words shocked me not least.
Until now, I thought responsibility for my own actions was a good thing if I had one.
However, it is true… that I escaped from the Marquis Anderson family, even if I was able to match my thoughts with him, it would only be his burden.
That’s all, because the name of the Marquis Anderson is huge.
Am I acceptable to be the shackle of him who strives to achieve his ideals by putting them up?
… the answer is no.
‘Cause I know.
That’s what he told me from his mouth, because he heard it.
How much time he spends fulfilling his responsibilities and moving towards his goals.
And yet there is nothing else I can do to shut that path down?
That’s… that’s all I hate.
“… Merry?
My brother asked me, worried, to wrinkle between my eyebrows in silence.
“It’s nothing. I’ve been thinking a little bit.”
“Really…?
“Yes.”
I’m not convinced. Even so, I seem to have guessed that any further inquiries would be futile on me with my mouth shut tight.
“… Whatever path you choose, I can’t blame you.”
Instead of asking, they whined. Besides, I look up hah.
“But don’t just regret it. Don’t be the only one you can’t be proud of. Start when you go against them… I think you’re going to throw away everything you’ve been cultivating.”
“Brother……”
“The way you were marching down the martial arts looked so brilliant to me. I’m sure it’s because there’s a solid core in you. I’ve always dreamed of you like that.”
I couldn’t react to unexpected words.
I’m just opening my mouth like a pocan and an idiot.
“It’s obvious, right? For once, I’m still the Marquis Anderson of Wu’s famous house, right? There’s no reason I don’t admire your talent.”
I didn’t know…. I can’t believe your brother thought of me that way.
“Your brother… have you ever felt the burden of inheriting the Marquis family? If you want to throw it out, run away…… have you ever wanted to get a job that would be of interest to you, such as being involved in the strategic planning of the military?
“… don’t lie if I say no”
To my inquiry, your brother leaked a bitter laugh.
“But I’ve never really thought of it that way…. I will eventually take great responsibility for this. But on the contrary, it means that we can have so much authority. I don’t want to lose an important thing in that way again, and I don’t want to flavor it to anyone else. If that wish moves to take shape at all, then there wouldn’t be anything big and bad about authority, would there?
… it was the same.
Your brother’s wish has always been on my chest.
Second, I have unspeakable regrets on my chest.
I cling to my dreams from the shock that suddenly blocked my way… I wondered if my horizons were narrowing.
I thought you forgot my underlying wish in the first place……
‘For example… right. In the first place, why did you want to join the National Army? First, think about it from there. Isn’t it a good opportunity to look back on yourself from a broader perspective? Was it a purpose to join the National Army, or, was it a means’
… Well, you did.
In that way, I whine to myself inside to respond to his words of the past.
“Thank you, brother”
To my abrupt gratitude, your brother gently reached out and stroked my head.
For the first time in a long time, my chest feels warmer.
“… the words I just said, they’re not lies. Whatever path you choose, I think that’s fine if you don’t regret it.”
Leaving that behind, your brother was expelled from the room.
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