I Became the Villainess’s Brother

Avoid the Bad End and protect your sister and family.

I made that decision, but a few weeks after that, I still couldn't move much from the top of the bed.

Was my sister's magic too strong, or the influence of her regaining memories of her previous life?

Is it caused by overweight...... on boulder?

But it's been weeks since I woke up, and I still can't do anything.

My eleventh birthday became the feather of spending time in bed unconsciously, and naturally, I am forbidden to go out.

Most of all, I can't move much without being banned.

I can get out of bed or walk around the room a little lately on boulders.

I guess he's too weak.

I stare at the puffy hands and think.

I've always liked to run since I was a kid.

The club was also pretty thin because they had been doing shore all along.

Not that it's a gully, but a fairly tight so-called thin macho.

So I guess.

I've already lived eleven years in this Langley figure, but I'm uncomfortable now that I've just regained my memories of my previous life.

Honestly, I want to get rid of the fat quickly from this body that causes shortness of breath just moving a little bit.

But just stretching lightly on the bed makes me sweaty, and it makes my head jerk.

Rather than avoiding the bad end, the goal now is to get back in shape.

I can't move properly.

Good afternoon, the door knocked.

Who came, I don't even have to ask.

Because the only thing that makes me come to the room like every day is my pretty sister.

"Brother, are you awake?

"Yeah. Eldor's just out of his seat right now. I'm sorry, but can you let the lady open the door?"

Normally, Eldor opens the door immediately and puts it through the room.

I can open it, but it's still far from the book, so it's never far from the bed to the door.

The luxury is the same as the muscle and it's meat, so I wish it would turn into a little more strength.

An elderly servant with a fortuna opens the door to the room.

A bouquet of flowers was still held today in Fortuna's hand that came in.

"Brother, I picked Roselia in the garden today."

"Fortuna picked it for you? That flower has thorns, doesn't it? Were you hurt?

"Yeah, I picked it slowly."

From the bouquet of flowers handed over, the pleasant aroma flourishes.

If I looked closely, all the thorns had been taken, and I felt concerned that I would not get hurt.

A few vases and books are placed in the bedside cabinet that you reach for.

The flowers decorated in the vase are what Fortuna always brings us.

It must be hard for me to fall asleep because of my magic storm.

The flowers are beautiful, but I love Fortuna, who really worries about me and comes to my room.

"Today, I'm doing better than yesterday. At this rate, I think I'm going to take a bath alone."

I think this world is probably medieval.

It is a royal government, with nobles in control of civilians.

Buildings, clothing, etc. are also luxurious, and the clothes Fortuna is wearing right now are dresses with plenty of lace and frills.

When it comes to the Middle Ages, although the hygiene is a little uneasy, the world is so clean that it is not so different from modern Japan because of its magic.

Gems processed with Demon Ore called Demon Gems can accumulate magic like dry batteries.

Using that demon gem, clean water always flows around the water by demon gems, and you can use as much hot water as you like when you want to take a bath.

If the magic of the Demon Gem runs out, you can replace it.

Demonic gems and user magic products are popular in changing appliances.

There are demon-guided air conditioners that work the same way as air conditioners, and demon-guided washing machines naturally.

I was surprised that there was also a so-called dryer small hot air demon dryer that drove my hair dry by blowing out hot air that was capable of moderate temperature adjustment.

When you have a modern Japanese feel, you want to take a bath every day, and if your hand wash is just about right, you fall in shock.

Really good in the magic world.

"Brother, please don't say something horrible about you taking a bath alone. If you lose consciousness in the hot tub..."

"Oh, I'm fine with that. I lost consciousness again the other day because I was just a little tired. The only reason I can't get out of bed right now is mainly because of this shape.

You should have paid attention to your shape from time to time. "

You lost consciousness when Fortuna was just worried that she was coming to see you, didn't you?

I think it was partly because I stayed up a little late the day before.

That was a real failure.

I was unconscious for less than half an hour, but when I woke up, the first thing I saw was Fortuna's tears.

I need to make sure I never lose consciousness in front of her again.

"I am very worried because your brother is impotent from time to time"

"I'm sorry to bother you, huh? And when you're busy, don't try to force yourself to come to my room. Today, I'm sure it's packed with magic classes, behavioral apprenticeships, and seating classes, right?

Because unlike me, who was running away from tutoring, Fortuna is serious and honest.

You've taken proper classes, and you're at a noble tea party or something.

He sews between such busy hours and comes to see me.

The Duke's mansion is the same size as a castle.

From Fortuna's room to mine, there's quite a distance.

I'm glad to see you, but we're really running out of time for Fortuna to rest, aren't we?

"I didn't do anything I couldn't do. Langley, I'd like to be at your brother's side at any time."

Quickly, Fortuna, you're gonna hold my hand.

Oh, sweetie.

I don't want to let you go.

But it should be time for the next tutor.

When I saw an elderly servant, I was snorted at.

"Dear Fortuna, it's time for Dr. Credil to be in the room"

"Well, is that already the time?... brother."

"Yeah, go away. You can't keep your teacher waiting."

Unfortunately, I gently release Fortuna's hand.

I wouldn't be late for her anyway.

I'm leaving the room with an elderly servant. Drop off Fortuna and I'll lay down in bed again.

If Eldor wasn't resting properly when he came back, Eldor would be worried.

I wish I could cure it as quickly as I feel ill, but magic isn't omnipotent.

You think it's hard to cure me all at once, even though I was able to restore some healing magic to an unconscious person?

Taking a bunch of nutrients all at once doesn't make you feel healthier right away, it's more like it's harmful.

Seems like there's a good chance you can cure it if you're sick.

But when I'm just lying in bed, I'm very free.

I reach for the bedside cabinet.

Next to the vase that Fortuna decorated me, there are a few magic books and a few stories for children I don't remember asking for.

I guess Eldor chose it for me.

Because the cover is new, maybe he bought it for me in the city of Jackberry.

Eldor is either basically childless or serious and faceless.

Together, the righteous faces look cold.

Because of that, before I got my memories back, I assumed Eldor was just serving annoyingly because he was working.

But that's a misunderstanding.

In the first place, even when he spilled tea, Eldor did everything he could to cool the towel.

Regardless of being just a civilian, grace and courtesy are always required of servants who serve the nobility.

Running out of the room is impossible first.

But Eldor did.

Think I burned him.

Even this book is his kindness.

If you didn't like it, you wouldn't even bother bringing me books you haven't even been told.

I used to be in the library when I stole Eldor's eyes and left the room.

I liked the library because it was quiet and I couldn't hear it in vain.

Even though I deserve it, I'm hated by the servants of this house.

Even the stories I didn't want to hear were in my ears.

So I spent a lot of time in the library with the right books.

I mean, I wasn't particularly fond of books, but I must have looked like a book lover from scratch.

I'll take one of the books that Eldor chose for me.

Is it because the body, even in children, the contents brought back memories of my childhood, or because of books for children?

Even if I don't try to force myself to remember, when the story does, it comes into my head.

The letters are large and contain many beautiful illustrations.

The content seems to be a story of children joining forces against a world threatened by the magic of darkness.

Is Eldor's hobby the story of a child fighting, another title that feels similar?

I'm sure it'll be interesting.

Outreach, maybe it suits my taste with a faceless Eldor.

Reaching into the bedside cabinet thinking so, the door was knocked.

Apparently it was lunch time already.

"You're still vegetable-centric today."

Take a gentle sigh at the meal that was brought to my room.

At that moment, I did not miss the fact that the edge of the servant's mouth, which I carried, rises only slightly.

Really, my servants hate me, don't they?

Fortuna and Sebastian and Eldor are the ones who worry about me in this house.

It's my fault, though.

Before I got my memories back, I used my power as a Duke's child to the fullest, and I couldn't help but say I had no choice because I was selfish enough.

"It's for Master Langley's body. Enjoy."

Though the words are polite, the signs of apprehension there are not even dusty.

It's like reading a scripted dialogue, an emotionless word.

That would be so.

Though the Duke's three sons, they are neither cute nor gentle.

You can't be a selfish, high-flying son of a bitch and tell him to worry.

If I were you, I'd be face-to-face.

In that regard, he would still be patient to be a servant of the Duke's family.

Although the way harassment works is a little insidious.

I think so when I see a dish full of vegetables and no pieces of meat on it.

Before I got my memory back, Langley, it was a vegetable hater.

I liked and disliked vegetables, not just vegetables, but vegetables are no longer at a level I dislike to see.

I hate the blue smell of peppers.

The color of the eggplant is disgusting.

No mushroom softness.

I can't tolerate the shaky feel of oak lettuce.

Verona's bitter taste sucks.

The sourness of the tomatoes is rotten!

... and, hey, how dare you, well, you hate vegetables so far.

The servants of this house bring a meal of vegetables to the eleven-year-old in the hospital bed, who hated vegetables.

I don't see that happy face.

It is a pre-construction harassment of feeding the body something good because it is sick.

It doesn't matter if Langley has a seizure and doesn't eat dinner.

Because I can now use the big nickname 'To Cure Illness'.

I was quite a vegetable lover under the influence of a healthy preference in my previous life, so I can eat them all.

There's plenty of room for grilled peppers, a colorful salad with tomatoes and aubergines, boiled marinade with paprika and eggplant and a mushroom ajillo.

I think it's all still like vegetables, and there's so many mushrooms in the whole soup.

The vegetable dishes of Okan in the previous life, which also had a hand in the home garden, were delicious, but the vegetable dishes now lined up in front of us are also the best.

That should be called the Duke's house?

I'm sure the ingredients and cooks are top notch.

But no matter how many vegetables you like, you can enjoy a meal full of vegetables every day.

It's vague knowledge because I wasn't familiar with cooking and nutrition in my previous life, but I still think the diet of vegetables alone clearly biases nutrition.

What do you mean, nothing can heal?

Can't you help it?

"Today, I'm in very good shape, and I want to eat some more. Can I get some meat dishes, too?

I'll ask you later.

I only bring vegetable dishes because of harassment, so there's no way they serve the dishes I like.

Advice, a servant returning negative words "but your body…".

Yeah, I knew it.

Childish harassment or something.

Oh, are you a child, seriously?

Isn't the servant in front of you still around twelve?

She has bright brown hair cut off with her shoulders and although she looks like a pleasant fishing eye, she still has her youthfulness on her face.

I can't remember the name because I was basically unwilling to remember the servants alone with 'both servants'.

I know it would be easy if you ordered me to bring you meat dishes, but I'm so common when I get my Japanese memories back.

Not really, I don't want to give people orders.

I have no choice, will you give up meat dishes?

That's when I almost gave up, the sound of knocking on the door just sounded.

When I urged him to come in, it was Eldor.

Small wagon in hand.

As he came into the room pushing the wagon, it started to smell so good.

"Eldor, it's..."

"It's a young chicken soup"

Eldor offered me some young chicken soup before me when he ordered a servant who had refrained from doing so on my side.

As soon as the lid is opened, the flutter and hot air rise and loosens naturally on the appetizing smell.

The young chicken soup is soft when it is included in the mouth and the meat breaks loose.

This would be less burdensome on the meat and stomach.

But why Eldor?

"Is there something on my face?

Stop eating and stare at me seriously, Eldor returns the look on his face.

"I was wondering why you brought this dish"

"It's my grandfather's arrangement. … it seems that Mr. Langley's meal was not the same as planned due to a mistake"

I'm so sorry. Eldor bows his head.

I see Sebastian noticed the culinary harassment.

No, because it's about him. Instead, did you know that before?

Just think about my health, and I wonder if you've been watching me for a while.

And if it was time you decided it was okay to serve meat, it wouldn't be just vegetable dishes in the future.

Relieved, the servants' tall laughter echoed from outside the room.

- They wanted to cook meat.

- You really like meat.

- I can't believe you like meat.

- Looks like pigs are eating pigs.

Do you not realize what you are hearing?

Such a couscous malice seeped laugh.

Wow, don't respond to this for kids.

If the contents were really still kids, I'd stab you in the chest pretty bad, this.

Honestly, I don't really care about it at all right now, or it's a bit of a laugh.

Because I'm sure I'll live until I'm maybe sixteen.

It's about as bad as a kid in elementary school, and you don't have to be dented or angry.

I'm not happy. Well, I think we should just let it go.

But Eldor's signs turned into swordswallowing ones.

"Wait."

With no expression, Eldor stopped trying to turn to the door, wrapped around only cold signs.

"Why do you stop?"

"Because I don't particularly care. And look, this, it's chicken, not pork. That's why we're not eating together."

"But"

"Fine. That's the first meat dish I've had in a long time. I want it to be delicious. Thanks to Eldor, it's really delicious.

And books. Thanks for everything. "

"... because I just carried it"

Eldor's faceless face was just a little cheeky.