I Became the Villainess’s Brother

I gently step forward as I kick the melted snow.

Cold winter winds cross my cheeks, passing me running.

I'm getting used to running, too.

I run around the outer perimeter of the Duke's house, where the snow still lingers.

When Riley and I first ran, we couldn't barely get our feet forward, but now we can run easy.

Continuity is a force.

Though I'm still guessing my weight.

"Dear Langley, this way."

"Thank you, Eldor"

Wipe the sweat with the towel provided as you return to the mansion and drink the cold citrus water that was provided all at once.

Yeah, that's refreshing and pleasant.

"Speaking of which, when are we going to be working with your father?"

"Master Engardo says he will return to the mansion on the day of fire. Perhaps then."

"Does Father really like swordsmanship?"

Father is no better than me in pounding shape.

Clearly, he is fat.

It's a little uncomfortable that his father specializes in swordsmanship.

"My grandfather told me that Master Engardo worked out a lot more than he did now when he was younger, and that he was called a fierce black leopard when he attended the Royal Windilia School"

"Is that your father? I can't imagine..."

I can't imagine anything like judging a sword very lightly when I look at a horizontal width that seems twice as likely as a luxurious mother.

"Master Oliver and Rupert's swordsmanship has been conceded by Master Engard."

Oh, my God.

I know that my two older brothers also performed well at the Royal Windilia School.

But I can't believe the swordsmanship guide was my father.

"Haven't you been busy working since Master Langley was born, and you've had less time to admire swordsmanship? We've heard that your shape has changed since then."

Have you been too busy working and underexercising to polish yourself into the shape you were originally fat?

I do, because I often go to work in Wang Du early in the morning in a high-speed demon wagon and return home late at night.

Since my mother started attending separate residences in Wangdu on a regular basis, I've had more smiles, but I've always had wrinkles between my brows before.

By the way, Father is in charge of finance.

Is it true that my mother is good at accounting on the back of her back when she has that laid-back appearance, and that it takes more work when she has a mother?

unexpected.

But fat people are more because of the environment than genetics......

Then maybe you should ask the chef to turn it into the same menu as me.

Like me before, your father seems a little bad at vegetables.

Finely chopped vegetables and mixed in hamburgers, rolled cabbage or meat rolled.

A lot of ideas make vegetables easier to eat, right?

Talk to the chef and he'll do it.

He, I honestly feel like he used to make me an eye vendetta, but he's been sweet lately.

I hope it stays like this forever because I don't know why, but I'm happier than they hate me.

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"Langley, haven't you lost a lot of weight?

Fire day.

Eldor invited me to his father, as he expected, and I stand in the courtyard with my sword.

I'm honestly glad they said I lost weight, but I've been weighing in.

But I think I'll get on the memorial demon conductor scale tonight.

Eldor bought it for me about six months ago, but I wasn't scared enough to ride it yet.

... I want to believe that there are no more 100kg of boulder!

I confront my father and lay down my sword.

"Ho...... Don't be so basic."

Your father's impressed me, you did it!

It was worth the practice when I listened to the tutor properly.

Though it was hard at first to hold a sword in this meaty, overly good body.

Though for practice, swords are swords.

Swords with excessive decoration are quite heavy on the child's body.

The short sword is about 1kg, but I think the long sword I have is 2kg.

It's the type of weapon that slaps rather than slashes, although it may seem like it's no big deal to ask just the weight.

There is a lot of movement swinging up and down, and just raising or lowering the iron sword with the long blade above my shoulder makes me sweat already.

I'm going to put a lot of different moves in there, so I want you to guess.

Perform all basic movements and cross swords with your father.

The blade of the sword naturally hurts if it hits, even though it uses a forged knife that is crushed.

I avoid my father's sword as he weighs in time and asks for gaps.

But I can't draw a gap from my father.

Right to the left.

All of them are prevented by his father's sword tip, although he launches an attack while also alternating the feints.

It's always your father's pace.

My father really likes swordsmanship, as Erdor informs me.

Where in that obese body were such muscles sleeping?

With a gorgeous sword, he plays my sword brilliantly and sticks his sword tip to my neck, where he sits down.

"Your weight movement is still weak."

"... gone"

"But it was a good move to feel like we were really trying our best."

When he took the hand that I offered him, he made me stand all the time.

Father, will you lighten me up on this giant?

Swordsmanship, too, but I'm surprised at you.

Surprisingly muscular, I guess.

My mother, who was on tour, gives the butler Sebastian an umbrella to offer her father a towel.

"Dear Engard, this way."

"Thank you, Lee Bears Nay"

Father staring at her mother.

Uh, something's sweet about the two of us.

Both of you, aren't you too close?

I'm glad the couple got along.

As for my son, I'm a little embarrassed.

"Hey, Langley. Do I really not have to throw a birthday party?

My mother stopped me from trying to stay out of the way.

Birthday party hey......

I naturally didn't because I was asleep last year.

Until the year before that, we had a big tea party.

I remember being arrogant, impatient and ordained, even at a tea party.

You felt like a king before the junior aristocrats who had to listen to everything.

But honestly, I don't want to open it anymore.

When it opens, of course, the Dukes will send invitations to the Marquis, to the Counts, to the Barons, and to all kinds of families.

If the Duke's house sends you an invitation, it's already mandatory.

I don't even want to celebrate. A birthday party surrounded by people I don't know well who come together for me and a desperately distracting courtier...... yeah, I can't.

"Mother, I'm Father and Mother, and it would be enough if Fortuna would celebrate. You don't need a big party or anything. Please, I want you to take a rest in that time."

It's also true that even I don't want to add any more work to my busy father and mother at work.

Not only do we prepare our servants, but preparing for the tea party is a considerable burden on our mothers.

Sorting out who to send invitations to, grasping preferences, and friendship.

I knew there was a faction.

You know, a house that's hostile to your father's faction, but that you have to keep up with on the surface.

There's a lot of trouble really going on.

"Well, do something like Fortuna to you..."

"Fortuna and I don't like to be too glamorous."

This is true too.

I have a tight cold eye for the ladies, and Fortuna looks like her mother, and she likes to knit in her room.

Just people who like us, like Riley, just want to celebrate in a whisper.

Well, there's a tea party where you have to be in a position if you're invited.

I don't think there's any need to bother opening this one.

"Yes...... Then I'll deliver my baked cake later. I was wondering if you could eat it."

"Yeah, I'd love to"

I thanked the two of you for leaving, and I followed the scene.

Behind my back, my father said, "Won't you burn it for me?" I would add that you are a little jealous.