"Happy Birthday! Liechten."
"Congratulations, Boy"
"Congratulations -!
The school went on a winter break.
It was about ten days after we left the King's Capital that we finally reached Isolte, wrapped in snow.
Isolte was completely covered in thick snow as she stepped down feeling the air getting colder and colder as she managed to get into the carriage by doing her usual mountain-like assignments and work with all her heart.
Too cold, too sleepy.
I feel like sleeping in a big bed by the fireplace without worrying about time.
When the carriage stopped, my sister pulled me out of the mansion and into the mansion, the warm mansion was grandly decorated and my offered heart healed a little.
"Thanks, thank you..."
I'm tired, but embarrassed, but I'm still happy.
It was over two weeks ago, and I'm not sure when I'll be back from my birthday. I think I've been preparing for this all along to celebrate me.
The decorations on the walls may be re-attached to the evidence.
... Wait, I wonder if the portrait hanging there, even if it doesn't, is me...
Much more, its distinctive...
Perhaps around Marie drew it for me.
Looking back at Marie, she was still good at it.
laughs all the time and turns back to her sister.
"Sorry I couldn't celebrate the day."
"No, sister.
I got you a letter and a present. Thank you. "
The letter from my sister, which arrived earlier that morning, had been thick in content for a long time, and my love and gratitude for me had been written over two pages.
... of course, as a family.
I put it in my forehead for now and decorated it.
Then, the gift was hand-knitted, which has been the norm every year since I went to Isolte, and this year I was a huge muffler.
The carefully knitted blue muffler is a masterpiece with subtly bright pales and a genuine embroidery to make it less noticeable.
How long it took her busy knitting things up to this point. My chest stopped cutting with joy.
Last year it was a hand-knitted glove of yarn of the same color, and last year it was a hand-knitted blanket.
Although I call these a hand-knitted series, I'd love to spend some time with them next year to see the process of making them.
The hand-knitted series is kind of embarrassing and important to wear in front of my sister, but sometimes I intend to wear it here.
For example, you want me to show it to Count Hardist?
"Shame on you for knitting...?
"No! Sister's hand knitting si...... knitting skills are a professional face loss, and, uh, very, more than anything, I'm happy"
"Well."
My sister smiles softly like that is cute.
Your eyes are slightly moist. You think your eyes are slightly red or something?
I put back on a shawl that slipped off my shoulder and curled it rather loosely.
"Sister, your hands are so cold.
How long have you been waiting? "
"Just now. Since I heard the carriage."
Really, I said it in my mouth, but it's an absolute lie.
My shoulder is shaking lightly.
Well, if that's all you've been looking forward to, I'd be tempted not to pursue you all this time.
I led my sister in front of the fireplace and then I sat across the street.
Marie, who is perfectly good at making tea, is once again good at putting herbal tea in and leaving baked sweets to thank her before leaving the living room.
Her growth, which would be younger than mine, is remarkable.
Maybe because I only come here once in a while. [M]
When I told my sister that before, she laughed joyfully when she said she looked like a pretty sister in front of me.
That's kind of not funny and I changed the story.
"Liechten, you must be tired, right? I think you should take a little rest in your own room."
"Yes, just a little before that...... I want to be with my sister,.... No, I guess not."
To the words I said in embarrassment. My sister still, well, loosened her eyes when she was Liechtenstein.
I don't know what the long silver eyelashes and peachy eyes stain on the empty eyes at that time are, wow, disgusting.
"It's not like you can't."
The sister-in-law with the badly loose expression is understated and filled with gaps, which is terrible.
I mean, for my sister, I'm still a much prettier brother.
There is no lack of vigilance.
I would be wary of being a man, even though all these places are hated. I can even envy Count Hardist.... I feel it.
For example, where I held my hand here, it would just be held back with a full grin.
That doesn't cut it.
I'm already quite different from my sister, and I have a lot of strength.
I guess she doesn't even think that could happen, even though she can easily screw over if she cares about it as much as her sister does.
Of course I imagine that.
What kind of face would you look like if I pushed you down on the couch like this, now you think I am?
I'm glad they trust me.
My heart is annoyed when I do this because I've been wanting to make that relationship work or because I'm rarely alone.
Can't you tell the Hardist Count that this is a heck of a thing?
But I'm afraid this warm sister-brother relationship will collapse. What if they reject me and I'm done with it?
I can't imagine it because my sister has never rejected me, but I don't think it would be spectacularly painful.
But I'm sure there will be limits to staying this way someday.
I can't be your friendly sister and brother like this, and I don't want to. 'Cause my sister is my sister, but she's not my sister.
I'm my brother, but I'm a man before that.
I want you to know that intensely, and I want you to understand, and I'm afraid of losing the convenient and cramped position of this brother.
Yeah, yeah. That's why I'm here to talk to you, this time.
I managed to delude myself by drinking herbal tea while I wasn't on my face like nervousness or discouragement to myself.