As soon as I got home that day, I questioned Claude.
Claude solidified like a stone statue when he told her that his father was coming to Hardist.
Next thing I knew, I kept my eyes open to see if I had any words to open my mouth, and I shut that mouth again.
Looking at this surprise, I don't think it's an act, but Master El, I'm easily deceived.
I wanted to say it back to a lot of things, but when I looked back at the past, I couldn't say anything.
That's why I tried to ask it out, sticking around for the price and changing the question.
Still, Claude doesn't know anything about it. Instead, when is he coming, what is he coming to do, is he going to stop by Isolde as well, so much so that he was put on his sword screen?
At the end he said smugly, "The lady has come to resemble her husband..." and I blued.
I wonder what that is?
You think I resemble your father and I'm obnoxiously obnoxious?
... I'm not happy.
And then just three days later.
One carriage stopped in front of the gate of the mansion on a clear and sunny day.
"Father!... Well, is Liechten with you?
"Hiccup, sister."
Lichten first jumped out of the carriage with the family crest of the Duke of Rufus' house.
My pretty little brother with a full smile walks slowly and when he runs small, he takes his hands by my sides and lifts them up like children.
"Hey! Liechten!
I can see clearly myself blushing, but I don't think I have a choice.
Claude, Tracy, Marie and Vance should also be out to pick you up.
And more importantly, how dare you do it in front of your father...
Even though, your father shouldn't even want to see me and Liechten together.
If they saw me like this, they would surely hurt me terribly...
"I missed you!
Lichten's deep blue eyes, without a bare gesture that cared for me, who roughed his voice to blame, were dazzlingly narrowed, and embraced as they were.
"Liechten!"
On the other hand, I was impressed with how powerful it was, even though it had lifted me up a little lightly.
The arm turned back is not going to shake off, and the shoulder width is a little wider and the head position is already quite high.
I was also proud of my cute little brother's growth as he pushed his best breasts hugged with the cucumbers.
Sneaky loose cheeks will be blocked by Lichten's chest plate and no one will notice.
... when I thought of that, my body suddenly let go.
Ringed deep blue eyes reflect the sun's light and shine.
"Happy Birthday, sister!
Lichten said so with a divinely dazzling grin.
"... Huh?
......... Birthday?
"... Lichten. What a shameless imitation of the Duke of Rufus during his time...
Let Stella go.
And, Stella, don't let Lichten like you either. You're always too spoiled. "
"Father...?
Has it been about six months since I met your father?
My hair is as silver as mine.
I may have got a little more wrinkles on my eyeballs.
But even if you look out of your body, it doesn't change your tough, pitiful face and your spine stretched out.
But I wondered if this man was a very similar fake in the sight of a grin and a soothing sight that was glistened to his mouth.
"Long time no see. Was it a breath disaster?"
"Yeah... your father, too, hasn't changed...?... hey, so?
I blink a few times and lean my neck.
......... That's crazy, I wonder if I'm tired.
"Look, my father's smile is so disgusting that my sister has solidified"
"There's no way, because you act crazy.
Or because you said Happy Birthday.
Stella forgets her birthday every year "
"Oh, if you say so. You're just like your father."
The air solidified into a deliberately grinning Lichten.
I was hardened in the first place.
It was still, or somehow, Claude's cough that did something about the hardened air.
"Welcome home, sir, my boy.
Continue inside.
The hazy servants moved away, and Marie fell where there was nothing.
I was the only one who could not awaken while I unloaded the carriage and stared blurredly at your father giving Claude his coat.
"Sister, have I surprised you? Excuse me. But I wanted to say it before anyone else... Was I the first?
"Yeah, of course... yes. Thank you, Liechten."
Birthday, Birthday... Birthday..., would that have been the case?
I totally forgot.
Especially this year, because too many things happened.
Nico and I felt somewhat calm in Lichten smiling happily and did something about that soft hair.
"It's ticklish, sister"
"You'd do better too, wouldn't you? I like Lichten's hair. Fluffy as cotton wool with salad.
This isn't going to change much. "
"... is it true?......... do you prefer me to Count Hardist?
"? Sure, right?
I wonder why Elle came out here.
Although it is true that Master Elle's glossy and seemingly firm dark hair is beautiful.
I've never touched it, and I've never wanted to touch anything...
Except for my father, who looked at me with a subtle face.
Shit, I got too close to Liechten with my usual jerk.
Because this child always rejects me, when I come closer, I don't know how far away I am, and I tend to spoil you, as your father said.
I rushed to get a distance, but for some reason, my hips are drawn.
"Wow."
"... Apparently, I'm sorry to hear that"
You may no longer say it's adorable...... Lichten, completely grown-up face, suddenly lowered her voice and distorted her mouth somewhere challenging.
Huh? and leaks the sound small and transitions the gaze.
Turning his gaze around, a dark-haired man stood a short distance from my back who had become accustomed to yawning.
Long, well-groomed dark hair and crimson hair strings shake in the wind.
He was staring at Lichten with his bottom-cold dark eyes, and Lichten is burning his guilla and blue eyes in Lichten… I feel it.
But when my eyes met, I had a tender grin as soon as possible, so maybe it's my fault...
"... good day, Stella"
"Good day, Master Elle.... How did you get here?
I couldn't wait to get closer and closer to this Lichten, and I managed to push Lichten away and quickly distance myself.
When I ask your father properly, he looks more harsh than he did just now. That? Why?
"That's you..."
"Good afternoon, Count Hardist. My sister says it's not for you.
Are you really insane to break into a family club, a place without water in the first place?
I can't even read the air.
Or whose permission do you have to nickname your sister?
I don't know if you're a former royalty, but don't let the rural poor Earl style tame you. "
"I'm sorry I did that. I didn't know what your plans were.
Then it's called, but to whom... to Stella herself.
We've already passed through each other's mansions, nicknamed each other, but what does that have to do with you, my brother? "
I heard two sighs and one scream from somewhere.
Whose would it have been, I don't know the sigh dropper, but screaming is definitely Marie.
...... what is going on?
It seems Lichten's aggressiveness has increased while we haven't seen each other for a while, and Master Elle has become a rapper.
My brother, it would not be my mistake to highlight the word.
Lichten had some sort of a frizzy grin on her spine there.
...... I wonder if Lichten is such a thing because he is not his real brother.
Whatever the actual blood connection may be, Lichten is my only dear brother, and even though I don't have to worry, it won't change much.
Lady Elle is mean too......
And Lichten, you don't know what a former royal... what a rude mouth to ask that former royal?
I knew you'd turn your mouth, but was he that obvious in his attitude?
There was a small chirping noise from Liechten that Elle, who returned pale without being frightened by the great ramblings, did not care.
... You're lying, aren't you, now, tongue-beating?
That cute little angel of mine pounding his tongue?
Glimpsing your father with a face that would surely be blue as opposed to a few minutes ago, he nodded once satisfied with why, still looking subtle.
... What, what? What's that supposed to mean?
I felt my little angelic brother go barbaric, and I suppressed my temples.