I'm coming back, too.
Max followed me to my room.
"You didn't eat, did you? Are you okay?"
Max worries as he walks down the hall.
Speaking of which, I just ate it in the morning. But I didn't really have an appetite. Honestly, I'd like to throw everything out and dive into bed right away.
"Not today. Did Max eat properly?
"Oh, I went to the royal castle with my uncle, and there were a lot of procedures. I'm with the others over there."
Uncle (...) Father (...) and (...)? The Tristan escaped.
Well, I guess Max and my uncle are right, because even if you have post-processing and administrative procedures, it will only get in the way. Why are you such a good teacher to Max, Duke? Nice judgment because I want my uncle to be apprenticed. Nevertheless, I haven't grown up since I was a student, that skinny habit.
"Can I ask what happened?
As he walked, Max was reluctant to ask where he was. He was supposed to be on his way to rescue me as a hostage, but when he arrived, he died an unexpected death.
If I were you, I'd be digging for roots and leaves.
But after seeing me in such a state, I guess you've been enduring it until you can grasp my mental state to some extent.
"Yes, Troy failed to sacrifice me and summon the monster."
Briefly, just answer the facts. There are servants around, and I'm only going to tell you the details in the right place.
Speaking of killers, it would suffice to tell them that I did not take someone's life directly into my hands.
"--I see....."
Max also nodded to a few words. You can see that you're relieved even if you don't say it to your mouth.
Besides, there's something I need to tell you more about.
I stopped as I was trying to get past Max's room.
"Get ready first. I'll be right there."
"Yes, sir."
I let Zara and the others accompanying me go first, and looked up at Max next door with a serious look.
"Gladys?"
"Max, can I talk to you for a second? I need to talk to you."
It can't be helped if you slip. Just the two of you, let's talk now.
"- Okay."
Max turns his back and enters his room first. I couldn't see my face.
But I can see the tension mixed with the air.
Max opened his mouth before I came in and closed the door.
"Are you talking about Chiaran?
"Eh!?
I overwhelmed myself and overheard.
"You were with me until the gate, right?
Looking back, Max looked back at me with a hard and complex expression.
I see. I've been looking for signs of my coming home, and I've noticed it from the beginning.
Well, Chiaran, I wonder if you were there and deliberately kept an appropriate distance from me when you parted. Yeah, I'm losing because I care about Max.
"Yeah, you came looking for me. Until they found me, I was going to turn everything around."
"--What the hell is that bastard running away..."
I throw up in disgust, but I'm not really angry with my eyes. I'm already telling you what I want to say.
Looking down at me with a mixed look, even though I gave up somewhere.
"You finally realized it."
"- Yeah, I'm sorry I'm late. I like Chiaran."
I finally fulfill my promise after five years.
Max realized by now that he knew how I felt before I did. Maybe he was ready to hear this one day.
Still, at that moment, my expression collapsed.
"I knew that for a long time. --You 've only seen Chiaran for a long time. But before you knew it... I don't know why, but I thought while he was pushing and killing you.... I guess I didn't make it."
Max reached out to me, stopped there, and hugged me out of control.
Don't let them see your face. But the voice seemed very painful.
"--Max...."
Your chest tightens. What should I do?
Instead of consoling, I wonder if it would be the right choice to throw your heart out as a demon.
But right in front of me, I have a broken heart and a depressed brother.
I'm not a child anymore, but the height difference between my chest and arms is so high that I can look up - no matter how strong and big I grow up, I still love my little brother.
I forgive this, so it's still obscured... while reflecting, I gently put my hand on my back to calm down as usual.
If I were allowed to change people's minds on my own, I would have done it a long time ago when I was a confessed child. Perhaps he was happier for Max without being so dragged.
But it's Max's life to suffer, to give up, and to recover. I don't think it's okay for other people to step in with their feet and put their hands on themselves.
Especially since I have to impose it on myself more than anyone. If you use the vision of the future, you can naturally control your emotions and let them give up so that they don't notice you.
If I choose Max's happiness for my own good judgment, it's not my life anymore. Unless you choose everything of your own free will and experience it.
So I thought that all I could do was stay the same and never shake from my sister's position.
"- I know. This hand is the love of my sister and brother...."
Max spills a soft, slender voice.
"How many times have I confessed, I've always been flirted with on the spot... No matter who approached you or who approached you, you didn't impress anyone. --Except for him.... Even though I knew it, I couldn't give up hope because it was too close."
I'm not being blamed, but it's painful for me to say that.
"I'm not that human. It's not an option to force an irreplaceable family away from the beginning."
That's why I've been showing it in words and attitudes all along. You're my brother.
Whether to give up or keep thinking, Max didn't change the way he treated him at all, without interfering with what conclusion he came to.
After all, I have a sense that my sister and brother are sweeter than anyone else and more relentless than anyone else.
"Sorry about that. I don't know what's right either. Others would have slammed you, but I might have been too close to you."
I still can't find the right answer.
Maybe there was a way of doing things like Chiaran. It's like keeping a distance before the scratches get deeper, without distracting you.
But it was hard for me to do it.
Should I have told my dear brother that he likes me straight away that there is no possibility, and I should have given up so thoroughly that I have no hope?
The future hasn't been decided yet.
Because I am a prophet, I must exercise strong restraint. Because when I say it, it becomes a fait accompli for those who know it.
As I just told Chiaran that I'm the only one who knows my happiness, Max is the only one who knows my happiness. I can't tell you that it's for you to lose your sister as well as your love at the same time.
Regardless of the outcome, I want you to tell me why, and I want you to listen to your feelings. I want to think and choose my own future and happiness, rather than being controlled in unknown places.
I understand that Max is such a human being, but I wonder if he was alone with me.
"After all, should I have left Max? Before you drag him so long. Was that for you?
"No kidding. If my thoughts change my attitude, it's harder. It would be too pathetic for me to let you do that. Even cruel... glad Gladys kept the same attitude since I was a kid. --You 've always been my sister, good or bad...."
Max squeezed out his murmured voice, holding me in his arms.