This Time, I Became the Fiance of a Duke’s Daughter. But She is Rumored to have Bad Personality, and Ten Years Older

It has been two weeks since I was placed in the facility, and one week since I was able to move freely.

Jared, who ended up not getting under anyone, received violence from someone as he did every day. Sometimes we fought back, but when we thought it was just inviting the other person's anger, we also stopped resisting.

Except for meals and time reading in the room, you will continue to suffer unreasonable violence.

I didn't want to come from the room, but the dining room has a rule, and I have to eat three meals, so I have to go outside the room even if I don't want to. Each time, someone caught me and kept me violently.

Come on, I don't feel anything anymore about being subjected to violence. There is pain, but the pain also seems dull somewhere.

Even the only decent Tom in the adult just says "put it under someone" while taking care of Jared, who gets hurt every day, and does nothing for me. No, he can't.

Although he didn't want to rely on anyone and swore he would definitely get revenge from here, Jared's heart was about to break again to the status quo where there was no easy way to do it.

That was the time.

"Hey, Jared. That's a lot to do."

Back in the room, Luther showed up and called out before Jared, who was shoving and killing his voice and crying.

From being seen crying, he rushes to wipe his tears and stare.

"I thought you were gonna give in, didn't I? But it wasn't. Weak but gutsy, Jared."

I've been familiar with Luther in the last few days.

Of course he was helped, only once was the conversation, but he was strong.

At the same time as being the most problematic child in the institution, he is also an adult at the age of sixteen, has strong arms and does not try to engage the group. Sometimes some stuck on Luther, but they were all beaten down equally.

Even the stopping adults beat him to death and looked admirable to hurt him thoroughly until he could no longer move.

"I've been watching you. Beaten and kicked, always crying alone when you cry. Many times, I felt strength in not giving in to unreasonable violence or crying. Not very much for me, but I don't think I can imitate it."

But unlike Jared, Luther can do it again even if he is subjected to violence. You don't have to cry or give in.

"That's why I have a suggestion, Jared"

"Proposal?"

"That's right. Hey, why don't you join me?

"Organize?"

I don't understand the meaning of his words and tell confused Jared that "you don't have to think so hard" Luther calms him down.

"I'm not going to say anything around, so I'll be clear. I want this facility. So, Jared, let's get out of here with me."

Escape. Jared nodded naturally at the words emanating from the boy he thought was the strongest in the facility.

It was an invitation I didn't even wish for. I dreamed of getting away from this place every day.

"I thought you wouldn't say no. Nice to meet you, brothers."

Jared gripped hard at the hand given to him by Luther.

From that date on, Jared and Luther, who became provisional early brothers, did not make an immediate escape. First of all, if Jared doesn't make sure he can fight at least, he'll be caught right away. If that happens, the plan is nothing.

I learned to resist. I taught him to not just keep getting beaten, but to punch him back firmly with his fist.

When I first hit them in the face with resistant resistance, they looked terribly dumb, and I kept hitting them until it took away their consciousness with funniest hearts and laughter. Since then, I have decided to respond to violence with violence.

Primitive, but you don't have to think of anything else. It was simpler than anything.

But while I was more violent and wielded - I could feel alive.

A month after he began to resist, Jared, who had originally studied the basics and physical arts of swordsmanship from his grandfather, absorbed Luther's practical training and the glitch of fighting as soon as he received it.

Jared was convinced to tell Luther that he had magic, but was told that it was his body he could rely on.

In those days, less was served, and after two months everyone stopped eyeing Jared and Luther. Even adults who are supposed to be watching the kids don't come close to the two people who have been resisted and hurt more than once except on administrative errands.

The only exception was Tom, who cared about Jared. He was the only one who was never resisted.

And Jared and the others worked out the plan in earnest. At a reduced staff time, I got a plan for the facility. Unfortunately, I didn't know where this facility was, so I had to threaten the staff to listen, but that's a good moment to escape.

Usually as they behaved as problematic children, the two deepened their ties more in order to make a steady escape.

"Hey bro. What do you want from here?

"I want to kill my father"

"Whoa, that's a mess."

One night the escape plan just waited for the final line too. Luther laughed at Jared, who was asked and answered his purpose after the escape.

"I wish I could have been put in a place like this and seen worse. I need to make sure your father makes amends."

"What does Luther want?

I want to help my mother.

"Mother?"

"Oh, that's my mother. I don't know, I'm here, but I'm the Viscount's son. Even so, he's a kid in the side room. I'm in a bad position because of this, and my parents and children will curse me from a normal room with no children, and I'll be harassed, so it's been tough."

I'm surprised at Luther's past when I first hear it.

I hear the majority of the children in the facility are aristocrats. Some of them seem to be children of merchants with power. So I thought Luther had the same background again.

"Maybe something happened to your mother?

"I'm sorry they kicked me out of the mansion, but my mother got sick. I don't have any money, and I can't satisfy him with rice. Still, I lived fine somehow, but I'm the one. I want to get the hell out of here and give my mother some proper treatment."

"You're a mother."

"What about Jared?

"My mother died at a young age. I hear he was killed, but I don't know for sure."

"... bad"

Luther changed his expression at first sight.

"I'm fine. I don't have many memories of my mother, so I miss her sadly, but I'm not saying enough."

"I think I miss you the most."

"Is that what it is? I don't know. Besides, it's not working out with my family, and my father put me in this place. I don't see anything but hate. But I might want to see my grandparents again who make it better with my admiring cousin."

"I'll see you. I'll see you. Me and you, we'll see who we want to meet."

Jared just nodded at Luther's voice as if to tell himself.

Just a little bit, I feel I could see Luther's weakness, and I think that's a sign of trust. Having spent more than two months together, Jared and Luther trusted each other like their real brothers, from their provisional early brothers.

"Hey bro, why don't you promise me?

"Fine, let's do it"

"Escape must try to succeed. But sometimes, just in case. Let's make up our minds."

"- Are you anxious?

"Oh, anxiety. I'm anxious and I can't help it. I want to get away from here for my mother. But what happens to your mother if you fail? If you think about it, you can't stop shivering."

"So just in case you think about it, you make a promise, right?

"That's right. First of all, I won't help you if one of you can't get away with it. If you have time to help, run anyway."

"Yeah."

I don't want the future to come where only one of us can escape if we can.

"Let's serve our purpose instead. If you can't escape, I'll avenge your father instead. So if I can't get away with this, find my mother and help me. Please."

"Of course. - Brother."

Jared puts his hand on Luther as he smiles.

Without him, I'm sure I would have been a weak kid just crying for nothing yet.

I wanted to hear Luther's wish more than anything in return for that favor.

Luther grips Jared's hand hard,

"Thank you, brother. It's good to see you."

I told my brother how grateful I am.

And Jared and Luther - they decided to escape.