I Became the Youngest Sister-in-law of the Ruined Reverse Harem’s Male Leads - Chapter 153

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“Kyaaaaaaah!”

Pterodactyl-like screams echoed through the Waldrafen Estate from Saturday morning.

Andrea, who had fled after dealing with his nephews, gulped down coffee like medicine with an utterly exhausted face.

Leopold asked him in a dazed voice.

“So you’re saying that child really is…”

“That’s right. He’s Edith’s son. You’d know the father just by looking at his face.”

“Good heavens, dear God.”

Leopold confirmed the tiny child running around the garden outside the window with the twins and pressed his forehead as his head throbbed.

Having gotten off work at dawn, he learned about this child this morning—a child even Regina didn’t know about.

The child with soft blonde hair and deep blue eyes resembled Marius to a chilling degree.

“Why keep it secret… just how long were you planning to hide this?”

“Until the kid grows up to be as old as Lilliana.”

Since Edith suddenly contacted him saying she was sending the child, Andrea had booked a room at a nearby hotel.

He had planned to take care of his nephew at the hotel for the time being.

But when he visited Andrea without notice to hand over something Regina had left behind, he got caught.

After all the commotion, Andrea ended up returning to the Waldrafen Estate with the child last night.

“We need to tell Marius.”

“That’s for Edith to decide, not for us third parties to interfere. Don’t you dare tell that bastard.”

“But—”

“How many people would calculate how power would be divided over a child who’s only five years old? Edith wants to raise the child freely until he can decide his own future.”

An unusually pained groan escaped from Leopold.

As Andrea said, it was a problem for the parties involved to resolve, but he couldn’t just leave his only friend to live in ignorance.

Since it was obvious he would try to tell Marius the truth, everyone in the Berchio family, including Edith, must have kept their mouths shut to the couple until now.

“I’m counting on you, Leopold.”

Tap. Andrea lightly knocked on the table, pressuring Leopold.

Leopold, feeling more troubled than ever, sighed again while watching the children playing like wild buffalo.

* * *

Liliana and my older brother probably think we’re having fun at the Imperial Palace, but that’s just adults’ misunderstanding.

Antonio and I borrowed and read scripts that were hard to find in Trowance from the Imperial Palace Library.

“Since this is based on the Odette legend, there are inevitably many similar scripts.”

“I think the cultural differences between Trowance and the Empire are revealed here. It’s the same character, but each interpretation is different. And it’s interesting how the social background of that time is reflected.”

We shared opinions with each other based on the scenes we each analyzed.

Edgar couldn’t hide his bewildered expression as if we seemed strange to him.

Even though we were distant relatives, Antonio and I preferred literature books over things like math or chemistry, and enjoyed going to concerts or appreciating paintings at exhibition halls.

After studying—or rather, not quite studying—so intensively for half a day, we became childish again.

“Lily, I saw there was a playground last time. Let’s go play there.”

“A playground? Is there a treehouse cabin there by any chance?”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

We couldn’t just stare at letters in such an interesting place as the Imperial Palace.

Antonio took the lead, having been there a few times.

He looked so upset yesterday that he even skipped dinner, so I’m glad he’s recovered.

“What did you two talk about yesterday?”

“What?”

“I mean Antonio.”

“Nothing much.”

Ha. Look at him playing dumb. Are they planning to be close just among themselves?

“If you’re a servant, you should answer my questions properly. Are you going to keep doing this?”

Edgar subtly avoided my gaze. Seeing him rebel against me makes me angry.

When I hit his arm with my fist in anger, Edgar looked at me as if he felt wronged.

Ignoring his gaze, I quickly ran after Antonio to the playground.

“Wow.”

I thought I didn’t remember my childhood well, but when I actually arrived at the playground, it came back to me vaguely.

“I played here in summer and winter.”

Playing was so fun that I didn’t notice whether it was hot or cold.

While Antonio rode the swing, I climbed up to the cabin.

I thought it was quite high when I was young, but looking at it now, it wasn’t that high.

“Oh no. It’s so cute.”

The door was so small that adult men or large women couldn’t enter.

When I hunched my shoulders and went in, I could see the interior scattered with toys and fairy tale books.

It was full of boys’ things, so it seemed like the twins had been using it recently.

‘It’s like I’ve come to a kingdom of little people.’

The cabin’s height, the windows—everything was small. It would have been the perfect size for me as a child.

When I leaned against the window and looked down, my eyes met Edgar’s, who was looking up.

“You can’t come in, can you?”

“I just won’t go in.”

Right. Even if he folded his shoulders in half, he’d get stuck at the door.

After being nagged about studying all the time, I felt triumphant when something came up that only I could do.

When I lifted my chin and acted proud, Edgar crossed his arms over his chest, raised his head, and smiled.

“Why are you laughing?”

“Nothing. It’s nothing.”

“I asked why you’re laughing.”

“Just. I thought you’re still the same.”

He’s really a strange kid. I don’t understand his laughter or what he says.

“You’re the same too, you know? You only said weird things when you were little, and you’re still doing it now that you’re grown up.”

“Me?”

“Yes. You.”

Edgar shrugged as if he didn’t really know.

“What was it again? You once questioned why you weren’t my best friend.”

It was when we were really young, but it must have been quite absurd because I still remember it.

Edgar shook his head firmly.

“That never happened.”

“Stop playing dumb. You know I remember everything, right?”

“I can’t trust your memory.”

“Hey!”

Annoyed, I reached out the window to flick his forehead, but Edgar quickly grabbed my hand, so it ended in failure.

“Let go.”

“No. You’re going to hit me.”

Why is his grip so strong?

Even when I twisted my wrist trying to pull my hand out, it was meaningless resistance.

There’s no way I could match a 17-year-old boy who had trained hard enough to develop calluses.

‘If only my fist were a little stronger!’

The more heated I got, the more mischievously Edgar’s eyes crinkled.

“You…”

“I’ll let go if you promise not to hit me.”

“No. I’m going to kick you the moment I get out of here.”

“Then I guess I’ll have to keep holding on like this.”

“You still have 27 servant missions left, you know? Do you have any idea what kind of work I’m going to make you do?”

“That doesn’t mean I can just obediently get beaten up.”

This is driving me crazy. How did he grow up to be such a headache-inducing teenager?

Seeing him smile like that, I’ll have to take back my impression that he resembles Leopold.

Edgar was completely like Marius. A slightly more refined Marius, that is.

Since I couldn’t cancel my decision to kick him away, I just stayed by the window with my hand extended.

A breeze from afar touched my warm fingers.

“Lilliana.”

“What?”

Edgar, who had been lost in thought while holding my hand, asked.

“After your servant life ends and you’re forgiven, will we be Mega Best Friends again?”

“Mega Best Friends?”

“You were Mega Best Friends with Antonio.”

Isn’t it time to graduate from children’s games?

When I gave no response, Edgar slowly loosened his grip on my hand.

I was planning to quickly pull my hand back and give that blonde head a good flick.

But his expression, unable to hide his disappointment, made me feel uncomfortable as if I had said something mean.

‘Look at him being all dejected like a puppy in the rain.’

I hadn’t done anything wrong, yet I felt guilty as if I had committed some crime.

Whoosh. I pulled my hand back and rubbed the back of my hand that had been held captive.

The sensation of the fingers that had been gripping my wrist came back vividly.

Just then, Antonio, who had been on the swing for a while, came over and saw our awkward atmosphere.

“Lily. Did you hit him by any chance?”

“Me? He’s taller than me and about twice my size! How could I hit him!”

“He looks like he’s about to cry any moment?”

“I never did that. Edgar, hurry up and clear this up. I feel wronged.”

“…She punched my forehead for no reason. Her hand is stronger than I thought.”

“Our Oliver is pretty strong.”

“Hey!”

In the end, I couldn’t control my temper and gave both Antonio and Edgar matching flicks on their foreheads.

* * *

After finishing lunch at a nearby restaurant, Emilia bought some drinks and returned home.

Although she loved her twin sister and nephews, she couldn’t stand the chaos of that house, so she rented a small house near the Waldrafen Estate.

‘Edgar probably went to his older brother…’

She flatly refused to take care of her nephew since she never knew what kind of danger might strike.

As for Lilliana, her older brother was taking care of her, and Leopold was there too, so there was nothing to worry about.

Click. The front door closed.

Emilia placed the drinks on the dining table and then took out a spear she had hidden in the kitchen storage.

Then she thrust it with all her might into the bathroom door.

Crack!

She felt something brush against the tip of the spear blade that had penetrated the wooden door.

As soon as she withdrew the spear, the door burst open with a bang! and a black mage wearing a deeply pulled hood appeared.

“I didn’t expect you to notice I had entered. Quite surprising.”

“When I go out, I wedge a nail-sized piece of paper in the door crack.”

It was a habit she had developed from being targeted by black mages and the Order for the past few years.

Enormous divine power gathered on the spear blade. The air vibrated around Emilia.

The robed black mage was the same.

“Are you the Ritualist? No. You’re an Elder. The Ritualist rarely moves. What’s the reason?”

There was no answer from her opponent.

She hadn’t expected one anyway. She smiled like a villain and provoked her opponent.

“Come at me. You need my blood, don’t you?”

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