I Became the Youngest Sister-in-law of the Ruined Reverse Harem’s Male Leads - Chapter 172

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Usually in novels, when you fall asleep after experiencing a major incident, you meet your parents or encounter God through dreams, but in reality, all I can hear are my nephews’ mumbling voices.

“Brother. When I get taller, let’s ask Dad to teach us swordsmanship. Next time, I’ll carry Mom and run.”

“Me too. I need to become a strong adult who can protect Mom.”

I tensed my face to suppress the smile that was rising at my nephews’ admirable determination.

“But why won’t youngest aunt wake up… I heard youngest aunt killed bats and goats, so is that why she’s in so much pain?”

“No. The adults said youngest aunt is just sleeping.”

“Yosiyas. Only babies sleep for 18 hours.”

“But… what if youngest aunt dies?”

Unlike Filippo, thinking of Yosiyas groaning with innocent eyes made me feel like I was going crazy.

I wanted to get up right away and hug him tight and give him kisses, but I held back because I wanted to listen a little more.

“If she just wakes up, I’ll tell her she’s the prettiest aunt in the world.”

“Then I’ll ask her to play with me for just 30 minutes instead of 1 hour.”

“Sniff.”

I couldn’t hold back anymore. When a sobbing sound came from my throat, a small palm slapped onto my forehead.

“Aunt? Youngest aunt!”

“Brother! I think she’s regained consciousness!”

“But why won’t she open her eyes? She’s definitely conscious,”

Suddenly, strong hands lifted my eyelids. The culprit was Filippo.

I immediately stretched out my arms, grabbed Filippo, and shook his body.

“Say it quickly. That youngest aunt is the prettiest in the world!”

“Why, why should I!”

“You said if she just wakes up, you’ll tell her she’s the prettiest aunt in the world! I heard everything.”

“That was…”

When Filippo’s face turned red, I gave him kisses on both cheeks.

“Were you worried because aunt wouldn’t wake up?”

“I, I wasn’t. Yosiyas! Let’s quickly go call the adults!”

Filippo grabbed his brother’s hand and ran out of the room.

His reddened nape was so cute that I grabbed the blanket and rolled around on the bed laughing by myself.

Then the door opened and Andrea and Liliana appeared.

“Good morning!”

“It’s 2 PM now. Liliana, you slept for almost a full day.”

Unlike Liliana who smiled and replied to me, my brother strode over and hugged me tightly.

I felt a subtle trembling. I could feel completely how much my brother had worried and how sorry he was for leaving alone.

“I’m not hurt at all.”

“Right. That’s how it should be. Whose sister are you?”

“Hehehe.”

My brother stroked my head and tucked the fallen hair behind my ear.

“Well done. I don’t know who raised you, but you grew up so well.”

“When I turn 20, I’ll be the prettiest, most popular actress with the strongest fists in the world, right?”

When my brother and Liliana giggled at my words, I felt rewarded for my playful joke.

“What about Emilia?”

“She hasn’t regained consciousness yet. The doctor says if she rests well for a month, she’ll be healthy again. Don’t worry. Francois will take care of everything.”

“Go have a meal first. Antonio and Edgar were very worried about you.”

“Mm-hmm.”

I wanted to see Emilia, but it seemed like the adults were worried I might be concerned, so I went down to the dining hall as Liliana suggested.

In the dining hall, Antonio was eating chicken while playing cards with Edgar and Chris.

Edgar was the first to spot me and jumped up to run over.

“Are you okay?”

“Except for being hungry. Chris! You, you, you…”

I quickly approached Chris, cupped his cheeks, and turned his face back and forth.

Fortunately, not even a speck of Lazarus’s traces remained.

“Do you know how surprised I was when you appeared like that?”

“S-sorry. And thank you for saving me.”

Edgar gently pulled me away from Chris, whom I was still holding, and sat me down.

Then he quickly ordered the maid sisters to bring other food.

I was starving to death, so I stole the food Antonio was eating and listened to what had happened while I was asleep.

“This afternoon, they officially announced that Lazarus had been destroyed. The Order and black mages were completely rooted out too.”

“Liliana. You and I have become heroes from Trowance!”

“E-Edgar too. Me too…”

Chris’s cheeks turned bright red.

“Now we just need Lady Emilia to wake up.”

“She’ll wake up soon. The Marquis and clerics are watching over her, so it would be stranger if she doesn’t recover.”

“But there’s one thing I’m worried about – Leopold’s house. They say it’ll take several years to repair. I apparently destroyed half of that house, so what if they ask me to pay for it?”

“Would Leo do that?”

“But Antonio. About your ability. Isn’t it a serious problem if you can’t control it that well?”

“They say it’ll stabilize as I get older. Edith was the monster for controlling all that power from the beginning.”

“Well, it’s originally a power that only women control, but it was inherited by you.”

Chris and Edgar’s gazes focused on me as I put down the chicken bone.

Antonio let out a silent scream and buried his face in his palms.

“Didn’t Antonio tell you? Antonio’s ability is maternally inherited. But unusually, it manifested even though he’s male.”

“Really? How is that possible? What variable existed in Antonio? Or was he born with some genetic factor that usually makes it manifest only in women? Did it manifest exactly the same as Lady Edith? Isn’t there a possibility that it’s difficult for you to control your ability because you’re male?”

Witnessing Chris’s eyes sparkling, Antonio muttered that he was doomed and banged his forehead on the table.

“Antonio. I’d like to hear more details…”

I quickly signaled to Edgar with my eyes.

It meant to escape from Chris’s academic fervor by sacrificing Antonio.

“I get scared whenever Chris gets like that.”

“Same here. I’ve watched for a long time, but I just can’t get used to it.”

It was an afternoon when the dry air felt refreshing.

The sky was clear without a single cloud, the temperature was cool but the sunlight was warm.

Then Edgar suggested to me. His tone was quite cautious since I had said I disliked everything last time.

“Do you want to… go to the garden?”

“Sure.”

“Huh? Oh, yes. I’d like that too.”

Edgar seemed a bit flustered as if he hadn’t expected me to readily accept, then quickly smiled.

His clear skin stood out in the fresh air. My gaze kept going to his raised cheekbones from smiling and his gently folded eyes.

On the way to the garden, Edgar asked in his characteristically neat manner of speaking.

“Do you remember… what you said about burying a time capsule under the lemon tree so the lemon tree fairy would make us meet again?”

“I’m not a genius who remembers everything like you.”

“I said I remember it.”

His slightly dejected expression looked exactly like an abandoned puppy.

I could see the lemon tree in the distance. Not far away, there was also an olive tree.

Since these trees were difficult to grow in the Empire’s climate, they gave a somewhat foreign impression compared to the surrounding scenery.

“So you’re disappointed?”

“A little.”

“Is there anything else you’re disappointed about?”

“Yes.”

“What is it?”

“That you said you’ve never been confessed to.”

Did I say something like that?

As I searched through my mind for a moment, I remembered lying to Antonio when he questioned me after I had cried while holding Edgar, saying I had never received anything like a confession.

But… it wasn’t completely a lie, was it?

It was just telling him about liking someone during childhood.

When my thoughts reached that point, I suddenly realized something. I stopped walking without knowing it.

“Were you the one who rolled me up in blankets and threw me into the room that day?”

“I was a bit angry.”

Before we knew it, we had arrived in front of the lemon tree.

It looked much bigger and sturdier than I remembered.

I vaguely remembered those days of crying and laughing under the tree, rolling around getting dirt on my clothes.

And what kind of expression Edgar had when we buried the time capsule.

“I really liked you a lot, you know. So much. Really, really, really much.”

Despite his somewhat aloof expression, the more he spoke, the more embarrassed he seemed to get, his gaze fixed on the ground.

A cool breeze from somewhere made his golden hair flutter gently.

Under his long eyelashes, I could see eyes shaking restlessly as he fought the desire to steal glances at me.

“And I still like you now. To a degree I can’t understand myself.”

Our gazes met.

Once they reminded me of the lush greenery of Trobancha, but now they held the rough affection characteristic of his age.

“I probably liked you with these same feelings before too. That’s why I risked everything to help you escape.”

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