I Became the Youngest Sister-in-law of the Ruined Reverse Harem’s Male Leads - Chapter 77

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“Edgar. You may have gotten a perfect score on the last quiz, but you need to focus during class.”

 

“I’m sorry.”

 

Receiving his third reprimand, Edgar suppressed the urge to run out of the classroom.

 

For Edgar, who could do multiplication and division in his head, addition and subtraction were too easy.

 

When the boring math class ended, art class began.

 

“Oh.”

 

Edgar was a little—no, quite troubled.

 

Now that Chris had gone to the magic class, there wasn’t anyone in the classroom Edgar could call a friend.

 

But the art teacher told them to pair up and draw together.

 

‘I’m alone?’

 

He looked around casually, but his classmates either avoided Edgar or had already paired up among themselves.

 

‘Is there something wrong with my personality? Lilliana gets along well with the other kids…’

 

Being alone was a little embarrassing.

 

But he didn’t want to approach first the kids who had said they disliked him.

 

He hated having his pride hurt more than being alone.

 

He didn’t want to force himself to get along just because he was embarrassed.

 

“Oh my. Edgar, don’t you have a friend to draw with?”

 

“I can do it by myself.”

 

“Still… Hmm. Ah, we have an odd number of people. How about joining Charles and Paul to make it three?”

 

“I’ll try it myself first, and if I can’t manage, I’ll do that.”

 

While painting alone with his brush, Edgar pondered seriously.

 

In the past, even when he acted prickly toward others, he had felt lonely inside.

 

Back then, he had wanted to fit in with groups of his peers. But why didn’t he care now?

 

Was it because Helene was in the class ahead and Lilliana was in the class behind?

 

“Oops.”

 

He had meant to paint the rabbit’s eyes red, but the paint spread and even the fur turned bright red.

 

Edgar pressed his forehead and sighed.

 

No matter how he looked at it, he had no talent for drawing.

 

* * *

 

“Edgar. Make sure to show this letter to your parents… your brother, and come with your guardian next week.”

 

“Why? Is it because I don’t get along well with the kids? But they were wrong first.”

 

“It’s not that. After enrollment, everyone takes turns having consultations with the teacher. Make sure to tell your guardian. Understand?”

 

“…Yes.”

 

Edgar stuffed the letter deep into his school bag.

 

He didn’t want to make his brothers come to school because of friend problems.

 

“What’s the point of playing with crybabies.”

 

Lilliana said school was fun, but Edgar didn’t think so.

 

Classes were boring and the kids were stupid.

 

Idiots who couldn’t even do subtraction and addition, let alone multiplication and division.

 

And he wasn’t sure if they had good hearts either.

 

They would pick on Chris in petty ways just because he stuttered a bit.

 

‘I don’t want to force myself to make up with the kids. I don’t even know how to make up with them at this point.’

 

With Lilliana, he fought easily but made up just as easily, but he still didn’t know how to get along well with other kids.

 

Edgar let out a deep sigh. If it weren’t for his friends, he wouldn’t have attended school.

 

He was enduring it day by day because he didn’t want to grow distant from Lilliana, Chris, and Helene.

 

But now they were calling in the adults. If he made his brothers come to school over something like this…

 

‘I finally started getting along well with Marius. I don’t want to disappoint him.’

 

Leo would definitely worry greatly if he knew the truth.

 

Edith was someone he wanted to look good in front of, not someone he wanted to ask for help.

 

And Regina…

 

‘She already suffered at the hearing because of me. I can’t cause her trouble again.’

 

He would just lie to the teacher and say his brothers were too busy to come.

 

Edgar came to this conclusion on his own and went to look for Lilliana.

 

* * *

 

Around lunchtime on the weekend, Francois stood in front of Emilia’s house gate and sighed.

 

For five minutes now, he had been debating whether to knock on the door or go back home.

 

His old self would have thought such hesitation was foolish, but he was serious about this.

 

‘I need to have it out with Emilia Berchio.’

 

Leopold would be one thing, but to be jealous of a mere novice like Hugo, not even Marius.

 

He couldn’t sleep from the shame of it.

 

Lately, he had been spending frequent time with Emilia Berchio, so perhaps some kind of attachment had formed.

 

Like the imprinting a duckling feels toward its mother duck…

 

That’s why he got worked up when she smiled at Hugo.

 

‘Thinking about it carefully, I wasn’t that angry that day. I was just a little excited, that’s all.’

 

Francois, who minimized the emotions he felt then, planned to spend time with Emilia and sort out his strange attachment.

 

Bang. Bang.

 

“It’s me. Can I come in?”

 

Francois, who barged in without permission, frowned when he discovered the chaotic state of the house.

 

Emilia was buried in the middle of it, organizing books and papers.

 

“Is something wrong? Are you not feeling well?”

 

“It’s not that. I just realized I live next door but have never properly greeted you. Are you planning to move?”

 

“I’m planning to invite my family next weekend, so I’m organizing in advance.”

 

“Hmm.”

 

He snapped his fingers.

 

Then the items in the house floated up and began organizing themselves neatly.

 

“I helped you organize, so let’s go eat. I’ll treat you.”

 

With that, Francois took Emilia to a restaurant near the house.

 

He ordered veal and several other dishes.

 

While waiting for their meal, Emilia suddenly reached out her hand.

 

Touch. Francois’s brow furrowed slightly at the warm body temperature touching his forehead.

 

“Nothing abnormal. Even if I pray and regularly share divine power with you, it only delays the erosion. Never forget that your body will eventually be taken.”

 

“I know that better than anyone.”

 

Because he had experienced it before.

 

Francois unconsciously rubbed his forehead at the palm’s touch that had disappeared.

 

Suddenly Hugo came to mind. More precisely, Emilia’s face as she smiled brightly in front of Hugo.

 

Just ten minutes ago, he had concluded that the feelings he felt then were nothing special, but seeing Emilia made him realize he had been mistaken.

 

‘I used Rebecca Marchione just fine, so why doesn’t that work with Emilia?’

 

The love potion had worked on Marius and Leopold, but not on him.

 

Not because he had resistance to drugs. It was because the love potion was black magic.

 

Black magic mimicked the power of demons, but he had a real demon dwelling within him.

 

The ruler of night, commonly called darkness. So there was no way a low-level magic like a love potion would work on him.

 

“This is difficult. Let me go to the bathroom for a moment.”

 

He went to the bathroom and washed his face with cold water.

 

He had come to find Emilia to unburden his heart, but somehow it had become more complicated.

 

Then, as he was returning to the table again.

 

“Miss. Don’t get involved with that young man. He’s a very dangerous person.”

 

“Francois?”

 

“He even burned down his own father’s house, and strange sounds are heard from that house every night. He’s a bit mentally unstable, so it’s better to stay away.”

 

The restaurant owner was giving Emilia a serious warning with a grave expression.

 

Hidden behind the wall, he calmly waited for her reaction.

 

‘Will she regret it after finding out the guy she barely saved is worthless?’

 

Whatever Emilia’s reaction, he just needed to avoid being eroded by the demon.

 

But for some reason, his throat felt dry. He held his breath waiting for Emilia’s response.

 

Emilia shook her head and defended him.

 

“He just went through a big rebellious phase, but if you get to know him, he’s a good kid.”

 

“Come on. No matter how hard life gets, who burns down their own house?”

 

“Everyone has their own story. And these days he’s living very properly. He even does volunteer work and helps clean his friend’s house.”

 

“Really? When you put it that way, I see him differently. Well, who doesn’t go through a rebellious phase when they’re young?”

 

Thump.

 

Francois placed his palm on his chest.

 

His stomach was churning as if he might vomit at any moment, but his heart was beating violently, noisily fast.

 

Not the sensation of being twisted randomly and melting, but burning very hot.

 

He leaned his forehead against the wall with a thud. When the cold, hard sensation reached him, laughter burst out.

 

“…Right.”

 

He admits it.

 

He wants Emilia Berchio’s attentive gaze, that heart that observes and worries about others, to be directed only at him.

 

It wasn’t confusion with the warm sensation characteristic of divine power.

 

He was chasing the warmth of the hand placed on his forehead out of concern for him.

 

He returned to his seat with slightly reddened eyes.

 

Then, as if it were nothing, he recounted the misfortunes that had befallen him.

 

“My father left home before I was born and lived his whole life with his mistress. I guess he really hated the arranged marriage with my foreign mother.”

 

The name Francois wasn’t an Imperial name.

 

It was a name used in the kingdom beyond the Western Mountains.

 

“Even though he was that kind of father, I missed him… but after he died, when I saw his will, he said he’d leave everything to the son he had with his mistress.”

 

“You heard our conversation earlier.”

 

“The title will come to me, but property is another matter entirely, so I burned it all down. Since there’s already a madman parasitizing my head anyway, I figured it wouldn’t matter if I did some crazy things too.”

 

“You must have suffered a lot emotionally.”

 

“It’s one of my secrets that was kept out of the press for the sake of the Cassel Family’s reputation.”

 

“Just because you owe me a debt doesn’t mean you need to tell me.”

 

“I told you on purpose.”

 

“Huh? Why?”

 

Francois pushed the veal toward Emilia as he replied.

 

“Sharing secrets makes you closer, doesn’t it?”

 

Because right now I want to get close to you.

 

As soon as she heard the following words, a flustered Emilia pulled her body all the way back to the sofa’s backrest.

 

Francois watched her and smiled gently.

 

It was the ‘annoying’ smile that Emilia had once described.

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