Siena Dating Agency - Chapter 113

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113.

Castillian actually knew.

That lately, Siena had become more affectionate toward him than before.

Her tone had softened, and she was genuinely caring about him.

‘The look in her eyes when she looked at me wasn’t fake either.’

Her warmth when she offered her lap in the carriage.

The sincere worry she showed when he said he couldn’t feel pain.

Those things had definitely existed.

But whether that was greater than her feelings for Johan, or just a different kind of emotion… he couldn’t judge.

“Brother?”

Edel’s voice sounded as if it came from far away.

Castillian was looking down at his hands resting on the bed.

The wound beneath the bandage still sent no sensation.

However, the weight pressing down on his chest was impossible to ignore.

“Brother, tell her your identity!”

Edel grabbed the edge of the bed and leaned forward as he shouted.

“If Lady Siena knows you’re the Prince, she won’t even look at that marquis!”

“…”

“You’re much more handsome, Brother!”

Edel’s words were extremely simple.

If Castillian revealed that he was the Prince, there was no way Siena would choose someone like Johan.

It sounded like an objective and intuitive solution.

But… that was logic that only worked in Edel’s world.

“…Siena is.”

Castillian’s lips moved slowly.

His voice was dry, but what lay beneath it was not.

“Not someone whose heart moves for such things.”

Castillian had watched Siena Willow for three years.

She wasn’t swayed by someone’s status or background.

Among the clients who visited the Center were high-ranking nobles and wealthy merchants.

But Siena’s attitude was the same toward everyone.

‘That’s why I came to like her.’

Siena saw whoever she met as just a ‘person.’

“Lian…?”

“…”

“Oh, it’s nothing… it’s just similar to The Prince’s name.”

“…!”

“So I was startled for a moment. I thought my brother’s friend was The Prince.”

She was someone who wouldn’t change even if the shell of being the Prince was removed.

But conversely, if the shell of being the Prince was put on, she could change.

Not in a good way, but in a bad way.

“If she knew I was the Prince, she’d feel burdened.”

Castillian was certain.

After all, that was exactly why he had deliberately hidden his identity all this time.

“Siena treats me comfortably because I’m Lian de Vicelle, an ordinary noble of Lehatten Kingdom.”

But if he revealed his identity in the current situation…

‘Those pretty golden eyes would probably widen greatly.’

And emotion would rise to her face.

‘Not joy, but bewilderment would show.’

Or a sense of betrayal.

He had been lying to Siena.

‘All this time, lies… once, twice, three times.’

He deceived her about his personality.

He deceived her about his name.

He deceived her about his status.

“…If I reveal it now.”

“…”

“I’ll lose everything.”

Castillian’s jaw tensed again.

While he spoke intermittently, Edel’s mouth fell half open.

Then he shook his head vigorously.

“No… No, Brother. You won’t lose anything.”

His blue eyes were moistly wet.

Edel looked up at Castillian and placed his hand on his chest.

“I, Edel, saw it. What expression Lady Siena had when talking about you, Brother.”

Edel rolled his eyes briefly, searching his memory.

‘Every time sister-in-law mentioned the name ‘Lian’…’

What subtly seeped into her golden eyes.

Soon finding the name for it, he added.

“…Worry.”

“…”

“When talking about you being hurt, Brother, Lady Siena’s eyes got this big.”

Edel made a circle with his finger next to his eye.

He spread his previously clenched hand as if exploding it to emphasize his words.

“And at the Center too. She kept looking at the empty sofa.”

“…”

“Not just once, but many, many times! Edel counted them all.”

Edel began folding his fingers one by one.

Then he quickly gave up.

Because he truly didn’t have enough fingers.

“Anyway…! She looked so many times!”

Castillian stared at the back of his hand resting on the blanket.

‘…If what Edel says is true.’

No, it would certainly be true.

His younger brother was a child who didn’t know how to lie.

‘Siena looked at my empty seat.’

Multiple times, at that.

‘But she still accepted Johan Beloster’s date invitation and went out.’

Two facts were coexisting.

Siena was concerned about Lian.

Yet she couldn’t refuse Johan.

‘Why?’

Castillian thought.

Whether Siena couldn’t refuse Johan, or didn’t want to refuse him.

The difference was enormous.

But he couldn’t guess which way her heart leaned.

“Brother.”

Then Edel carefully tugged at Castillian’s arm.

He smiled brightly.

“Don’t worry too much.”

“….”

“I just… I hope you do what you want to do, brother.”

At the same time, Castillian’s eyes narrowed slightly.

‘What I want to do…?’

The question never left his lips, only circling in his mind.

Strangely, Edel answered as if he had heard that thought.

“I like you no matter what you do, brother. Because you’re my brother.”

“….”

“Lady Siena would feel the same way.”

Edel’s eyes curved into a smile.

His face shone warmly like sunlight in the shadowy room.

“So do what you want to do.”

It was a simple statement.

A sentence that was so like Edel—straightforward and without even a speck of complexity.

Yet those words somehow settled right in the center of his chest.

No… that was actually the answer.

It felt like all the complicated things filling his insides were washed away in an instant.

It had truly pierced through everything.

“….”

Castillian looked down at his younger brother for a long while.

Edel’s fingers were gripping his sleeve tightly.

As if he would never let go no matter what happened.

Seeing those small, warm hands actually made his heart feel stronger.

‘…What I want to do right now.’

The countless assumptions, anxieties, and fears that had been swirling in his head cleared away in an instant.

Like the calm after a storm.

Now only one thing remained.

‘Seeing Siena’s face.’

It wasn’t about revealing his identity or keeping Johan Beloster in check.

It wasn’t about avoiding the Imperial Palace’s search either.

He just… wanted to see Siena.

He wanted to go where she was breathing and stand in the same time as her.

‘That alone would be enough.’

Suddenly, Castillian rose from the bed.

“…I’ll be back.”

He quickly changed into a fresh shirt hanging on the clothes rack.

In truth, his appearance was a mess compared to usual.

His black hair was disheveled and his face showed traces of not sleeping properly for several days.

But only his red eyes shone clearly.

Like a fire that had been extinguished until just now was lit again.

Edel, who had been staring blankly at that broad back, lifted the corners of his mouth.

“Brother, brother!”

Castillian turned his head slightly while gripping the door handle.

Then Edel clenched his fist and showed it to him.

“Fighting!”

Castillian, who had stopped for about 3 seconds, opened the door and left without saying anything.

But Edel saw it.

His brother’s ears turning slightly red.

Creak, thud.

As the door closed, Edel stamped his feet and cheered quietly.

“Yes…!”

Then he quickly ran to the window and pulled back the curtains.

The manor’s courtyard was visible at a glance through the glass.

Before long, he could see Castillian striding toward the carriage.

The coachman seemed flustered and hurried, but he paid no attention and climbed into the carriage.

With a rattling sound, the carriage left Aizet Baron’s estate.

Edel kept his forehead pressed against the window, not taking his eyes off until the carriage disappeared from view.

Pitt quietly approached from behind him.

“Your Highness….”

“Pitt!”

Edel turned around and grabbed both of Pitt’s hands.

“Let’s pray together! So I can legally call the young lady sister-in-law!”

“That word ‘legally’….”

“If brother and sister-in-law get married, it would be legal!”

He couldn’t bring himself to say ‘Nothing has happened yet, but you’ve gone too far.’

Because Edel’s face was far too serious and earnest for that.

Pitt held back a sigh even now.

Ever since leaving the Center….

No, ever since leaving the Imperial Palace, the uneasy feeling had persisted.

Everything was still full of uncertain factors.

But just for this moment, he wanted to grant his childish master’s wish.

“…Yes, Your Highness. I will pray.”

When Pitt finally closed his eyes, Edel smiled with satisfaction.

He turned his gaze back to the window.

How many minutes had passed like that?

Clatter, clatter.

Suddenly, with the sound of hoofbeats, a new group appeared from the other end of the road.

It was a cavalry unit that looked to be at least a dozen strong.

The crest embroidered on their shoulders was threateningly vivid.

Two dragons wrapped around a sword—the Imperial crest.

And above them in the sky, three black hawks were flying in circles.

The sight was ominous, like a harbinger of death.

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