Tensei Oujo wa Kyou mo Hata o Tatakioru

Your brother lowers his eyebrows a bit sadly what he thought of me standing.

"No?"

I moaned.

It is sloppy to look like a discarded puppy. I'm vulnerable to my brother and want to listen to any selfishness.

Hesitated for about a dozen seconds.

Turn your eyes down and exhale a sigh of resignation.

I sat down on the edge of the sofa and patted my knee lightly to show me.

The elder brother who happily narrowed his eyes entrusts his head to my knees.

Is it a fragrance that softly smells? The calm aroma like agarwood suits my brother well.

"Thank you, Rose"

"Because I will serve as a pillow, please take a rest slowly."

The elder brother looks good and closes his eyes after nodding.

I pulled the rug that was nearby and put it on my brother's body.

My older brother, who is more than 178 cm tall, takes only a stomach instead of the whole body, but it's better than nothing. The long legs protrude from the sofa, but please be patient.

Well, what shall we do?

I can't help reading the book on my brother's face.

I've been out of hand, and I looked at my sleeping brother's face indiscriminately.

Skin like white porcelain has no spots even when viewed up close. The platinum bangs on the forehead were gently removed with fingers.

Eyebrow that draws a beautiful line on a good forehead. Thin lips on well-formed nose bridge. Each part is perfectly arranged in the golden ratio.

As always, her face is so beautiful that she sighs. When God made his brother, he thought he was obsessed with the details.

"... Before, the situation was reversed."

With his eyes closed, he opened his mouth.

The last time was probably the time of the mage abduction case. The story of the night that hugged and protected me, who had been idle because I had to do my best alone.

"Your brother ceased me through me."

"I couldn't understand how to comfort him, making me cry more."

In my old days, my brother seemed to be a perfect prince with no failure.

But that was a mistake. I was unfamiliar with the hands I stroked, and I didn't know how to comfort me. I guess I was just irritated on my face and I was impatient.

Still, it's not perfect that he was patient and dating without leaving. Because it's a kind person. And they take care of me and Johan very much.

"I saw your crying face and I was sorry for my disappointment."

"No. I'm happy to be born to my brother's sister."

When you tell your true heart, your brother slowly opens his eyes.

The blue eyes without turbidity reflect me and are soft and thin.

"... I'm happy to be both you and Johan's brother."

Although we were staring at each other, we became embarrassed and looked away from each other. Is it shy or unbearable?

Something goes wrong.

"I really appreciate my mother-in-law who gave birth to you."

Hearing the unexpected words, I forgot that I was shy and turned my eyes back to my brother.

But his brother's face is very serious, not ironic or kind of a joke. In the first place, I can't imagine my brother saying irony.

I understand that you're really saying that.

However, I can not understand.

Rather than being kind to your brother, your mother is your enemy to your eyes?

Even if you are hit hard, thank you instead of being remorseful ... Is your brother a saint?

My brother, who noticed me being stuck in silence, had a troubled expression.

"I really want to."

"I know, so it was extra strange."

To be honest, my brother broke his face.

I'm honest, I throat.

"Naturally, my mother-in-law doesn't seem to care for me, but I don't hate that much."

"... My brother is too wide."

At last, you'll have a sad tone.

I don't hate my mother. I'm the person who gave birth to me and I don't think I can hate it from my heart. I'm not good at it. I'm not good at it.

But I can't defend my attitude toward my brother.

"There are mountains of people in the world who curse themselves in their hearts, but they are lined up with good rhetoric. Do you think that person is honest?"

"......... that is, well."

I agree, even if it's crisp.

Surely, Mother does not imitate repairing only the surface and bullying with shadows. He hits his brother cold before anyone, and he says he doesn't like it.

But, isn't it honest to express it in a positive way ...?

"And it's so continual, because I've always been longing for that cold-hearted Her Majesty."

I feel like I can't say anything about the tone of watching my child's first love. I don't know which is older.

Also, you say like other people's affairs, but it's a story about a real father and a second wife.

Did your mother get married and your brother not hurt?

It may be hard for small children to have a new mother come in just a few years after her mother died. I think I was probably not convinced.

As a king, I know that I can't help but my feelings are different.

Looking at me with her subtle face, she leans her head.

"Rose?"

"... Isn't it sad that your mother got married?"

After hesitation for a while, ask boldly.

Then he looked down once, as if he were searching for his thoughts.

"I never thought I was sad. I don't have any memories of my mother and my father is that. I didn't have to worry about getting my father or losing my place."

It seemed that there was no lie in the voice that spoke plainly.

"And my mother didn't seem to like the king much."

"Really?"

When he was surprised, he nodded, saying, "I heard it."

My brother's mother knows only in portraits, but she is a delicate woman with the same colors as her brother. There are parts that resemble the shape of the nose and ears, but the overall impression is not very similar to my brother.

He seemed to be more afraid than he hated his father because he was a calm person.

Even if he lived a long time, he didn't know if he was happy, he said with a look in the distance.

"If my mother-in-law did not get married, I would have never known family love for a lifetime."

"Brother"

"So I thank my mother-in-law."

Looking at her gentle face, she almost cried.

A mysterious sense of mission came when I had to protect my brother's smile.

"But whether it's a good mother for you is another story."

I nodded to my brother who added that he did not want to be misunderstood.

"I don't hate my mother ... I mean, I'm not involved as much as I like or dislike."

Because I spent too little time together, I couldn't judge or it was a problem before I hated it.

I don't think she is a good mother.

It's true that you just don't think you're a completely bad person.

I guess if you were a better person and a strong person, you would have hated it. My mother is surprisingly clumsy ... Maybe a feeling of closeness is springing out.

"If we get older each other, we may be able to speak calmly."

"... It's not the line of a pre-adult girl."

My brother said so and smiled bitterly.