Chapter 24

‘Although Michael’s words were always sharp, he is especially rude today. Should I stop him?’

Jayna slowly thought she had to step in.

She didn’t know what would happen at this rate. The other person was Michael, who had the worst personality contradicting his beautiful appearance.

‘But how can I change the mood? It would be best to end it well…’

Okay, let’s turn the topic over here.

‘So it seems that you hated your brother’s voice.’

At that moment, a memory came to Jayna’s head.

Last time, Michael was very embarrassed when she called him brother in front of the street vendor.

‘He’s the one who handed me a cloak, telling me not to get rained on, so I need to help him.’

She wouldn’t interfere if her relatives were in this situation right now, but she felt uncomfortable to let this boy in front of her get hurt.

“Excuse me, that…”

Jayna closed her mouth. It would be embarrassing as usual, but there was nothing she can do besides this.

“Brother Michael?”

“······!”

“······!”

The eyes of Michael and Rosian were astonished at the voice of Jayna calling for Michael.

One of them was on the verge of fainting due to shock. But Jayna pretended not to be aware of their reactions.

Blink, blink.

The soft big eyes like calf’s, close gently several times.

She was still thinking and worrying about what to say next…

“Huh?”

Before Jayna could say anything, Michael suddenly held her in his arms.

Michael couldn’t help laughing and snorting at Rosian as if he wasn’t angry just a moment ago.

“Why can’t I intervene? It’s my little sister’s (‘Dongsaeng’) business after all. “

“Little brother*”?

*Michael said Dongsaeng (동생) which is a younger brother or sister in Korean. That’s why Rosian misunderstood that Michael’s ‘dongsaeng’ was pertaining to him and that he was calling him ‘My younger brother’.

Rosian rubbed his arms with a shocked face this time. He looked as if he couldn’t stand the goosebumps.

“You idiot. I’m not talking about you. I’m talking about her.” (Michael)

“Well, I’m glad I’m not that ‘Dongsaeng’. And now I’m sure I wasn’t mistaken from the beginning.”

Rosian, who responded with a smile, soon looked at Jayna with a face as if he had realized something.

“I was curious about the child living here in the tower, but it turns out that it was Brother Michael’s beautiful little sister.”

Jayna, who had eye contact with Rosian, also looked at Rosian with surprised eyes.

It was because, through the argument between the two, she realized who was the boy in front of her.

The boy only revealed his name and hid his last name, but Jayna already knew his full name.

Rosian el-Schifford Delide.

He was the protagonist of the novel, The Sword of Revenge, who later kills her father, Diamide.

*****

The sudden meeting with the main character left Jayna’s nerves all over the place.

He is the main character who pledges revenge on Diamide after his mother’s death.

Jayna gazed at Rosian in a strange appreciation. She didn’t notice it, but it lasted for a long time.

Rosian interpreted Jayna’s gaze in a different meaning.

“Me and Michael, we look a little alike, don’t we?”

“…… What? Ah, you’re right.”

High nose bridge, thick double eyelid eyes.

Several features overlapped. However, their aura’s were completely different.

If Michael was a brilliant and splendid beauty, Rosian has a variety of moods.

He’s like an innocent boy, who doesn’t know what’s waiting for him in the future.

Also, whenever he smiles with his eyes, Jayna can feel this strange charm of his that can make anyone fall for him.

‘I can’t believe such a pure and dazzling boy will become a vengeful character later on.’

Of course, it is a story of the future that only she knew, but it was still hard to believe.

Jayna turned her gaze away with a bitter look.

A corner of her heart sank when she thought about the future Rosian’s going to face.

*****

Meanwhile, Rosian was admiring inwardly.

‘Is it really Michael Bellaphanian whom I met today?’

“Little kid, be careful, there is a trap here.” (Michael)

“You already said that last time.” (Jayna)

“This ki— You really don’t know how to say thank you, do you?” (Michael)

Unlike how he treats him (Rosian), Michael who takes care of his younger sister affectionately was very strange and unfamiliar.

‘Is this trash being mature now, just because he’s eighteen? I thought this kind of trash would be impossible to recycle because it was already rotten’

Rosian, who looked indifferently at his cousin, looked away and looked at the little girl standing next to him.

‘Did she say her name was Jayna?’

Rosian recalled the first time he met Jayna.

Boom!

A girl who fell from the sky.

At first, he thought she was possessed by another person’s magic, but then he saw the girl struggling to control the wind. In other words, she knows how to use magic.

Given that it is extremely rare for a child to use magic, it was also no coincidence that Jayna knew how to use “wind magic” just like Michael.

‘I don’t think they have a good brother-sister relationship just because they’re close. Are they blood-related?’

Rosian gazed at Jayna again.

The blue eyes resembling the sea were strangely familiar.

‘Michael’s uncle, Diamide Bellaphanian, was also said to have blue eyes.’

Rosian, who knew more about his cousin Michael,  than anyone else, could easily conclude the fact that Jayna was the Tower Lord’s daughter.

‘She is the hidden daughter of Tower Lord, and the little girl who tamed Michael’

Rosian stroked his chin and looked at Jayna with a smile.

*****

“I’m sorry, I’ve handled this at my discretion without your permission.”

Hilvenzia bowed her head, gently admitting her fault.

“Why did you do such a thing?”

Diamide looked down at Hilvenzia with cold eyes that were void of any emotions.

He was already aware of the report that Hilvenzia had dealt with the wizard Moben without any authorization.

However, Diamide was waiting for her excuse because she never did anything that would cost her money and never made mistakes with her meticulous personality.

“There is no excuse. I’ll take any punishment.”

But such a prediction of Diamide was wrong.

At some point, her usual sharp tongue neither her imposing figure were both nowhere to be found.

She has the chance to pick up any excuses she can make to defend herself, but Hilvenzia chose to shut her mouth instead.

“······”

Diamide remained silent at the sight of it.

It was just right to punish Hilvenzia and free Moben according to the Tower’s principle.

But strangely enough, he didn’t feel like it.

Diamide always had the confidence to decide on a black or white situation, and also do not regret anything even if his choice was wrong. However, at this moment, it was hard for him to make a decision.

“Tower Lord?”

Diamide briefly turned his eyes over the window.

From the top of the tower where he resides, he could see the whole tower.

Soon he was able to find Jayna playing in the garden.

“Is that the kid?” (Diamide)

“…….”

“The one you tried to protect even at the risk of getting a punishment.”

Diamide raised his magic and listened to the garden.

“I also made bouquets, but the ones that your highness have made is beyond heaven and earth. How did you know how to make a garland?”

“Ah, I learned from other young girls.”

He saw an unfamiliar face. He was the Emperor’s grandson. Did Michael’s cousin come to the tower?

“One time I made one to give to Miss Friel, one time to play with Miss Thetamia, one time to brag to Miss Brina, and one time to show to Miss Irelli. That’s why I’m used to making it.”

Rosian then gave a low exclamation.

“And I also made one for my mother, to Sir Juliet an— “

“Hey.”

At that moment, Michael cut off Rosian’s words with a frown.

“How many women do you have besides those who share the same last name with you? This little guy is already playing.”

However, Rosian continued to talk regardless of whether Michael argued or not.

“I mean…”

Michael, who was angry at first, began to laugh at Rosian’s words as time passed.

‘What’s so funny?’

But it’s Michael. It’s none of my business.

Diamide’s gaze was fixed only on Jayna.

A girl resembling Bezriche was laughing at the boy’s words.

Looking at Jayna’s face, the coldness in Diamide’s eyes subsided.

‘Does that mean that the cloak wrapped around her was given by that Imperial prince?’

When Rosian’s hand reached out towards Jayna’s face, an unknown discomfort rose within Diamide.

“You got whipped cream on your face.” (Rosian)

“Oh, thank you.” (Jayna)

Diamide watched Jayna as she thanked Rosian calmly. However, her gesture looked awkward to him.

‘No matter how small a child is, he’s already ten years old, how could he carelessly reach his hand out to a woman’s face.’

For Rosian, it was an ordinary act of kindness, and for Jayna, who was receiving it, she pays no thought about it, but in Diamide’s eyes, it was particularly special.

She’s just stupidly sitting there even with that kind of guy in front of her.

He can’t imagine Jayna being one of those countless young ladies Rosian had spoken of earlier.

‘…..That’s annoying.’

Diamide looked at Jayna coldly.

He couldn’t figure out why he was constantly paying attention to that child, and there wasn’t enough reason to say it was just because she was the daughter of his enemy, Bezriche.

For him who sealed his own feelings, other people should be as insignificant as the stones by the side of the road…

‘Do I still have a feeling of revenge against her? Do I want to see Bezriche’s daughter be betrayed by her loved one?’

Bezriche, who once whispered love to him, not only played with his feelings but also tried to kill him

So isn’t it a good ending for her daughter to be abandoned by her loved one just like what she did to him?

“Tower Lord?”

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The voice of Hilvenzia strucked Diamide out from his thoughts.

“Stop going back.”

He finally made up his mind that it was obviously because of that, why he’s keeping her alive even though she’s bothersome.

To put Bezriche’s daughter in her place. She, who dared to come into the tower claiming to be his daughter, should be ready to face the consequences of her actions.