My Sister Picked up the Male Lead

(Change in POV—Reynok)

Astoph Ilberk.

That was the name of Reynok’s father.

His father would always walk around the mansion with a woman by his side. He would also kick his young child without hesitation.

“Brat.”

To Astoph Ilberk, Reynok was only a thorn to his side.

Pak! Paak!

The violence began back when he was just beginning to recognise objects. Reynok had learned about fists before language. Every day, he was punched and kicked until at some point he stopped feeling pain. When hungry he would be given scraps, and when dressed he had rags for clothes. His clothes were even worse than what the servants wore. Even when his hair was messy, his father wouldn’t let anyone care for him.

“My lord, you still haven’t named your heir…”

Only at the age of 10, did the boy realise that he had no name. Furthermore, the butler who had suggested to the Duke to name his son died after receiving a violent punishment.1

The child, with one look at the pitiful old man, ran to his father’s study and opened a book.

‘Flowers, trees, butlers, and maids all have names. Why am I the only one without one?’

“A brat like you doesn’t need a name.”

Gulp.

At the fact that he didn’t know his name, his eyes filled with cold tears. He didn’t even know why his chest was stinging as if his heart was being stabbed. But the pain subsided after a while and he became numb.

That’s right, a name. For anyone else, they would have been named by their father. But he didn’t have anyone like that. That was why he named himself.1

Reynok.

Reynok. Reynok. Reynok.

Excited to finally say his own name, the young child became teary-eyed. But the name left a bitter taste in his mouth.

It felt as if someone should be here, but there was only emptiness in front of him.

He didn’t know how else to describe it. He didn’t know whether he was feeling sorrow, sadness, or pain. He didn’t even understand why his servants cry when his father beat them too. Even if he was bleeding, he wouldn’t know if he was hurt.

So, when he received his long-awaited name, he thought he would have finally been able to have feelings like pain in his heart.

He might not have known at the moment, but his plan was futile.

Just like that, the young boy grew up to become a young man. Without him knowing, at some point, people have started calling him a madman. A madman who was cruel and could easily step on others for his goal.

It was the Grand Duke Astoph Ilberk that had made him this way. His father had not once called Reynok by his name even until he died in his hands.

“You are not my child.”1

Astoph told him he was born from a devil’s seed.

“You will become the Ilberk family’s ruin, brat.”

So, he lived on with the curse that one day he will wipe out the Ilberk family.

… The child that had been born from a devil’s seed had purple eyes just like his father.

“You’re not even a beast. But in the end, you’re going to bite my neck off?”

Even as he stabbed his father in his gut, he felt no regret till the last moment. Killing the Grand Duke had been more anti-climactic than he would have thought.

But a few years later, after being ambushed by the Crown Prince and struck by the hilt of a sword on his head, Reynok couldn’t remember a thing.

When he opened his eyes again, there was a strange girl in front of him.

Where was this? Why was he here?

It was dark but he could see her clearly as if they were in bright daylight. From then on, he got to know more about the girl in front of him. A girl with orange hair that shone like the sun and round eyes.

“I-I am… the owner of this house….”

A low voice emanated from her pale pink lips.

“First, how about you release me? Knox, my arms hurt.”

“…Knox?”

Just a gentle reminder, but Reynok has lost his memories.

“It’s your name?”

It was the moment when the young man pinned her down that she mumbled an answer.

“A brat like you doesn’t need a name.”

He heard the voice of the man who kicked him clearly in his head.

‘Ah. Did I use to live a life where I didn’t need a name?”

Nothing came to mind but the feeling of futility was still sharp, even if he only felt it unconsciously.

“I gave it to you.”

“… You gave it to me?”

He soon admitted that he was happy with the name he received from a random person.

Light started surrounding the girl, making her shine like a galaxy.

“… Uh, Knox? Do you mind putting some space between us?”

“… Knox.”

He realised that he must have lived a life longing for a name. That’s right. It was clear. He needed a name.

Reynok stared at the person in front of him with a hollow gaze.

“I asked if I was special.”

His feelings rattled him. There was a person, who was standing right in front of him, who could fulfill his needs of when Reynok had lived in solitude for his whole life.

He wasn’t going to let go of this person without understanding why he needed her so much. He took her hand. His impulses spurred him on. He didn’t know why but he felt as if his past self would have never held another person’s hand like this.

Reynok closed his eyes tightly.

He wanted her. He didn’t know how to describe these feelings but they felt selfish and abnormal.

‘But why is that?’

Something inside him whispered.

He did think it was abnormal but he had no intention of changing.

His longing for her only grew since he could only see her at night. The fact that he could only see her for half of her life made the time with her even more dazzling.

Amy told him that he was special only because she picked him up from the forest, but her words did not hold. So, after managing to escape from the gllyluses, he told her.

“I’m not a child.”
He was so close that if he moved even a little, their noses would touch. His eyes could not see clearly but his other senses were sharpened. As the young man held her hand, he could feel his heart beating wildly. He could feel the breath of the panting girl on his skin.

Even though he couldn’t remember, he knew that in his past he had been longing for something. He longed to be able to completely feel emotions. He wanted to feel by hearing, seeing, or speaking without distancing himself. And he followed this inexplicable desire.

Without his memories, he could only be overwhelmed by this warmth he was feeling.

“O-of course, you’re not a child. I-I also knew that.”

“You picked up an adult male, didn’t you?”

“Uh-uhm, yes… An adult. I picked up an adult.”

“That’s right. I’m not actually a child like you see me in the day. I don’t even remember anything that happens during the day.”

He became used to being called Knox. Although she was gone only for the previous night, he could feel the emptiness of his bed.

At that, he smiled slightly.

He wanted to hold her hands more. When he opened his eyes, he hoped that she could be right by his side.

She just gave him a name. But as he got to know the person he could only meet at night a little more, he couldn’t stop. was now eating up the girl’s affection like a hungry beast.

“To a person like me who had lost his memories, you’re the only person I know. Do you not know? Or are you pretending to not know?”

It occurred to him that he probably lived with everything he wanted, in a past that he couldn’t remember.

“I won’t do anything so… sleep next to me.”

Now, even without his memories, he might be able to fulfill what he had been longing for.

He was clever. Cold but clever. Although he couldn’t remember a thing, he was still like a wolf, once he had bitten onto something he wouldn’t let go.

‘Why am I so attracted to you?’1

That’s right. He couldn’t use words to explain it. He only had thoughts of wanting to see the girl who he could only see at night.

“A brat like you doesn’t need a name.”

Though he had lost his memories, he would sometimes hear this voice. His voice was as deep and thick as rum. His voice was so vivid that it was overwhelmingly loud.

But when this girl called his name, he could forget about those voices.

Like a wolf stretching while looking at its food, Reynok looked at the girl and recounted his thoughts one by one.

‘I won’t let go of you.’1

Instead of recalling his memories, he had awakened his instincts. Little by little, he was taking steps towards something he wanted.

There was no explanation as to why he was attracted to her.

But he knew the attraction was real.

(Back to Amy’s POV)

The Difference Between a Wolf and a Dog.

What is this?

What is this really. I agonised as I held my cheek. In front of my eyes was the spread of a random book that I had come across in the abandoned house.

“What even… saying?”

I fiddled with the necklace. If I wasn’t wrong, Knox turned into a child well past sunrise.

“This can’t be happening.”

This was one thing I clearly remembered. The curse will cause him to change exactly when it was sunrise or sunset. That was why even while flirting with the female lead, he was still able to confront the Crown Prince.

I wonder if Serena purposefully got into trouble while lifting the curse from him.

This was why it was impossible for me to meet adult Knox in the morning. But why?

Why did it give me such an ominous feeling the last time I held his hand?

Don’t tell me, this was all happening because I held his hand? It couldn’t be. Maybe it was that bright light I saw at the abandoned house? No, that couldn’t be too. Why was I being anxious like some main character that made the wrong choice in a story?

The most suspicious was this necklace. I cannot ignore the blinding light I saw. But what kind of language was written in that book? As I pondered further, I thought my head was going to explode.

“… Amy?”

At that moment, a small hand grabbed me. I was surprised to see fingers at the corner of my eyes.

“Knox! You’re awake?”

Knox didn’t answer and shook his head. Geez, just looking at his panting frustrated me. Quickly, I soaked the towel and squeezed it before putting it back on his forehead.

“Knox, you’re very sick today.”

“… Sick?”

Knox was someone who didn’t know that he was in pain, even after he had been cut by glass. I explained his condition slowly. He seemed to not entirely understand but he looked into my eyes and nodded slowly.

“Sick…”

“Yes, sick. So, just lie down and take a good sleep, okay?”

I expected it but Knox just laid there, without sleeping. It should be natural for this little boy to feel burdened as even in adult form he couldn’t help but to collapse.

Imagine my shock when I had to clean his wound, that started to bleed this morning.

I would’ve been at a loss if I hadn’t remembered how to treat wounds from my sister.

“Knox, do you feel uncomfortable anywhere? Your back, or your hands… Huh?”

“…”

He was shaking.

I didn’t know if he could feel the pain but pretended to be oblivious to it, or if he really couldn’t feel it. But honestly, at times like this, I preferred the Knox in adult form who would just say what was on his mind straight up.

I felt sorry for him. He could only blink his eyes innocently when he gets hurt or sick.

Tak.

“… Where are you going?”

“Huh? Ah… I was going to get a new towel and bring you some porridge from the kitchen. Just wait for a moment.”

“…”

“Knox? You have to let me go so I can leave.”

He shook his head.

While still panting hard, Knox didn’t let go of my clothes.

“Don’t leave.”

Why would he look at me with those eyes, that would only make my heart waver? I never said I was going to run away. I just told you that I was going to the kitchen.

Maybe it was because I thought that I was really abandoning him but I felt something poking at my heart.

It was shameless but I removed his sheets. After wrapping him around with his sheets, I lifted Knox up.

“Huk. Are you considered light or heavy? I had never carried a child before so I wouldn’t know.”

“Amy?”

“Yup. Don’t move. You might agitate your wound. Actually, I also shouldn’t be moving you around like this.”

I winced. After taking a deep breath, I headed to the kitchen.

I don’t know why I was suddenly reminded of this story my friend told me a long time ago. One time, she left the dog she was raising alone at home but she couldn’t even go to the toilet without worrying about it.

“Am I taking care of a child or a dog…”

… I smirked.

I was wrong. The look on his face reminded me of my sister’s. It looked like a wary cat with all its fur strands standing.

When deciding whether he looked more like a dog or a cat, after considering Knox in his adult form, ‘That’s right… He’s a beast.’

“Today’s breakfast is porridge. I made this porridge by boiling it with herbs. Would you like to try it?”

He shook his head.

Looks like Knox still couldn’t remember anything. I thought children at his age would prefer eating porridge made from leftovers to actual food.

When I tried to give him porridge, I felt guilty. I’ll make something delicious when he gets better.

Knox, who had injured his back, seemed to have some trouble using his arms. That’s why I fed him by holding his hand instead.

“Is it tasty?”

“… Yup.”

Knox, who was still wrapped in his sheets, made eye contact with me before shyly dropping his head. A pink color dusted his ears.

“Amy.”

“Yeah?”

“I think I should continue being sick.”

“Why?”

What’s so good about being sick? I tilted my head, unable to understand. Knox grabbed my little finger and whispered in a small voice.

“Be-Because Amy’s always by my side.”3

“…”

His eyes that seemed to sparkle reflected an enamoured light.

“… Can you not continue to stay by my side?”

… Why are the fastballs from both versions of Knox getting better?

I stared at the boy with flushed cheeks. But feeling uncomfortable, I quickly turned my eyes away as my breath was caught in my throat. His eyes were like a smoky cauldron.

“… Do you want some more?”

I was thankful that he was eating well so that I could go and get him more porridge. Knox grabbed my hand.

“… Amy. Are you hurt?”

Knox said as he stared at my palm.

“Huh? Uh, a little? I got hurt last night.”

“Where?”

“Huh? It wasn’t that serious. It just happened while I was taking a walk.”

I pulled his small hand away from mine. Then, I sprang to my feet, filling the bowl with porridge that still hadn’t turned cold.

But Knox didn’t give even a glance at the steaming bowl. Instead, he looked at me with his purple eyes that resembled amethysts.

Clang.

Knox who fidgeting with his spoon, soon he opened his mouth.

“You got hurt at night and if you get hurt everyday…”

“What?”

“Then, does it not hurt for Amy?”

As if he was nervous, his breathes were shallow as he whispered. All this time, the boy’s eyes alternated between my hand to my eyes.

“Uhm, so what Knox is saying is that I shouldn’t go anywhere and I shouldn’t get hurt?”

He nodded his head.

My gaze shifted and landed on the boy’s slightly wet forehead.

“You won’t have to worry about that anymore. It won’t happen anymore in the future.”

Although I went to the abandoned house once, only one out of the three books that we found were useful. The other two books were on history. So, there probably won’t be any reason to go there again?

After reaching that conclusion, I spoke gently.

“This time, I went out specially to help you.”

“Specially?”

It was only for a moment but Knox frowned. I didn’t know why but he looked a little sullen and tilted his head. It was probably because he couldn’t understand that word.

Fortunately, Knox ate up all the remaining porridge afterward. Even though I didn’t say anything, Knox swallowed down the medicine wordlessly.

“Just to swallow these, my sister would whine a lot. You did well, Knox.”

“Well?”

“Yes, you did well. Now, let’s sleep.”

I squatted down and buttoned his new clothes up before giving a low laugh. As I looked at the feverish boy, I confessed something I had kept hidden sincerely.

“Actually, when you’re sick, I feel uncomfortable.”

If Knox had been able to run alone, his hands and legs would be more able to move. Then, he wouldn’t have had to get hurt like this. It’s not that I was blaming myself, but I couldn’t feel nothing looking at someone who was so pale and injured because of me. I felt the same for my sister who helped hunt and gather food for me.

“That’s why, don’t get hurt anymore.”

The boy fidgeted before reaching his hands out.

“Amy too.”

Knox, who was clasping the hems of my clothes, raised his head slowly.

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“Don’t get hurt.”

His cheeks were then dyed slightly red.

“… I’ll get hurt for you.”2

T/N: Have a great week ahead everybody!!