It Seems like He Is Trash According to the Rumors.

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"I'm fine, please, Liechten stay here"

"I don't like it. I'm coming, too, even more so if it's the Rufus family."

I knew very well that something was going to happen.

You can't send your sister out to congratulate you because you understand.

Having managed to recover from the damage my sister had scorned, I looked at the defeat and its blue eyes.

Clear, empty eyes, unlike my dull blue, are very similar to my father's.

They look a lot like my mother, Setishira, but I don't remember Setishira's face.

Or the memories before coming to this house are badly vague.

By the time I came to this house, my parents and Lady Seticilla were gone.

And there's not a single portrait of Setisilla in the Duke's house.

My sister had fallen from a fever at a young age.

At that time, I searched around the mansion for a portrait because my mother and I were terribly stuck together, but I couldn't find it.

My sister told me it wasn't there after the fever dropped when she saw me half crying without help.

And I remember him gently stroking my head and sleeping with me holding hands.

Honestly, all I can remember now is shame.

I'm sure I haven't changed anything at all from that time to time, and that's why you're not getting me involved.

It still is, always, always.

Even as a fiancé, there might have been something you could have done if you'd talked to me about it, and I'm glad you shared my sister's spiciness.

You didn't have to hold yourself back to us to be a good nobleman.

I'm sure your sister still thinks you're a little kid who doesn't depend on me.

"Anyway, I shouldn't take you. Even your father won't forgive you."

"You're stubborn sometime. There seems to be an extra reason."

"I don't mean to annoy your hand, the heir to the Duke's house."

"Oh, yeah. So much so that I would go out of my way to call back my sister, who was treated like she was under house arrest in the middle of nowhere, so I guess that's true."

Sister, if you'll excuse me, I'm not very good at lying. Are you going to beat me with your mouth?

It's called recklessness.

I must have taken a long breath and sharpened my gaze. My sister couldn't stand it anymore or she missed her gaze.

I've never had an attitude like this before, but even my sister should have never had one like this with me.

I'm not used to it, so I can't help it.

She looks cute when she thinks so and deliberately tries to stick around.

My sister has changed little by little since I broke up my engagement.

If you're an old sister, first of all, I wouldn't say this and I've never been this sticky.

Those who do not try to force their opinions.

I don't know if he's conscious of himself, but he's got a lot of expression, laughs, anger, obstinate, and he sneers at me once in a while.

That's either humane or the part of my true sister that's been pushed to death.

It's such a pleasure to meet your new sister.

I want to know everything that's bad and good. And I want you to know.

Yeah, everything. Everything.

So it's very unpleasant that something is happening that concerns my sister where I don't know her. If the Earl of Hardist is involved, it will be disproportionate.

Why does that guy know and I don't...

I don't like that guy, and honestly, I don't want that disgusting guy around.

And today, of course.

"Whatever your sister says, I'll get there.

If there's anything dangerous, you must be the one who's most dangerous.

I can defend myself, and I don't hate to fight back if I have to.

Even I should be many times better than my sister.

I don't know what you're afraid of, but I'll try to protect you. "

Not Count Hardist, this me.

My sister's eyes were shaking every bit. Lost, rather than confused.

She doesn't want me to go this far.

He seemed to be trying so hard to figure out how to talk me out.