Rex started practicing his sword skills with Cheroke the next day.
Cheroke commended Rexâs sense. Even though the assessment was kind, from the way he was staring at Rex, it didnât seem to be just talk.
Rex, however, had a fatal flaw. He doesnât have much physical strength.
Even now, his body trembled each time he swung his sword. I feared that he might pass out, but I was unable to approach him to express my concerns out loud for fear of making him angry. Instead, I had to watch him while pacing around.
It was obvious that Rex was going through puberty no matter how you looked at it.
Iâm the kind of older sister who respects his younger brother.
But arenât you straining yourself too much?
Rex wobbled so much that he appeared to be about to fall, but he quickly regained his balance and assumed his posture. Everybody was supporting Rex. Naturally, I was supporting Rex, but. I have a basic query as I watch him work so hard.
Rex already possesses such extraordinary abilities, does he really need to put himself through such demanding sword training? Does he actually need to exert that much effort? Thatâs the thought that initially crossed my mind.
After such a question, I reflected on myself.
When I consider this, I realize why God did not endow me with an ability.
âIâve heard youâre skilled with an arrow.â
I was planning my next move, swinging my sword a hundred times and then leaving with Rex, when Cheroke approached me.
Although Iâm a little embarrassed to admit it, I actually had pretty good archery skills. So I just nodded my head without saying anything.
âAs expectedâ¦â
Cherokeeâs eyes started to tear up. I knew why he was acting that way. He was obviously feeling emotional and thinking about my mother. I patted Cherokeeâs back. It served as a cue for him to stop sobbing.
Thankfully, Cheroke quickly wiped his tears away.
âBy the way, Master Rex must be having a hard time at night.â
ââ¦â¦right?â
With such a weak body, it was no surprise that his muscles would be strained after pushing himself so hard. Even if I suggested that we go back, he would most likely ignore my words. I turned away from Rex as the sight of him made me feel like I was about to burst inside.
I made the decision to enter Rexâs room covertly that evening.
I requested some Dracena herbal medicine from Bonita. Although it smelled spicy, it was useful for reducing pain and inflammation, and knights frequently used it. I carefully carried the cloth that had been dipped in the herbal water to Rexâs room. The plan was to leave it in his room unnoticed while he slept. If I was fortunate enough, I might take a quick look at his health!
He must be sound asleep, I suppose.
Most likely as a result of the way he trained today, his body wonât be able to withstand it without passing out. With all my care, I carefully swung open Rexâs door. Surprised by the sudden creak, I looked at Rexâs room with only my left eye through the gap in the open door. Only silence lingered in Rexâs dark room.
He didnât really faint, did he?
Fear overcame me. I opened the door just enough for my body to enter Rexâs room. I cautiously approached Rexâs bed while relying on the moonlight that was filtering through the window.
I also came to the conclusion that the perceived silence in Rexâs room was a mirage as I drew nearer.
It was because I could hear Rexâs moans.
âRex.â
ââ¦â¦.â
Rex was probably too sick to notice my presence. When I softly called out his name, he finally realized I was in the room and stopped groaning.
I exhaled a long sigh. Rex uncovered himself with the blanket after that.
âAre you alright?â
Rex was crouching down. His hair had become seaweed-like attached to his forehead. I gently pushed it back, exposing his bulging, white forehead.
âI,Iâm⦠o,okay.â
âYou canât even speak properly.â
I quickly used a cloth covered in herbal medicine to wipe Rexâs body. Heâll recover soon because herbal medicine has an analgesic effect. I ought to have gotten more and bathed him. Rex didnât object as much as I had anticipated; instead, he just let me take care of him.
Do I need to call Bonita?
After tucking Rex into bed, I decided to call Bonita. Bonita standing by his side would be much better.
I was about to turn around when he grabbed my sleeve.
âWhere are you going?â
âHuh? Iâll be back to get a Bonita. Itâs better if Bonita is next to Rex.â
âNoâ¦â
âNo..?â
Iâm pretty sure Iâve never heard Rex whine before.
In response to my question, Rex looked at me with his wet eyes and nodded his head. Feeling weak, I sat down with a chair next to Rexâs bed.
When Rex falls asleep later, Iâll go get Bonita.
âItâs good to have my sister hereâ¦â¦.â
âTherefore, you must behave well while I am still hereâ¦â
Even though it wasnât a kind thing to say to a sick child, the words didnât flow naturally.
âWhy did I act like that towards my older sister who always thinks of me?â
Despite his frustration, Rex smiled. It was a weak smile, but he still had his characteristic warmth. How wonderful it would have been if he had smiled like this sooner.
I remembered how I would only call Grand Duke Estin dad when I felt weak.
Maybe he felt like thisâ¦â¦. Iâm going to be nice to my dad tooâ¦â¦.
âI need to be good to you while youâre still hereâ¦.â
ââ¦â¦.â
âI almost thought of you as my mom because I was sick.â
My head sank blank listening to Rex.
âI canât call my momâ¦â¦.â
âSorry, I reminded you of her.â
ââ¦â¦.â
âI should have been by your side to prevent you from feeling guilty like this.â
If only you hadnât avoided me, I could have stayed by your side. I swallowed the words that followed. But I sincerely meant the apology. Rex smiled with a troubled face.
âI can be Rexâs mother, sister, and brother. Iâll be whatever you want me to be. Justâ¦be my little brother, Rex.â
âI also wanted to be someone who could protect you, sisterâ¦.â
âIâll become stronger. So strong that I wonât need your protection anymore.â
ââ¦â¦.â
âOf course, you should become stronger as well; you need to become stronger to protect the stronger me; let us become those kinds of beings for each other; I want to become stronger for you, and you for me.â
Rex remained silent. He gently stroked my hair.
Rexâs hand that was gently stroking my hair stopped, and his breathing became calm.
Thankfully, the painkiller seemed to have taken effect, allowing him to nod off. It would have been better if he cried instead. He typically sobs a lot when he is in pain but not when he really needs to.
I knew I needed to call Bonita, but my body felt sluggish. I kept staring at Rex as he slept for a while.
âOh, Miss Mary! Why are you sleeping here?â
ââ¦â¦Bonita?â
âOh, the smell of Dracena is overwhelming. You asked me to give it to you yesterday. So you gave it to Master Rex.â
I must have fallen asleep in Rexâs room.
Bonita patted me on the back with a soft touch. I jumped up when she said that Carol was probably surprised by my absence.
âCome out slowly. Iâll tell Carol.â
Bonita, who knew a little about me and Rexâs cold war, went outside with a wink. When I peeked at Rex, he turned his head to the opposite side of me.
âAre you awake?â
Thereâs no way heâs not awake.
He had a flush in his ear. It was obvious that he felt embarrassed. Rex flinched when I sighed.
I buried my face in my hands and let out a deep sigh.
âSister?â
âUghâ¦â
âAre you crying?â
Rex scrambled to his feet and grabbed my wrist. His voice was filled with confusion.
Despite my attempt to pretend to cry in front of Gilbert to avoid a crisis, Rex didnât seem completely convinced that I was in real distress. He had seen through my act before.
So, I removed my hand covering my face and looked at Rex. His pale face became even more distressed when he saw my tear-stained face.
âIâm sorry, Rex. Iâm⦠just so upset⦠that you keep ignoring me and keep urging to join the knights.â
âIâm the one whoâs sorry!â
I sucked in a breath and covered my mouth with my hand again.
âSorry, I wonât do that again. I didnât know you would be so upset that you would cry like this. I wonât protest from now on.â
âAnd youâre not going to overdo your trainingâ¦â¦?â
âYes!â
âAnd apologize to Demimore properlyâ¦â¦?â
âI will!â
The herb I brought yesterday is very spicy. I placed a small amount of the herbal water in my palm and gently rubbed it over my eyes. I canât cry without it. The room was full of the scent anyway, so he wouldnât have noticed.
While Rex wasnât looking, I wiped away my tears with frustration. Oh, itâs really hot. Seriously.
âI didnât know you were going to cryâ¦â¦.â
On the way to breakfast with Rex, he spoke in a voice filled with concern.
âYou always said that crying doesnât change anything, and you donât cry much unless you cry as a joke..â¦.â
He was probably upset that I actually started crying because of him.
I went to Rex, who was following me a step away, took his hand and pulled him to my side.
âYeah, crying doesnât change anything.â
ââ¦â¦.â
âNothing will change by crying, but if I can make up with Rex by crying, I can turn Gieffroy into a sea of tears.â
ââ¦â¦but you didnât pretend to cry, did you?â
At Rexâs sharp point, I hurriedly left my seat under the excuse that Bonita told me to come down quickly. I could feel Rexâs persistent gaze from behind.
Anyway, I was able to end Rexâs first adolescent rebellion with Gieffroy as collateral.
At that time⦠I didnât know that this was just the beginning. Rex was not an easy opponent as I had thought.