Damian, who was pouting his lips, mumbled after a while.
ââ¦â¦.Iâm not Ellieâs younger brother.â
âWell, but Damian. Iâm older than you.â
ââ¦â¦.. .â
âYouâre 11 years old. Iâm 13 years old.â
ââ¦â¦â¦. .â
Damian bite all over his mouth to see if he had anything to say.
Damian didnât seem to like the word that he was a younger brother.
Pouting lips seemed to say,âIâm angry,â so I quickly turned the topic.
âItâs kidding. Actually, I thought about something else.â
ââ¦â¦..What?â
âI thought it was warm to sleep with Damian like this. â
âAhâ¦â¦ .â
It was a word that was rounded around to pass over like a punk, but Damianâs cheeks turned red.
âI, I tooâ¦â¦.â
Then, while muttering, he struck a face-to-face. Cute.
I opened the blanket with a peek smile. Outside the window I saw at first glance, snow was still flying.
âLetâs go to bed too. Itâs late at night.â
âHuh.â
âYou have a good dream, Damian.â
ââ¦â¦.You too.â
Damian whispered with a pleasing voice.
I closed my eyes. Occasionally, the rattles of the windows, the childrenâs colorful breathing, and Demianâs body temperature.
Thanks to that, I had a pleasant dream after a long time.
It was a dream to meet a cool breeze standing on a sunny green meadow.
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There was a pungent smell of medicine.
It was the smell of artificially grown herbs.
âItâs terrible.â
But it didnât work for the man in front of him.
âDid you think you could break me down with this incense?â
The reddish black hair looked bloody by the light of the lamp.
A man with his half-barked head rattled with his knees boiled in front of the man.
âSorry, Iâm guilty of dying!â
âIâve committed a crime to die, so Iâll pay it back.â
Blood was dripping from the sword that had already been cut several times.
It was the Duke of Erhard Schuetz, the ear of the battlefield that anyone would cut it off regardless of the annoyance.
The man trembling with his body fell flat to the floor.
âPlease save me once, only once! I really didnât know you were Duke Shuetsu! Please forgive me!â
The man pushed his forehead to the ground to make a thump and sound.
âDuke, first listen to the story. Didnât you come to kill everyone?â
The knight standing behind the peacock, Ante, said calmly.
âYouâre asking me to kill it.â
But there was no mercy on Erhardâs face, with bloody words in his mouth.
âI mean, because of my personality, I couldnât just go over after hearing a request like this,â
Erhard approached his man lying down. The closer he got, the thicker bloody he was.
âI just ask one before that.â
âWhat is it?â
âWhere is the child?â
At Erhardâs question, the man closed her eyes again.
âYou have to come.â
I knew the Duke of Shuets was looking for a child.
He said he would check any child with black hair and a wall.
And even saying that he is coming to his territory to find the child.
At the same time, the manâs slave was in the wall with black hair.
I bought it because I was going to sell it at a cheap priceâ¦.. .
âI think he was the son of the Duke of Kleider!â
His man took off his lips, thanking his for his own choice. he said,
âOh, the child⦠is in an orphanage.â
âorphanage?â
âYes. someone I know runs an orphanage. Oh, I sent it there because it would be better for a child to stay in an orphanage than to be in a rough place.â
Then Erhard nodded as if convinced.
âYeah. If you ask me to kill him like that,â
he raised his sword high.
âDuke, really! Itâs really true! â
The man screamed and eventually burst into tears. Erhard distorted his face as if he had seen what he couldnât see.
âLord Duke.â
At Anteâs call, Erhard turned to him with a fizzy face.
âWhy.â
âThis manâs words are not completely false,â
he frowned.
âWhat do you mean? I searched all the orphanages that exist in the Empire, or orphanages. If they had children, I would have found him.â
âI received a message a few days ago. It was said that there was a child with black hair and a wall in the nearby St. Orphanage.â
Erhardâs eyes turned cold.
âWhy are you telling that story now?â
âItâs just a horse orphanage, and itâs a place to take orphan children and do all sorts of dirty things. There are so many children who adopt it as if itâs sold out. I tried to tell you after checking the facts -â
Anteâs words couldnât be continued anymore. Erhardâs sword touched Anteâs eyes.
If he gave it a little more strength, his neck would have been cut off.
But Ante didnât blink his eye. The same was true of Erhard.
âI want to kill you. Right now.â
ââ¦â¦Iâm sorry, Duke.â
Erhard, staring at Ante, lowered his sword. He did this so he had no time to waste.
âIs the name of the orphanage where he sent the child to be Saint?â
â Yes, thatâs right. Three, this is St. Orphanage!â
The man who was lying on his face shouted like a person who caught the rope.
âSend a scorpion. Iâll visit him right now.â
âYes,â
Ante followed Erhard. I lived. It was when his man exhaled a sigh of relief.
âOh,â
he suddenly stopped.
âBefore that, start with that child.â
âYes, yeah?!â
âOkay.â
âStop, wait a minute, Duke! Duke! Duke!â
A desperate call was heard, but he did not look back.
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âI wondered if I had a good dream for some reason.â
I sighed as I watched Damian coughing.
âDamian, does it hurt a lot?â
âNo, it doesnât hurtâ¦â¦..â
But the voice was sluggish.
It was because of the cold wind and even crying. Damian suffered from a fever.
âIt doesnât hurt. The voice looks like that.â
I narrowed my eyes.
âTo be honest. When did you get sick?â
ââ¦â¦..From last night.â
âWhat? But you didnât even say a word to me?â
Damian dropped his eyebrows with a sulky face in my pinzan.
âI didnât know that, and I liked it because it was warm.â
I sighed and asked Tommy with the thermometer.
âHowâs the heat?â
âItâs on the high side. He have to lie down today.â
Even though Tommy said so, âIt seems like itâs healthy when I see that the heat is boiling like thisâ¦..â He muttered.
I put my hands on my waist pretending to hear nothing.
âLook. Damian. Did you hear it? you have to lie quietly in the health room today.â
ââ¦â¦Then what about Ellie?â
âI have to work. If I donât, Iâm scolded by the director.â
Deliberately pretending to be okay, Damian cried out like my job.
âDamian, Iâll be here soon. You know Iâm good at work?â
âI know.â
âIâll come very soon. Iâll boil the soup, so close your eyes and count only a hundred times.â
ââ¦â¦..Yes.â
Damian nodded quietly while giving off a dislike.
âShould I come quickly insteadâ¦.?â
âOf course.â
The child is good. I stood up while gently sweeping Damianâs hot cheeks.
Then, I could hear Tommy, who was behind him, sticking his tongue out and muttering, saying he was tired.
âHeâs a complete fox.â
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âWhat? What are you talking about?â
âHuh? Iâm just talking to myself,â
Tommy laughed awkwardly and quickly exited the room.
Where is he sick? I followed him, looking at Tommyâs back with suspicious eyes.