Chapter 11 (1/2)

Episode 11. Chapter 2. The Little Kid and The Little Kid. (9)

“Give it back if you don’t like it.”

Adrienne reached for the bouquet as if offended by his direct attitude. Cyril took a step back just as she was about to touch the green stem.

“Who else would you give this to if it weren’t me. I’ll just take it.”

Adrienne raised her brow as if it were ridiculous. Cyril swallowed a smile, anticipating the nagging that was about to come. He didn’t realize it when he was younger, but it was so much fun when Adrienne got annoyed. He felt he had accomplished his goal when her blue eyes blazed with rage.

That was why he had to bother Adrienne now and then, even though he knew he should just say thank you. Perhaps it is now through the use of a few words. It used to feel like a loss to deal with their lack of communication, but Adrienne is easily annoyed these days, so it was a reasonable guess. He wants to make fun of her at times like this, so Adrienne’s remark about him, ‘You’re a little mean,’ might be correct.

But no matter how bad Cyril was, he couldn’t be worse than Adrienne, who was in the same situation. Cyril took a step back, hiding the bouquet behind him.

“You just have a pretty face, and your personality is—”

“Young Master, it’s time for the check-up. Oh, the Lady was with you. Shall we postpone the time a little?”

Just when Adrienne was just starting to get angry in a roaring voice, Jerome appeared.

“No, Jerome. I’m going to go now.”

Cyril whistled at the perfect moment, and Adrienne muttered. She groaned and walked out.

“You look happy.”

“I’m not.”

“Of course not.”

Cyril immediately denied it, but a yellow petal fell in front of him just in time. Only then did Cyril look at the floor with the presence of a bouquet hidden behind him.

“You may not be happy, but shall I prepare a vase for you?”

“Are you making fun of me, don’t laugh.”

“How dare I do such a thing.”

The string was pulled by Jerome, who opened his hand. Surprisingly, the maid who arrived while Cyril was settling in for a checkup was already holding a vase. The maid, who had made eye contact with Jerome, smiled slightly and accepted a bouquet from Cyril, which she placed in a vase.

Cyrill remained silent, looking at the two with a disapproving expression on his face. Eventually, an armful of Coreopsis flowers and a transparent vase were placed by a window. It was a position that Cyril could see as soon as he lay down on the bed.

“You don’t hear your heart beating so loud these days, do you?”

“Yes.”

“You don’t wake up at dawn.

“Not very much.”

Jerome, who was carefully observing the symptoms, put down his pen. Jerome removed his glasses for a few moments, rubbed his eyes, and said, “You’ve improved a lot. I’m telling you the truth.”

He smiled, but couldn’t stop his voice from shaking as he put on his glasses again. Jerome is the father of a 5-year-old daughter who died. It was a story he had told during his time in Thesar. Cyril would not have been able to give up after losing his young daughter. When every doctor in Thesar declared surrender, Jerome was the only one left.

“Thanks to you.”

“You can’t make fun of adults.”

Cyril didn’t say much. Even if he didn’t say it, they knew each other.

“Oh, there’s good news from Duke.”

“Good news?”

Jerome, who had just stood up and picked up his leather bag, added that he seemed to remember it only now.

“Yes, I’ll bring you a letter as soon as possible. I believe you’re waiting because we’re in the process of checking you in—”

“What’s the good news?”

“Can I tell you right now?”

“Say it.”

Cyril lifted his chin. It meant that I should stop wasting time and speak quickly. In any case, Cyril thought it was a minor issue. As is usual in a letter of regards.

“Then, Young Master, congratulations. A second hope is said to have bloomed in Thesar.”

“What?”

“I’m confident Young Master will be a good brother.”

But this time was different. The news was neither expected nor surprising. It was the birth of his younger brother. A younger brother who could be the heir.

Unconsciously, Cyril held his breath.

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Cyril hasn’t been like this in a long time. He didn’t have a seizure like before, but he did get chills during the summer.

It was the birth of his younger brother.

Despite the obvious good news, Cyril was dissatisfied. His heart felt like it was pounding and dropping. A sense of crisis and anxiety. For a brief moment, Cyril felt the anxiety that had been suppressed for so long.

Didn’t they send him to Cassinel to get rid of Cyril?

Leave no trace of his presence in Thesar—so that the new heir can proudly ascend to the post. Cyril’s spirit was consumed by the negative delusion. Anxiety about getting sick again sparked the delusion.

“Cyril! I heard you have a brother!”

The door swung open, and Adrienne walked in. The news appeared to have already spread. He had to have sent a letter to the Count as well, so it’s no surprise that his daughter Adrienne knew.