Chapter 113.1

Since she greeted me last time, I thought that she would definitely accept my greeting this time.

Even if it’s not necessarily like that, I’ll pretend I know. I simply thought so, but contrary to expectations, my sister passed by.

She must have heard my voice and even turned her head and looked at me, but she didn’t wave her hand, let alone smile.

Maybe it’s because we’re not close, but my older sister’s expression was too cold for me to simply think so.

‘Am I… being sensitive?’

But she didn’t look as good the first time we saw each other.

I already knew that kind of expression and behavior.

‘When you’re hated… that’s the kind of expression you see.’

Utter hatred… My sister’s expression showed that.

Waving awkwardly in the air, I turned to Cecilia, who was following me.

“Cecilia.”

“Yes?”

“…Hehe, nothing.”

Come to think of it, it wasn’t just my sister who was weird. Some servants and maids looked at me differently. It’s because it doesn’t feel good, not because they hate me. I just came to that conclusion.

After looking at Aster’s face, I understood it.

I hated… what I was getting.

It would have hurt less if I was hated from the beginning, but when I felt that people hate me later, it felt like someone sprinkled salt on my wound.

‘It’s fine. I’m… I’m used to being hated.’

All I need is my mom.

“What’s the matter?”

“No! Nothing. Let’s go. I’m going to my brother.”

Cecilia, who grabbed my wrist as I was about to leave, leaned over and looked at me quietly. I tried to avoid looking at her in case she noticed my expression, but Cecilia followed my gaze. Eventually, I made eye contact with her.

“Why are you making such a sad face?”

That wasn’t enough, so she leaned over me and hugged me immediately.

At first, I was afraid to come close and hug her, but now, I’m used to it.

It was like getting used to being loved. Although I learned it later, love became natural, and hate became extremely terrifying.

“Huh…?”

It was not easy to come up with an answer to Cecilia’s question.

“You look different today. No, I’d be right to say you look different just now.”

“No, it’s just… Aster…”

She seemed to hate me a lot. It seemed more like it than before. I couldn’t bear such a childlike fuss.

I quickly swallowed what I was going to say about Aster and shook my head from side to side.

“No, nothing.”

“It’s not nothing. Is it because of Lady Aster?”

“No, it’s just… really nothing. Let’s go. I want to see him!”

I spoke more brightly on purpose like a normal child, but Cecilia did not listen to me. Instead, I looked at my sister, who was getting further away.

“Speaking of Lady Aster, you’ve been acting weird lately.”

“Huh? Am I acting weirdly?”

Cecilia nodded with a hum. Just now, I was trying to pass by and pretend to be nothing about my sister, but I couldn’t resist my curiosity.

“You weren’t that talkative in the past, but you’ve become more talkative lately. What’s wrong? You’ve lost a lot of weight…”

Come to think of it, my wrists looked thinner than the last time I saw her. I was a little surprised since my cheeks were thin, but I thought it was because I passed by so quickly.

“Really?”

“Yes, you tend to be a little sensitive… I don’t know the details, but don’t be offended by Lady Aster.”

“Yes…”

“It could be that you’re upset in many ways, so don’t worry too much. There are so many strange things these days.”

Only my lips pouted as I watched Cecilia say those words, as if she was worried.

“Strange things…? Are these things I don’t know?’

“It’s something I can’t really tell you. They’re just saying that Lady Aster, Master Lexit and some of the servants are strange.”

“Ah…”

“And I’m guessing it’s because of one person… but I’m not going to say anything more.”

Although she didn’t say, I expected it to be Harris to some extent. I don’t know if it’s because I thought the name itself would hurt me, but Cecilia just smiled.

“Yes…”

“I don’t think we can find Master Allen today. Shall we go back?”

“Mom and Dad should spend more time together. Let’s go for a walk. There are places I haven’t been to yet.”

“There’s nothing I can do.”

“Actually, I saw him a few days ago.”

It’s not like I haven’t seen my brother at all. He didn’t come, of course, and he ran away when he ran into me, but he did see me.

As if I had seen a monster, I remembered my brother running away when he faced me. Sometimes he acted like he couldn’t be without me.

‘I’ll have to hold onto him and ask why.’

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