I’m Worried that My Brother is Too Gentle - Chapter 11
“Because my brother is nice, I’m sure he’ll be nice too.”
“……Well.”
Beth’s face looked a little troubled, but she was unable to refute because my brother was actually kind.
“Anyway, it’s better to be a little careful.”
“Why?”
Irene pressed another duck’s belly. As the duck was vomiting water, it kept making a peuk noise.
“I heard from other people yesterday at the library say, and in fact, he is… he is the son of a local aristocrat. He’s not from a great family.”
“So?”
“What do you mean, ‘so’?”
Beth grabbed Irene’s shoulders with a stunned face.
“The lady is the only treasure of the Count Weber family. It’s one of the best nobles in the capital!”
Puek.
The duck vomited again and answered instead.
“Why do you think he would be friendly to the young lady? Maybe he’s trying to make a connection somehow.”
“Did he want to take good care of me later?”
“Yes! He knew and approached the lady’s cleverness. He calculated that my baby will be a great person later!”
“If he was such a bad person, I don’t think my brother would have been friends with him. Besides, it would be very fun to talk to him.”
He was my first virtuoso friend. A precious friend.
“But be careful to not hurt yourself, miss, and besides, my girl is so pretty, so there will be many men in the future who fall in love with you. This Beth is very, very worried about that.”
So from now on, hit the iron wall, lady. A very big, sturdy iron wall! [T/N: I think this means Beth wants Irene to keep avoiding or reject all the men who’ll go gaga over her]
“Keke.”
Irene laughed at Beth’s loud fuss.
You’re very pretty and you’ll have a man you fall in love with. You shouldn’t worry about something useless like this.
“Why are you laughing?”
“Well, Beth and my family are the only ones who will tell me I’m the prettiest in the world. I wonder why Beth thinks so.”
“My lady is really pretty! That’s my pride. When you turn 15 and debut in the social world, there’ll probably be an uproar.”
I’m sorry, but such a mess won’t happen.
That’s something you can tell by just thinking about the original. There have been several stories of socialites, but Irene’s name hadn’t appeared. Not even an ant’s leg.
“Anyway, don’t be with a man of a doubtful origin. Not even.”
Beth asked again, recalling the boy’s smooth face he had seen at first glance.
It’ll be a really big deal if the angelic Irene falls for that face.
Puek.
Again, the duck replied instead.
* * *
Arriving at the Weber family’s parlor, the designer Camilla was in trouble.
In fact, recently, she was able to pick out customers from a flood of requests from many places.
She usually chooses her guests based on their status, but if there isn’t much of a difference, then the criteria by which she accepts would be:
‘Not a faraway place.’
That was very important. However, she didn’t want to take an order that had requested to make a pair of elegant, beautiful, but bewitching dresses.
In the first place, it was impossible.
Again, she refused the request of the Duchess of Blake on the grounds that she was very and accepted the request of the Weber family instead.
It was a request to make a dress for their little daughter.
Even among merchants, the Weber family was a very polite place.
Not only did they always pay the price on the promised deadline, they never secretly asked for bonuses other than the clothes they had requested.
They had a good reputation among servants and maids.
I’ve been told several times that they are strict about work and holidays.
Of course, such a story led to some sort of urban legend, and some people didn’t believe it.
It means leaving work on time.
Isn’t it a word that comes out of fantasy novels and not realistic?
Anyway, she joined Weber with the expectation that she would be able to work comfortably.
And now, that expectation is completely broken.
Of course, it wasn’t because of the little girl in the Weber family.
The girl was perfect.
In an impeccable manner, she greeted Camilla and knew how to even say cute words, saying goodbye.
Besides, her beauty was how pretty she looked, and it seemed to go well no matter what she wore.
Yes, she will look good no matter what she wears.
The problem is that her family knows that very well.
“A minimum of patterns and decorations will be enough. Like this dress.”
The Countess held up her design and made her argument.
“But look at this cute striped fabric. If you make a dress with this, it will definitely be lovely. If you wear a long hat like this, it’ll definitely…!”
The Countess hugged the sample fabric and made a thrilled expression.
“This too. Look at this again.”
The Count was angry with the design before his wife.
“If you put such a lousy thing on Irene, you will only see stripes.”
“It can’t be true!”
The Countess held the fabric near Irene’s face.
The count, who was staring at Irene, opened his mouth and said,
“…That’s a good match! Even though it’s lousy, my daughter’s beauty outshines it.”
“Don’t you see the money? Look, there’s a streak of intelligence running through it. Of course, it always flows.”
“That’s right. This is a big deal. I can’t choose. I wanted to match her with a dress that could show my daughter’s cuteness and elegance while revealing all her clever aspects……!”
Irene looked at her parents arguing with dizzy eyes.
The only clothes that reveal cuteness, elegance, and cleverness in this world at once will only be a one-sized cotton tee with the three words clearly written on it.
“Plus, this frilled dress looks great.”
“Oh, isn’t that too excessive? What if Irene gets buried in a frill?”
“What are you talking about!”
The Count replied with an angry voice, he rarely gets angry. He was genuinely indignant.
“My daughter, who is bad-mouthing your colors, is going to be buried in the frill?”
I never bad-mouth the patterns or colors, father.
Irene’s face was worried.
She knew that they’d like to pick out her perfect birthday dress, but it’s going to be of no use, all because of her family’s bad relationship.
At that time, Benjamin took Irene’s hand, who was watching the argument quietly.
When she turned her head and looked up, he smiled. As if not to worry, with a warm comfort.
“Father, mother.”
Benjamin calmed the two, who became increasingly fierce.
“I know you wanted to order the perfect birthday dress, but if you do this, Irene will be scared.”
Irene nodded fervently. I’m scared. Fighting is bad.
“Oh, no, we weren’t trying to fight.”
“It’s because I’m not sure which one would suit you…”
“I understand.”
Benjamin spoke with a calm and rational voice, as if he was preparing the results on a paper.
“Irene is pretty and cute no matter what she wears.”
Benjamin, who said that, soon made an ‘Ah’ sound. As if he forgot to say something important.
“I forgot to say it was cool. I’m sorry, Irene. It’s one of the modifiers that represents you.”
“……”
“Anyway, Mother and father. There is only one way to solve this critical situation.”
He turned to Irene. “Irene, which dress do you like the most?”
The method he presented certainly wanted the most important point.
It is to respect Irene’s decisions.
But contrarily, Irene was troubled.
If you take your father’s side, your mother will be sad. If you take your mother’s side, your father will be sad.
That said, if you pick a design that they didn’t mention, they’ll both be sad.
What to do. I don’t want to make my parents sad.
Irene looked back at Benjamin, crying.
“Well, uh… I am. I really like everything so much that I can’t choose-…..”
Irene said,
“So, shouldn’t my brother choose the right choice?’
The two were siblings with good relations, so he must’ve gotten the message with just the look of their eyes.
“Sure. I see, Irene.”
Benjamin nodded as if he fully understood her intention.
Irene briefly sighed of relief, and Benjamin looked back at designer Camilla.
“Iren likes it all, so I’ll order all the dresses I’ve mentioned so far.”
No! No!
Irene looked up in devastation, while her parents were striking at Benjamin with a proud gaze.
* * *
It wasn’t just the family that thought Irene was pretty.
All the servants of the Weber family liked the little girl, who made the mansion pleasant from a very long time until now.
Of course, there was a good reason for this. First, the lady didn’t whine much.
Even if there were beans, eggplants, or cucumbers on the plate, there was no ounce of complaint. In addition, she also had the cuteness of eating neatly.
She also added a greeting, saying, ‘Thank you, it was delicious.’
Of course, it was not just about food that made her look so generous.
Irene laughed and talked fairly to everyone, who cleans, prepares clothes, and grows the garden.
Of course, for Irene, there was only one reason for all this action.
「I’ll be a good employer.」
However, those who did not know her idea were purely happy that an angelic lady was born into the Weber family.
But there were those who were not happy about it, and they were the butchers and maids who led them.
For a long time, the Butler asked the lady, for the Count’s dignity, to not be friendly with the workers.
