I’m Worried that My Brother is Too Gentle - Chapter 13
Did he use the authority of the duke to block Irene from entering?
Well, maybe so. Seven the librarian added she had silver hair.
With such great power backing him, the librarian could only act with such confidence.
Even if it becomes a problem, there was someone who would protect him.
What do we do? While Irene was pondering for a moment, the librarian grabbed her wrist at will.
“Come, I’ll show you around.”
Her light body staggered.
“Let me go!”
Irene struggled to remove her arm, but the grip was too strong.
“Irene.”
Then, a familiar voice could be heard behind her.
When I turned my head, there was the modestly dressed ‘benefactor’ standing.
“When did you come? I’ve been waiting with the professor for a while.”
He spoke naturally. As if he had made an appointment to meet her here.
It was before the scuffle with the librarian that Elvin spotted Irene.
It was cute for her to walk in a baby bear-like position, causing him to laugh.
‘But it’s still difficult to run into her now, so let’s head back.’
Introducing Irene to him was somehow vague, and there was nothing good about it as he was dark.
Getting close to Elvin meant she’ll also be on the watch list for the imperial family.
Benjamin Webber alone was enough to cause such a nuisance.
He quietly cleared up.
But soon, Irene was caught by a librarian.
Upon hearing the story of the damage that has occurred in the library several times, it seemed that she was forbidden to enter as of that.
There was no proof that the culprit was a child.
It was unfair.
Irene’s face, which had been forced out, was filled with darkness.
Several people glanced at the scene, yet no one stepped up to help.
‘I see.’
Elvin, with a troubled face, thrust his forehead on the table.
I was afraid that trying to help her would lead to even more trouble.
I looked up, unable to make up my mind, and I could see the librarian grabbing the little child by the wrist. To the point of disrespect.
Elvin jumped up from his seat.
I don’t know what the hell you were thinking about. Even if this angry situation had to kill his breath, Elvin Manuel was no more than a human being.
“Irene.”
When he ran in a hurry and called her name, her silver hair shook in the air, and the little child looked back at him.
Their eyes met.
The child smiled softly today as well. I was glad to see the smile engraved on her face like a habit.
“When did you come? I’ve been waiting with the professor for a while.”
The remark was a suggestion of falsehood.
“Sorry, I’m late.”
Of course, Irene was willing to accept the lie he suggested.
“No, I’m fine, but you’d better hurry as he seems to have a limit.”
Elvin, dressed in a plain suit, pointed his palm at his escort.
The witty escort waved at the two.
At that point, the librarian had no choice but to let go of Irene.
“Uh….. well, this must have been a misunderstanding. These days, of course, children are always scribbling and ripping books…”
He added several excuses, but Irene asked, cutting off his words.
“Can I go now?”
Just as he didn’t listen to Irene and Beth properly. She also had no reason to listen to his excuses.
“…Yes.”
“Good.”
Irene turned and began to walk.
I wanted to walk as chic and cool as possible in this situation, but my clothes were so thick that I ended up hobbling back and forth once again.
Tak.
Elvin and Irene moved to the corner near the warehouse. There were several reasons why I chose the place with an easy center.
First, It’s relatively warm as it’s sunny.
Also, there was a precious sofa seat that would make my hips comfortable.
Finally, people don’t come here often.
The latest the information is, the closer it was to the center, so most of the old books that have been worn in yellow were here.
“This is unfair. Isn’t it so?”
Irene pulled down her hat and wept.
Her fine silvery hair was tangled up with a mess, yet she didn’t care much.
“Well, of course, it’s unfair.”
Elvin quickly agreed to Irene’s story.
“To get revenge in this way.”
“But it looks like it has been effective.”
When you see Irene’s cute face filled with anger.
“If they were aiming to upset me, it was very effective.”
“Oh, are you angry?”
“Very, very much!”
As much as she’d like to punch her steel fist into Roger Blake’s naughty head.
“That’s not good.”
Elvin began to rummage through the bag he had brought.
The leather bag he used had been in human contact for a long time, thus having a smooth surface. He couldn’t say it was used affectionately.
“I’m sure there will be something to use when you’re angry.”
With that said, what he pulled out of his bag was a book. A very thick and old one.
“…It’s a history book.”
“It doesn’t seem like this will subside your anger?”
“I was a little surprised because it was something unexpected.”
“No, I didn’t mean to surprise you.”
Elvin went through his bag again.
This time, a handkerchief appeared. It had been neatly trimmed without any creases, most likely containing a scent.
“This isn’t going to be very effective either.”
“We can use a handkerchief to imagine tying Roger Blake’s legs together.”
“That’s not allowed.”
Elvin answered firmly.
“What? Why?”
“Well, it won’t work anyway. I don’t want to make Roger Blake happy.”
Make him happy?
If we tie both legs, he can’t walk, so he’ll have to struggle in public.
“Okay, then let’s find something else.”
Elvin skipped the details and looked into the bag again.
“Maybe this is okay.”
What he brought out this time was a glass bottle. There was a crackling sound, the juggling of candy inside.
“It’s a little effective… Looking at your expression, I don’t even need to hear the answer.”
He smiled at Irene, who had already put her hands forward.
“I’m glad I have something useful.”
“I thought I wanted something sweet at last.”
Anger boiled her insides, but the sugar must have spilled everything out.
“That’s a relief.”
When Elvin opened the candy bottle, he smiled unconsciously.
It was cute to see her eyes glistening at the candy.
‘No matter how mature you are, you’re a little girl after all.’
Of course, Elvin didn’t expect her to think, ‘Oh, I’m out of sugar. I want to charge fast.’
Tock, tock.
A rose-shaped candy was placed on Irene’s palm.
“Thank you.”
Irene, who thanked him, quickly threw the candy in her mouth.
Pure sweetness filled her mouth. There was no time left until the sweetness would fill her breath.
‘It must be delicious.’
It seemed like I was watching a rabbit because of how concentrated she was while eating.
‘Is this why Benjamin says he feels better just by looking at Irene?’
I can’t believe he can see this every day.
‘I’m a little jealous.’
His residence was very large and vast. Because it was a palace.
There were many people in and out of it every day, and there were many residents.
However, none of them had such a good time sharing candy.
“Maybe it’s better to have siblings.’
If I had siblings like Irene, we would have a good time.
No matter what the history book says, they would be able to eat candy together and laugh.
“It was delicious.”
Irene answered with a satisfied smile.
“I’m glad to hear that. I would’ve been in trouble if I had just brought the history book and handkerchief.”
“But I like history books, too. Do you mind if I take a look?”
Elvin handed over the book. The book was pretty thick, and Irene could barely turn over the page only after she placed the book on her lap.
“It’s an old book.”
The same was written in the information left in the book, as it was always the case with old books.
“Is it a library book? You’re reading a book like this…”
“This book is borrowed for an excuse. Although I read it all by accident.”
“Excuse me?”
When Irene asked, he answered kindly.
“There are days when you can’t find the book you want to borrow from the library, right?”
Irene nodded.
“In that case, you’ll borrow anything you can get your hands on.”
“Do you mean by coincidence?”
“No. I’ll come back to the library to return the book, and then maybe I’ll find the book I like.”
“That’s how you make an excuse to come back to the library.”
“That’s it.”
Irene and Elvin grinned face to face.
“Anyway, Irene Webber.”
“What?”
Elvin turned slightly to face Irene from the front.
“I hope you don’t think of revenge if possible.”
“….Why?”
“Because I’m worried.”
“What?”
When Irene tilted her head and asked, her disheveled hair rolled down her pale cheeks.
