I’m Worried that My Brother is Too Gentle - Chapter 14
Elvin smiled lightly as he gently placed the silver hair covering Irene’s face over her shoulder.
“I’m afraid you’ll be in danger.”
“I’ll be in danger?”
At the prompt of answering the question, Elvin felt a little confused himself.
Come to think of it, he didn’t have the slightest right to worry about Irene.
He was practically unrelated.
“That’s…”
So he thought of a suitable excuse.
“Children have the right to be protected everywhere. It’s stipulated in the law.”
It was quite a plausible excuse. Elvin decided to sincerely thank his predecessors and wise officials for enacting the laws on children.
“Yes, you are still young. I couldn’t help it when you were caught by the librarian.”
“Well….”
Irene fiddled with a corner of the history book, recalling what had just happened.
Elvin was right.
I’m angry, but it was true that I couldn’t overcome the power of an adult.
“And the Duke of Blake can use his powers easily with words. Especially in a nasty way.”
“Like today?”
“Yes, just like today.”
“That’s fatal.”
“That’s the Duke of Blake. So, if possible, it would be better to use your surroundings rather than take revenge yourself.”
“Use your surroundings…”
“Isn’t Benjamin Webber the most reliable? He will never betray you.”
Besides, he’s someone who can get angry about Irene.
“With that brilliant mind, he might be able to destroy the duke’s cheeky son.”
“What?!”
Irene gazed at Elvin with her eyes wide open.
“Why are you so surprised? I’m not the first to hear that your brother is quite brilliant.”
“Of course brother Benjamin is a genius!”
“Yes, so he’ll do a great job bullying the little boy.”
And he won’t reveal his real identity at all.
The fact that he’s a dark guy inside.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
However, Irene still seemed incomprehensible.
“There’s no way he could bully anyone.”
Irene always recalled the face of her sweet, soft brother.
A sweet marshmallow-like person.
To the point where he couldn’t stand in line with dark words such as revenge or harassment.
“My brother is a nice guy, so I have to protect him.”
When Irene gathered her hands together and spoke anxiously, Elvin could not hide his confused expression.
“Is there another brother I don’t know of? Another brother you have to protect since you are stronger.”
“My brother is only Benjamin.”
“You mean the boy with glasses, silver hair that just like yours, and eyes that are horrifying to the point of goosebumps, right?”
“What do you mean? Brother Benjamin has a look that seems to melt one away. Just looking at it makes me happy.”
Moreover, his smile is the treasure of the Webber family, the treasure of this continent.
“A smile that always reminds me of spring.”
“Whatever.”
Elvin thought of his friend’s terrifying smile that reminded him of a snowstorm in winter.
“It seems like we’re talking about someone else.”
“Yes, it seems like it.”
“Anyway, if you don’t make a hasty move, then anything else is fine.”
I feel like I’m listening to a law-abiding spirit.
“I won’t move hastily.”
Elvin looked into Irine’s face and was quite happy about the appearance of the child who had promised him.
‘…I can’t believe the existence of a younger sibling is this good.’
Perhaps because he was a little moved, he unwittingly stroked Irene’s soft hair.
“That’s right.”
The touch on my palm felt so smooth and nice. Maybe I can pet her all day…
“….”
Elvin placed the brakes on the accident. No matter how young she is, Irene is a girl. Besides, a child of the capitalist aristocracy.
No matter how much she feels like his own sister, it was his fault touching her like this.
“I, I’m sorry.”
He hurriedly removed his hand and apologized.
I felt pathetic when I stuttered unconsciously.
“Why?”
Irene gazed at him as if she didn’t know the English language, and Elvin was too embarrassed that she couldn’t read his expression.
“I wanted to pat your hair… that…”
“You stroked me?”
“Yes.”
Elvin replied, covering half his face as if he were holding his chin.
I wanted to apologize a bit more politely, but it didn’t happen.
I panicked. Very much.
Probably because I did something I would never have done.
“It’s all right. Everybody does it.”
Irene shook her head slightly and laughed.
“Ev… Everyone?”
Elvin asked back in a daze.
Everyone did that, so why did I get lost in thought about it for a while after she said it was okay?
“I’m used to it.”
Moreover, she said it was familiar.
“I don’t react to things like this.”
That meant she was not impressed enough to respond.
Elvin clenched his fist. The remnant of the sensationally good texture remained.
“That…”
Searching for something to say, Elvin pondered and soon picked up the candy bottle he had placed nearby.
“This…”
He handed the whole bottle over to Irene.
“You’re giving it to me?”
Elvin nodded.
“All of it?”
It was no wonder Irene asked so. The candy bottle was almost full.
“All of it.”
He spoke again, holding out the bottle.
“I want to give you everything.”
“….uh, I appreciate it.”
Irene leaned over to receive the candy with both hands.
“Thank you.”
“Well, I’ll be going now.”
Elvin stood up from his seat, packing his bag.
“I hope you enjoy reading.”
He nodded lightly and greeted, then turned hurriedly.
“Excuse me.”
Irene called him hurriedly. Elvin, who stopped walking, looked back.
“It’s really alright. You can eat all the candy.”
Then Elvin, about five steps away, glanced back at her again.
Although Irene didn’t call him this time.
“Don’t forget to brush your teeth after eating the candy.”
And, of course, he once again mentioned a rule that everyone forgot easily.
‘You seem to love laws and rules.’
Irene called him quickly as he turned around again.
“Excuse me…”
But this time, she seemed to have failed to reach him. His steps did not halt, and in an instant, he drifted away.
Soon, when he was completely invisible, Irene scratched her head in trouble.
I had something to tell him.
“The history book… You left it behind.”
Of course, it couldn’t reach his ear.
‘On the other hand, is it that good?’
Irene, with candy in her mouth, climbed the steps of the library while embracing the history book.
I owe more debt to my benefactor again today.
So it was good to return the book for him.
And the best thing yet.
‘If I’m lucky, I can see his card.’
Of course, I wasn’t curious about the list of books he borrowed. What Irene wanted to know was his name. The benefactor’s name.
Every time we meet, I earn help from him, but I never really heard his name.
Irene approached the long table where the librarians worked on the second floor.
Each librarian was checking the returned books with a light flashed on.
Fortunately, she didn’t see the librarian with whom she had a conflict a little while ago.
“Sir.”
Irene spoke to the nearest librarian.
The librarian, glancing at Irene, answered with his chin pointing the other way.
“The children’s books are over there.”
“Not that.”
When Irene brought it up again, he placed a sign saying, ‘Please use another window’ with an outspoken look of annoyance on his face.
Inevitably, Irene approached the librarian next to her.
“I’d like to return this.”
This time, I immediately got to the main point and placed out the thick book.
“Children’s books…”
The librarian, who was trying to give the same answer, stopped talking when he noticed the history book Irene had presented.
Because it was right to return it here.
The librarian received the book which Irene pulled out without a word.
After checking the book cover and the inside with sharp features, he nodded.
After that, he checked the unique number in the book and took out the file that kept the cards.
Every time he turned over a file, Irene became nervous for no reason.
Why? It’s not like I’m doing anything bad.
‘…it’s a bad thing.’
Just because the benefactor didn’t give me a name, doesn’t mean I can peek at his documents.
