Saved by Crazy Stepfather! - Chapter 84-2

I opened my mouth because I felt like I was the only one who felt strange. Anyway, it’s important that she’s okay now. However, I couldn’t help but look at the two.

‘What’s this strange feeling?’

Did anything happen between you two while I was away?

“A-Anyway…”

My father cleared his throat, perhaps because my gaze was burdensome or if another thought came to mind.

“Let’s investigate the missing item in detail. If you say it’s gone as it is now, or that it’s gone as it is…”

The end of the sentence was slightly unclear, but his voice was firmer than ever. It was as if there was no more forgiveness, just determination.

“Y-Yes, I see, Your Highness.”

“Then… get out.”

Only after hearing that did the servant go outside, and then there was silence in the room again.

Everyone looked at one person as if they had planned it. Still couldn’t think about my past memories, I looked at my twin brother.

Among them, my father was the first to open his mouth.

“Then I have to hear it for myself. Do you remember the last time you saw Ellinson?”

My brother rolled his eyes for a long time.

“If you don’t want to say it, you don’t have to. But that’s not the only thing I’m going to ask.”

Then, my brother slowly raised his gaze. Was it because he didn’t believe this situation like me, or was it something else?
I was worried about that, but my brother bit his lip like an angry person.

“…Now don’t come here and act like nothing happened.”

We were all surprised by the unexpected words. It was the same for me.
“What’s wrong?”

“How can I… You don’t even know how I’ve been living! And… if you want to say it, you don’t have to! Don’t pretend to be kind!”

In my brother’s eyes, I could see myself from the past.

The person from the past hand to protect myself.

Because of that, I approached my brother, who didn’t shed a tear. My brother, who thought someone else was coming, rushed back and noticed my presence. He bit his lip.

“Brother.”

“…Well, I have nothing to say to you either. You bought it comfortably.”

Something almost popped out of my chest when I saw my brother, who didn’t know much, say something to me, but I tried to hold it in.

I knew what it felt like.
“…Talk to me for a second.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m going to talk to my brother. Don’t follow me.”

Then I took my brother’s hand and walked to the room in front of my room. There were still many presents from my birthday.

“What are you doing?”

Unexpectedly, my brother screamed and yellowed, and my father and rascal brother tried to follow, but my mother stopped them.

Thanks to her, I was able to get to the room without any difficulty.

“Let go of me! Let go of me! Who are you? That’s what I do!”

“What are you doing? Come talk to me for a while.”

Fortunately, no one was in the room. After arriving there, I put down my brother’s hand. Maybe it’s because I haven’t eaten yet, but my arm was as weak as a branch.

“Why? Why do I have to talk to you!”

We looked at each other.

He looked just like me, who had died so many times.

“Brother.”
“Why am I your brother?”

“Of course.”

“…To you? Did you say that?”

“If you don’t like it, what should I call you? You don’t like ‘Brother’ and you don’t like ‘Oi’… so Brother is better.”

My brother, who had less sharp energy than before, looked at me uncomfortably.
“Okay, then ‘Brother’.”

“… Why?”

“…It must be very hard.”

I held my brother’s hand tightly to try and comfort him, something I couldn’t do myself.
“What?”

“You must have had a hard time. I don’t know how my brother lived. I wanted to tell you though… It must have been tough, right?”

His eyes shook at those words.
“Are you going to pretend?”

“No. I’m just saying. You must have had a hard time without a place to lean on.”

I was like that too. It was a series of days where I didn’t know how to love or what to do.
“It must have been so hard that you didn’t want to live.”

I was like that.
What should I live for? In a world where I had no mother, I couldn’t live without her. There was no one in the world to trust, so I wondered why I should try so hard…
“Hey… what do you know?”

“Yes, I don’t know. But I wanted to tell you.”
“What?”

“Thank you for living.”

That’s what I wanted to say to my past self.