89 Retrospective of the Viscount daughter.

Bianca von Deebolt viewpoint.

In the mansion, the hustle and bustle had just calmed down like a lie.

Most of the injured and nursing people who have finished treatment are asleep as if fainted. Some of the sailors and the aristocrat seem to be talking to the city people.

I was tired but couldn't sleep.

Wash your face after washing your face. Unexpectedly, I stood in front of a room.

“…………”

I was silently looking at the door, but hesitated several times before knocking.

Immediately, a modest voice came back from inside.

I put my hand on the knob, but I couldn't turn it. It's not my physical reason, like rusting, but my weakness. Take a deep breath and then put in power. The door opened with a squeaking noise.

A man who had been wandering around the border of life and death just a few hours ago was sleeping on the bed. And next to it is the youth of the companion. A thick book rested on his knees, sitting on a simple chair. Perhaps someone gave it to kill time.

The young man raised her face and called me without any surprises.

"Bianca unnie"

"Can I talk a little?"

Ask hesitantly. Then my brother-Mikhail von Diebold nodded with a modest smile.

Close the door behind and enter inside. Sitting in a vacant space at the foot of Klaus' sleeping bed, Mikhail lowered his eyebrows uncomfortable.

"Sister"

This time, I was called out with a voice that made me laugh. Control it by hand.

"It's okay. It won't happen a little softly."

Because you have exhausted your physical strength and energy just before depletion, it will not happen a whole day. On the contrary, it is surprising to wake up.

Did Mikhail agree? Nothing more.

The mature face makes you feel complicated. It feels lonely, happy, and indescribable.

In the past, the impression changed considerably just by flowing the bangs behind, which covered half of the face. The scared gaze of a small animal disappeared along with the eyes. The bluish black eyes are just gentle colors.

"I've become quite a man."

Mikhail smiled bitterly when he muttered.

"That's not the case. I haven't changed much."

I was almost bitterly laughing at those words.

It's changed. It's really strange.

I can say my opinion without stuttering. And are you talking to your eyes or not realizing?

Mikhail has made amazing changes not only in appearance, but also in the inside.

But stop pointing it out. 50% do not want to bother. The rest was a childish dissatisfaction, not wanting to admit change without knowing it.

"Again. Mikhail, it's been a long time."

"Yeah. It's been a long time, Unnie. I'm sorry I couldn't go to see me."

"I have a sad brother and my sister is sad."

Mikhail smiled on purpose.

Mikhail has never returned after leaving his parents' house. It's been an apprenticeship of the Great Temple.

After going to the castle as a mage, you can see that there are various restrictions. However, at the time of apprenticeship, it would have been possible to return home once a year with only an application. What he didn't do was simply that Mikhail didn't want to go home.

I understand that it is inevitable.

The parents' home is a place without good memories for Mikhail.

Children with magic skills are often sparsely sparse by their parents.

Our parents are no exception, but it was not that simple.

My father has a mistress.

It is not a play with fire, but a lover from childhood. If she was high, she would have been in her place instead of her mother.

A mistress living on the same premises is like a pure girl, not only loved by his father, but also adored by servants.

Mother's place was not in the Diebold family.

My mother was weakening day by day. Perhaps because he was jealous of his mistress, his original timid personality was evil and he could only store it inside.

Only a few maids brought from the parents' home. Living half-bedless and locked in your room. Her turning point was pregnancy.

Your mistress has one son. My mother, my wife, couldn't have a middle child, so she was accepted as an adopted child, but she was still a child. Many relatives and acquaintances frowned upon their son's son being accepted as the eldest son.

Some are overtly distant, and their lonely father may have been impatient.

The mother's pregnancy in such an occasion.

My father began to care for my mother.

I was born, a woman, but my father came to my mother. No, this is strange. He has returned to his mother, his wife.

The next year, Mikhail was born. Both the father and the servants were pleased with the birth of the long-awaited eldest son.

Probably the time when my mother was happiest.

However, happiness did not last long.

A mistress whose father has been deprived of his sorrow has beset his heart. He couldn't abandon the woman he originally loved, and his father became a lover.

She couldn't leave her alone because she was warm. His father's appearance seemed to be dirty for his childhood. My hatred may be due to this area.

I decided to protect my mother and my brother on behalf of my father.

Especially my brother was so cute that it didn't hurt to put it in my eyes.

My mother often fell asleep, so I was closest to Mikhail.

So I was the first to notice his ability.

Sure, the spring of the year I turned six.

I was playing in the garden and was injured by the spines of a rose. It was Mikhail, not me, who started crying when she saw the blood flowing from her finger.

Mikhail wrapped my hands in both hands. With a short voice, he repeats, "I'll hurt you!" I was so happy that I was so desperate.

I was going to laugh, he was cured. But I couldn't.

There is no wound.

While a trace of blood remained, the wound beneath it had disappeared without a trace.

I didn't understand the meaning. I thought it was another finger.

However, there is no injury even if you look at all your fingers.

The wound that dripping blood disappears in an instant. I knew it was abnormal, even at a young age.

I asked if Mikhail did it.

Prick another finger with a spine again to try. He asked Mikhail to heal and he erased the wound. I wasn't mistaken or misunderstood.

I hugged Mikhail, who looked uneasy, and thanked him with a smile. He then promised not to use force in public.

In the years since then, Mikhail's abilities have not been discovered.

He was desperately trying to hold between his father and his mother who occasionally appeared. Perhaps you knew that only you could keep a broken couple together.

Intensely awkward conversations and smile with a smile. It would have been tough for the timid and quiet Mikhail.

Meanwhile, my mother was injured. Like me, I stabbed my finger with rose thorns.

I can't blame Mikhail's subsequent actions.

He probably wanted to laugh.

Just like I laughed thank you, my mother thought my father would laugh.

But what was directed at Mikhail, who cured his finger, was fear, disgust, and condemnation.

My father cursed Mikhail as a monster and said he was not his own child.

He degraded and accused his mother of being a child who was able to interact with the creature.

My mother was frightened by Mikhail and stopped coming out of the room.

Crying and crazy, my mother died shortly.

Mikhail was blamed for himself.

A young child rubbed his head on the floor and apologized to me. To take my mother away, to keep my father away.

Not because of Mikhail. Where is his sin, where is his sin?

Mikhail just wanted everyone to laugh. I just wanted to say thank you.

But even though I said it wasn't the fault of Mikhail, it didn't affect his heart.

Mikhail began to walk with her bangs extended and her back curled, so that she could hide from her surrounding gaze. He hardly gets out of the house and talks with his servants. Only me is talking.

My father didn't care about Mikhail and me from the mansion, minding the world.

However, he did not try to approach at all and did not attach a tutor. Thanks to this, she has grown up eccentrically as a noble, but I don't care about that.

Anyway, I'm going to leave the house soon.

I don't have a marriage partner and I'm going to be a nun.

I was shocked when Mikhail left the house without even talking to me, but it would have been good in the end.

Now, looking at Mikhail in front of you, I am convinced.

"Hey, Mikhail"

"Huh? What happened?"

"I do not regret it?"

I didn't say anything.

But surely, the meaning of the question is transmitted to Chitin.

Mikhail used his strength to help Claus.

Power that has been kept secret. A traumatic ability that broke the relationship between parents trying to keep them.

Using the sole would have been tremendously painful.

The wound called the monster by the real parent probably has not healed.

Although it is.

Mikhail laughed out of nowhere. He smiled with gentle eyes and no hesitation.

"Did your sister talk to the princess?"

Hey Mikhail.

When did you start to laugh like this?

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