I Give Up on the BL Novel's Male Leads - Chapter 163
It seemed odd to Edwin that the only traces in the room were from Illenas, so he asked.
“Recently, Brother Illein has been staying at the Wignum Marquisate.”
“Why?”
“Well, the Wignum Marquisate and our family have become quite close lately. Maybe my brother will receive a scholarship from the foundation established by the Wignum Marquisate.”
Illein gave a reasonable excuse, thinking it would be easier to align with the idea of staying at Melias’s estate. It was also becoming increasingly difficult to explain why he was never at home. There werenât many excuses that worked.
“Has the Wignum Marquisate really become that close?”
“I wouldnât know. But my parents must be quite close.”
Illein didnât want to talk about Melias any further, so she shifted the conversation. She was tired of lying, and it didnât feel right to keep up with the deception.
“It should be safe there.”
“I suppose so.”
A brief silence followed. The first to break it was Edwin.
“Why didnât you go there?”
“Where would I go? You still have control over me.”
“Ah!”
“And even if that werenât the case, I prefer living alone.”
“But itâs dangerous here. Look, I can come and go like this.”
He said this while avoiding her gaze when she looked at him.
“I can use magic too. And in an emergency, thereâs this.”
Illein pointed to a small button on the wall.
“Did the police department give you that?”
“Yes. If I press it, a gate opens in front of me. The knights from the police department will arrive in under a minute, and if I go through the gate, it closes immediately.”
“I see.”
Edwin looked a little relieved after hearing that and glanced at her. Illein then briefly met his gaze before taking his hand.
Edwin flinched slightly at the sudden gesture.Â
But since it wasnât the first time, he allowed her to hold his hand. Still, the action felt awkward and strange to Edwin, as his heart kept racing and he felt embarrassed. No matter how many times it happened, it never seemed to get easier.
“Illenas.”
“Yes?”
“I heard youâre a fraternal twin.”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“Then you must know that being twins born as wizards is never a good omen.”
He said this as he tugged her hand.
Illein found it difficult to understand what Edwin’s intentions were.Â
It was strange that they were having this conversation standing up when there was a perfectly good sofa available, and the sudden mention of twins caught her off guard.Â
She couldnât easily accept any of it. Despite that, Illein didnât push back or try to change the subject.
She decided she should listen to what Edwin had to say first. The atmosphere Edwin was creating seemed to be guiding the conversation in that direction.
She stared at Edwin. However, when Edwin didnât immediately say anything, Illein sighed.
What exactly is he trying to say?
“I understand that itâs an ominous sign.”Â
Illein had heard rumors about twins, but she had never taken them too seriously.
She was currently living as a fraternal twin herself, and because of that, people viewed her simply as having a sibling. She had never really been disadvantaged because of it. In fact, she had never been concerned about the concept of twins being bad luck. She was created for a purpose, and so she didnât pay much attention to it.
“After all, fraternal twins are just siblings.”
Illein said this, trying to understand why Edwin had suddenly brought this up. But Edwin still didnât show any reaction. So she continued to look at his face.
“Do you remember the first Emperor of the Ensest?”
“Of course.”
That was basic knowledge. Learning the history of the Empire was a requirement. In fact, to enter the Bellaine Academy, one had to be thoroughly knowledgeable about the Empireâs history and pass a certification exam to even qualify for the entrance test.
“The first Emperor also had the label of being a twin, right?”
Edwin looked at her with a strange expression when she mentioned that.
“Twins among wizards are an omen of bad luck.”
“…Iâve heard that.”
“Theyâre different from regular people. You know that, donât you?”
“But isnât that just an unfounded theory? I think itâs just a superstition.”
Illein, who was living as a fraternal twin, was defending that stance. In fact, she wasnât even a twin, to begin with.
“Maybe. But twins born with strong magical powers are different.”
“…Edwin.”
“They were meant to be one person, but because they couldn’t handle the power, they were born as two.”
“But thatâs also just a theory. There’s no reliable research or proof to back that up.”
Illein couldnât understand why Edwin was discussing such academic topics with her.
But when she looked at him, he seemed so unstable that, without thinking, she infused her energy into the hand he was holding.
He looked at her actions blankly for a moment, then continued speaking.
“Twins split their emotions too.”
