It Seems Like The Infamous Trash Can is Right Here! - Chapter 135
It was just that I didn’t really know how Vaikal was with others outside our home.
Why had I known so little?
Vaikal was six years older than me. When I was young, he’d seemed like an adult, but in truth, it wasn’t such a huge age gap. He’d merely been a boy himself.
Even so, Vaikal spent more than half his day training rigorously, assisted Father with his work, and still made time to play with me whenever he could.
If I had a sibling six years younger than me, I probably would’ve snapped at Father one day.
Saying, “Why are you only hard on me?” or “They can handle some training too, this isn’t fair!”
But Vaikal, who cherished our family too deeply, never lashed out at Father. Instead, he poured endless affection into me.
Instead, his personality hardened. He became cautious, sharp, and severe with anyone outside the family.
So even if the rest of the world misunderstood him, I of all people had no right to blame Vaikal.
Because I, too, was part of the reason he’d become this way.
“Why are you looking at me like that? You’ve got a weird look in your eyes.”
Vaikal tilted his head and looked at me.
“It’s nothing, Brother. I just… feel sorry.”
“Then will you grant me one wish?”
“Anything but breaking off the engagement.”
At that, Vaikal clicked his tongue. As expected, he’d been planning to bring up separating me from Lionel.
I glanced toward Lionel.
Aside from a few necessary words, he hadn’t spoken at all. His expression was distant, like he was lost in thought, probably sorting through the memories returned to him by the divine power.
‘I shouldn’t disturb him.’
I reached for one of the fig scones on the tray and nibbled at it.
With so many things crashing down at once, I had no appetite and only wanted to rest, but it was important to eat while I had the chance.
There was no telling when I might need to use my divine power again.
The rich sweetness spread softly through my mouth, washing away some of the fatigue.
“You’re eating like a little bird.”
At Sirren’s curious remark, Vaikal sent another sharp warning.
“If you’re going to keep staring, get out.”
“My apologies, I’ll stop looking. Should I face the wall instead?”
“Good idea.”
Sirren, caught by the bait he threw, trudged toward the wall, slumping his shoulders as he stood facing it.
The sight of his back made me laugh without meaning to.
Vaikal, watching me quietly, gently brushed a crumb from the corner of my lips and smiled.
“My sister, you look even prettier when you smile. Why do you keep getting more beautiful each day?”
“You’re not supposed to say stuff like that in front of others, Brother. It’s embarrassing.”
“Who’s judging? Your fiancé? Or Lord Calitas? Surely not Sirren, of all people.”
“No need to worry. I won’t be looking.”
Halid drew a firm line.
“Neither will I.”
Sirren, still facing the wall, shook his head as if to say absolutely not.
Naturally, both Vaikal’s and Halid’s eyes turned to Lionel, still deep in thought.
“No, Brother, I didn’t mean it like that…”
“She’s always been beautiful.”
As I flailed to redirect the conversation, Lionel’s low, tender voice interrupted.
Still appearing lost in his memories, he spoke slowly, as if retracing them step by step.
“In every moment I looked at her, in those places, those times, she was always the most beautiful to me. So much so, I couldn’t possibly see anything else.”
I stared at him, wide-eyed. Beside me, Vaikal muttered under his breath.
“…That bastard is a fool.”
I was about to scold him for saying something so rude, when the door to the receiving room opened.
And the moment I saw who had entered, I leapt to my feet, running straight into his wide arms.
“Daddy!”
