When I first called out to him, First Prince Christof opened his ice blue eyes wide.
It was rare seeing anything on my older brotherâs usually expressionless face, so I took a good look at his readily apparent surprise. He closed the thick book in his hand, returned it to the bookshelf, and then crossed the space between us to stop in front of me.
âHow rare for you to come to me.â
Even though his words came off sarcastic, I could tell from his expression that he didnât mean anything by it. In reality, me approaching him was out of the ordinary.
However, if you asked me to explain why that was the case, all I can say is it was an inevitability. It was not as if I had been avoiding him because I hate him.
In relation to Chris, my little brother Johan and I only shared half of his blood.
Christof was the son of the late queen, who died as soon as she gave birth to him. Johan and I were the children of the second queen.
As current queen, my mother harbored deep prejudice against my older brother because he was a living memory of the woman my father still loved.
It naturally followed that she never allowed us close to him.
I think I should just do what I please, but I wonder if that was really how a child would act.
My mother has also never been affectionate towards my little brother and I. If it wasnât in front of Father, Iâd be amazed she if ever spoke to either of us.
âWonât you get scolded by my lady?â
âIt doesnât matter.â
âButâŠâ
âIâm already five years old. If weâre talking about taking responsibility for my actions, I am capable of that.â
He really was a great guy. Even though I was the daughter of the woman who treated him with such contempt, he was showing concern for my well-being.
If only someone would take a scrap of this guy, steep it in hot water, and force the Second Prince to drink it.
âI see.â
Chris stared at me silently and for just a short span of time, his expression softened.
I canât say that weâre close, but he was looking at me kindly, the way a grandfather would to his grandchild whoâs all grown up. Thatâs impressive dignity for an eight year old, my royal brother.*
âWhat was it that you wanted to ask of me?â
He returned the main topic, not digging any deeper.
âActually, it concerns Johan.â
âJohan? What happened to Johan?â
Itâs not what happened to him.
âI wish for Johan to have the strictest, wisest tutors assigned to him.â
At my statement, Chris became lost for words.
In UraSeka (Reverse World), the Second Prince of Nebel Kingdom, Johan von Werfard, was a love interest and also a major sis-con.
The only person he loved was his older sister, Rosemarie. The only one he trusted from the bottom of his heart was Rosemarie. If she said jump, he asked âHow high?â Even if a crow was black, if she called it white, he immediately declared it to be white. That was the type of staunch supporter he portrayed.
The entire cause was wrapped up in his broken family background.
His father, the King, devoted all of his time to matters of state without ever sparing an ounce for his family. His mother was only interested in gaining her husbandâs love.
And yet, so that Christof could never get close to her son, Johan was raised inside an enclosed and narrow world.
The maids acted as if they were touching something foul, and kept their distance. So that they didnât risk upsetting him, all of his tutors went easy on him.
In the midst of all that, the only one who looked straight at him was Rosemarie.
In the end, there was nothing that could be done about Johan becoming dependent on his older sister.
Or, so it would seem when it was someone elseâs problem. When that burden fell on my own shoulders, I finally realized the truthâthere must be a limit to everything.
Right now my little brother was four years old, and cuteness overload!
Wherever I went, he followed close behind. He resembled a baby chick, chasing after me with his toddling footsteps. There was no way he wasnât cute.
But. Heâs been a little strange lately.
If I leave his side, he starts to cry immediately. He also disliked it when anyone came close to me, but even when he gets jealous, he was still cute!
However, he went too far when he attacked the maid whose only crime was catching me when it seemed like I was about to fall.
I mean, she was a maid. A girl. Even after I told him she was only helping me, it was terrifying how he didnât hesitate to go after her. When she saw him grab the paper knife from on top of the desk, she started screaming her head off.
We only managed to get out of the situation without incident when I stood protectively in front her with my hands spread out.
No violence! No more YANDERE!
Something needed to be done with the strangeness that had recently come over my little brother, I decided.
âI have no right to request a favor of you, brother. However, even if I were to beg father, I do not think that he would accede to my wish for change.â
ââŠâŠâŠâŠâ
The King has no expectations for his youngest son.
When he says he doesnât have time for the Second Prince because he already had an heir beyond excellent, it wasnât that I didnât get itâŠI just wish heâd care a little more.
Johan has been spoiled rotten, and the tutors were negligent in their duty by not teaching him well enough. This applied to mother as well. I also wish sheâd take more care in the choice of his tutors.
âWhat he needs is someone he can respect by his side. If I remain the only one who tells him when heâs done wrong, his world will only become more and more narrow.â
Honestly, itâd be a pain if his siscon symptoms got worse.
If Johan became a yandere on top of that, itâd be too much. My mental health wouldnât be able to handle it.
âIf he finds it within himself to forgive you, in the future, heâllâŠJohan will become a strong ally. Wonât you take it upon yourself to raise him with the utmost discipline?â
It had occurred to me that if Chris, as heir apparent, were to propose it to Father, there might just be a change.
Besides, when I thought it through, if my strict brother were the one to handle the approval process, Iâm sure that the persons selected would make superb tutors. It was killing two birds with one stone. If luck happened to be on my side and my brothers got closer to each otherâpossibly resulting in Johan turning over a new leafâthat would also be one less worry on my mind.
âYou are fine with this?â
âOf course,â I replied at once.
In Christofâs eyes, Johan and I must look co-dependent on each other. âIf Johan moves out of his isolated world, can the sister who is left behind live by herself?â was what he thought.
Honestly, he neednât have worried.
If Chris teaches Johan how to be independent, freeing me to move toward my goal, Iâd be forever indebted to him.
âEven if we are separated, the fact that I am his older sister will not change.â
Dear little brother. Your sister will be watching over you from the graveâŠnot! From a distance, so please grow up respectable.
âI see,â he muttered, sighing.
My brother smiled, unusually gentle.
Having never seen him like that before, I immediately closed my eyes in self-preservation. I canât look! Against such a pure smile, my dead fish eyes were sure to get crushed.
Afterward, Chris proposed the idea to father, all of Johanâs negligent tutors were dismissed, and Chris appointed tutors of superior caliber in their place.
For Christof himself to personally get involved with Johanâs education, he was already raising him with plenty discipline.
Dear little brother⊠Iâm begging you, so please, please grow up respectable!
* Terrible writing will be terrible, itâs not my fault. In fact, Iâd like to argue and say that Iâm doing a lot for the story! This is a mix of translating/editing/writing skills! It could read a lot worse!
Also, suspend your disbelief! Kids donât talk this way? These kids are supposed to be royal, and, well, according the WN author, wise beyond their years or summat.