As he was walking from his fatherâs office to his room, he was stopped by a voice he didnât really want to hear.
Out of Samâs sight, a sighing, blond-haired boy with a wooden swordâââManionâââwas waiting for him with a smirk on his face.
When Manion spotted Sam and approached him, he made a disgusted face and fished his lips.
ăI take it father has told you the story.ă
ăOh, yes. Congratulations on your succession. Good luck with that.ă
ăâââHa?ă
ăMm? So, good luck.ă
Manion looked dumbfounded, even though Sam had taken the trouble to cheer him up.
Sam couldnât understand and tilted his head, and Manion shouted as if his emotions were exploding.
ăWhat the hell is that!ă
ăI said, congratulations, youâre officially the successor.ă
ăDonât be silly!ă
ăEhhâă
For some reason, Sam was yelled at unreasonably.
He looked at his brother curiously, as if he was about to swing a wooden sword at any moment.
(âââAh)
Sam finally understood the reason for his anger.
(Did he think I was frustrated or crying or something? I guess he came all this way to make fun of me for it⊠Haha, youâre such a boring kid. Donât you have anything better to do?)
Sam was taken aback by the childish behavior of his half-brother.
No, in fact, he is even surprised that a nine-year-old child would go to the trouble of watching his brother grieve and plan to make fun of him.
(No doubt heâs insidious, but heâs as sarcastic as an adult.)
But alas, it was a waste of time.
Sam has no attachment to the Reinbach family, so he doesnât lament the fact that he couldnât be the heir.
Rather, he is excited to be able to live his life as he wishes.
Maybe his father will order him to serve Manion, but he has no intention of obeying such an order honestly.
Sam going to leave this house as soon as he comes of age.
ăâŠWhat the hell is this guy? Are you really Samuel? Hmph. Never mind. Iâm the next head of the family, not you, with your lowly maid-born blood.ă
ăYes, you are.ă
ăâââYou! Whatâs with that attitude! Donât get carried away just because the servants and the people are treating you well!ă
ăHey, what do you want after all?ă
Sam wanted to do his daily magic training, but Manion was preventing him from doing so.
Inwardly, Sam was annoyed.
But Manion didnât seem to approve of Sam.
ăâââYou! Donât you dare take that attitude! ]
Sam lets out a sigh for the umpteenth time as his brother spits and rages at him.
Apparently, his brotherâs emotions are like an instantaneous water heater.
ăWhen have I ever been mean to you? If youâre going to make crazy accusations, can I go now?ă
ăWhat the hell is wrong with you! Youâre not the same person you were the other day!ă
ăâŠWho knows? Well, when youâre beaten nearly to death with a wooden sword by your nasty brother, youâre bound to change.ă
To Sam, Manion was not important.
He didnât have any family feelings for him, and he is sure it was the same for the other side.
If anything, when his consciousness and Samâs now were switched that day, the nine-year-old Samuel was considered dead.
Therefore, Manion was an enemy to Sam.
He canât be friendly to someone like that, and he doesnât intend to.
So far, Sam had left him alone when he came at him, but if he was too persistent, Sam would have to deal with him.
He didnât really care about Manionâs future, but if he grew up to be selfish and arrogant, it was obvious that all of his servants and the people of the estate would have a hard time in the future.
This was not good for Sam either.
ăYou, donât mock me!ă
Manionâs limits seemed to be easily exceeded by the fact that things didnât turn out the way he wanted them to.
Without any hesitation, he swung the wooden sword in his hand at Sam.
However, Sam easily grabbed the tip of the approaching wooden sword with one hand.