My mother remarried and I had a younger brother. With a happy heart, I tried to be a family with my younger brother, Millian. No matter how hard he behaved, it didn’t matter. Did my effort shine? I’m relieved that we’ve gotten quite close. Millian left a letter and went to war. It’s been 5 years since Millian went to war. [Millian, I’m going to see you this time.] Who knew my letter would end the five-year-long war? “Now i’m not your brother anymore.” Millian fluttered a document that he had been expelled from the family. “Sister, don’t laugh at other men. Only if you don’t want to make me a mu*derer.” Millian Edmore Rachel. No, now it’s Millian Taylor. My younger brother returned as a man. It’s sad that he’s a someone else right now, but what? He’s going to be a husband? ….But why am I so nervous? I shouldn’t do this.