Prologue
Year N, Month N, Day N / Weather: Clear / Mood: Suspicious
The youngest in our house is strange somehow.
For one thing, he’s definitely hiding his true nature.
I saw it. Him stealthily dropping the roasted bell pepper that came out for dinner.
And that’s not all?
As if trampling it flat bit by bit with his foot wasn’t enough, he covered it with a napkin and even plotted the perfect crime. (It still gives me chills just thinking about it again.)
The poor bell pepper will probably be discovered by the maids cleaning the dining hall. Its wretchedly crushed face……
What’s even more chilling is that when I tried to tell Father about it, he looked at me and drew a finger across his own neck.
Of course, as a man of the brave Jebeureuteu family, I wasn’t scared in the slightest.
But the youngest is undoubtedly a demon hiding an extremely evil nature, so I……
decided to let it slide just this once.
Because waking a demon at the dinner table would be troublesome!
And well……
As an older brother, it’s only natural to cover for your younger brother’s mistakes, right?
Anyway, that’s how it is.
I’m glad I’m no longer the youngest, but.
He’s suspicious somehow.
Year N, Month N, Day N / Weather: Cloudy / Mood: Depressed
I sparred with our youngest.
Father said:
Since the Jebeureuteu is the continent’s greatest family of knights, we must never neglect our training for even a moment!
I’ll train hard and become a cool knight who protects the empire!
Ah, this obviously applies to the youngest as well.
He was suddenly brought into our household by Father, but anyway, he’s also a man of Jebeureuteu!
Of course, today as well, the youngest collapsed without even getting through a single round properly.
Hmph. What is he really going to do?
But thinking about it, it’s strange.
The youngest looks so frail that he couldn’t even lift a twig, yet……
when we actually spar, I can’t beat him at all.
Why?
Year N, Month N, Day N / Weather: Sunny / Mood: Good
I got a new sword! Yahoo!
I’ll show it off when Brother Riam comes!
It’s a totally awesome-looking sword (according to Uncle Obeuron) that Father and Grandfather personally commissioned from the blacksmith.
I need to become a knight worthy of this awesome sword quick.
Ah, the youngest got a sword too.
Since he’s so small, with tiny hands, basically tiny all over, Father seemed to worry about it for several days.
In the end, he consulted with Grandfather and apparently gave him a family sword, or something like that.
Like I care.
Mine is cooler anyway!
Hehe……
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Year N, Month N, Day N / Weather: / Mood:
Rubian.
I’m warning you,
don’t peek at my diary. Seriously.
Year N, Month N, Day N / Weather: Snow / Mood: Super Good
I bought a diary with a lock because the evil youngest keeps peeking at it.
You really can’t let your guard down!
He grumbled, asking why I wrote so much about him.
……Is there too much about him?
Well, what else am I supposed to write in a diary?
Hmm.
More importantly, Mother, who was recuperating in the south, returns tomorrow.
I’m-so-ex-ci-ted-!
Year N, Month N, Day N / Weather: / Mood:
The household has been turned upside down.
Our youngest.
Rubian.
was a girl.