I Need Someone to Stop My Older Brothers - Chapter 9

“How about this time? Did you find it?”

“Yes, I think I’ve finally found it,”

Blanche glistened at his subordinate’s report.

“Found it? Finally?”

“Yes, I’m sure it’s awake.”

“Ha. Finally! My king!”

Blanche clenched his hands. Their long efforts finally pay off. All of them.

“So, where is it?”

“It ······.”

The subordinate, who happily announced the success, hesitated a little this time.

“Winter mansion.”

“What?”

“I can feel the spirit of the Devil King in the Winter Mansion.”

“……What kind of crap is that?”1

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“What? Grandpa?”

Baratheon burst into laughter when he heard about what had happened while they were eating together.

“Wow, that’s what the old man said?”

Even if I’m a biological granddaughter, I’m sure Baratheon would feel disappointed in this situation.There was no sign of that. Perhaps Lucas and Cisse would react similarly.

“How do you say it’s plain?”

Here blood didn’t matter, but there was a similarity in that respect.

“But the mansion is a little cluttered?”

Marina and Hedin were still with me, but others were busier than usual.I didn’t really care, but I could feel it.

‘Oh, that.’

When I asked, Baratheon shook his hand with a look of annoyance.

“Every member of the Ashinov family gets together once a year. The Senate, a bothersome meeting.”

“The Senate?”

“The heads of households of both direct and lineal circles gather to discuss important matters for the family.”

“For example, the succession of a family.”

“If you’re the heir of a family, Don’t you think you need to discuss it?”

Baratheon looked at me with a twitching face.

“You were more ambitious than I thought?”

“What? What do you mean?”

“You’re right. Of course you’re the heir now and you just showed up, so there’s no need to discuss that. You know that?”

“Yes? Absolutely not!”

I jumped and shook my head at the unexpected words.

“Of course Lucas is the successor. It’s my first time, right? In the empire, the heir of the family is the eldest son.”

I’m not enough to be a descendant of the man who killed me.I don’t know if it’s possible, but I could take a moment to wear a crown I didn’t want for my purpose.

‘Oh! But……?’

“Will Lucas hate me?”

There was no need to be a successor to that extent. It’s like making an enemy hateful to Lucas.

‘To become a successor against to a fearful enemy.It’s better to make a scary man my successor than to make him my side.’

“My brother? Why would he?”

“Because I showed up and Lucas was pushed out from being a successor”

Baratheon burst into a laugh at my reaction.

“No, Lucas would rather thank you. Because of the marriage he didn’t want to be a successor.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“There’s been talk of marrying Lucas to a woman of an affluent family and making him the Grand Duke. So you don’t have a problem with your bloodline?”

It was a very reasonable choice at first glance. But deciding someone’s future in that way ·····

“That’s too much.”

“That’s too much. But that’s the way of working of nobility.”

Baratheon said calmly. I blinked at the unexpected reaction and poked his cheek with my fingers.

“What’s wrong?”

“Because it’s weird.”

“What?”

“Isn’t it Theon? I didn’t know you could say that.”

I hope you realize the meaning of the word, and you’re trying to smooth the cheek of my finger.Theon was furious.

“Yikes, do you think I’m a real idiot? I know most things!”

“Then explain what Robbenkretz’s multidimensional equation is.”

“……what’s that? Can I eat that?”

I burst into laughter, looking at Baratheon, who asked back with a stupid face. Baratheon jumped to his feet when he was angry at my reaction.

“No! More than that, how did you know that?”

I couldn’t tell you the truth because all that difficult knowledge was taught by the master in my previous life. I shrugged my shoulders and gave them a rough look.

“I saw it in the book.”

Baratheon’s eyes narrowed, perhaps because he was suspicious of his blunt answer.

“Really? Is it really in the book?”

“Yes.”

“You are not lying,aren’t you?”

“Would you like to bet if you think so? If It’s from a real book, write your name in front of the Senate guests!”

Baratheon cringed at my suggestion.

“Woo. Write my name in front of those wankers?”

“Well, if you’re not confident, then leave.”

Pretend to belittle it.When Theon’s pride was scratched gently, he jumped as expected.

“Hey, what are you talking about? I, Baratheon, am full of confidence!”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes! That’s what Theon is! So no backing down!”

“Yes! I’m not backing down! I’ll bet, you blind little kid!”

“Excellent!”

I grinned at Hedin in response to Baratheon’s cry.

“Hedin.”

“Yes.”

“Will you pick up the book from the library?”

“A book about Robbenkretz’s multidimensional equations?”

“Exactly.”

Even at the moment Hedin left the room to find the book, Baratheon was burning his will with his fists clenched.

* * *

Of course there was such a book. Defeated, Baratheon muttered,

“Nonsense······”

And returned to his room in vain. After sending Baratheon, I went looking for Lucas. Baratheon said Lucas would be grateful to me, but we need to check the reaction.

There was a knock on the door, and I heard a sound coming in, so I opened it carefully. Lucas was looking at the papers piled up on his desk.

‘Maybe that’s what the job of a platoon is.’

When I asked Marina, Lucas said he had been working as a platoon since he was eighteen years old.

“Dana?”

It was strange that the person who came in didn’t say anything. Lucas turned his head, and found me opening his eyes wide,shocked. He looked like he didn’t know I came to in.+

“Lucas”

I stood in front of him, awkwardly pulling the corners of my mouth.