Became the Hated Illegitimate Son of the Duke in Romance Fantasy

11 – Episode 11

“Eric, why did you come out of your mother’s room…?”

“Because he said he had something to say.”

“Is it because of me? Did your mother scold you?”

At that, I shake off some dusty clothes.

It is fortunate that there are no scratches on the body.

If Xenia had seen it, she might have made a fuss.

Or maybe the duke is making a fuss.

Because I seemed to love my daughter terribly.

“No, nothing happened.”

At those words, Xenia put on a teary-eyed expression.

“Lies.”

“Go back to your room, it’s bedtime.”

“Lies.”

“…What can I do, your mother hates me.”

“I’ll solve it somehow! I hope everyone gets along just like in the past..”

“It’s bedtime, go to sleep.”

After saying that to Xenia, I walk towards my room.

When I looked behind me, Xenia was looking at me.

It wasn’t difficult to get to my room because I wasn’t hit very often and I wasn’t strangled for a long time.

In my room, Ella was waiting with her restless expression.

Was Ella at the dinner just now?

“Boss, a friend just told me.

I heard she was taken to the master’s room.”

“Really?”

That’s a very lighthearted friend.

“Are you feeling well?”

“I just want to wash up.”

At that, Ella changed into a bathrobe like last time and took her to her bathroom.

When she says that this time she wants to wash herself, Ella nods her head and goes outside.

She said that she would prepare new clothes right where she could see them.

Before entering her bathtub, pour the remaining water in a gourd and roughly pour it over her head.

She then checked the temperature of her bath by dipping her feet in first, then soaked her whole body.

Her body limp.

“Yes, this is enough to live on.

He’s not dead, he’s not even hurt.”

Even so, I wonder if I am too full to be depressed.

That’s right, since I ate properly, I’m full.

I went into the water, closed my eyes and blew.

Bubbles bubble up.

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Her brother died.

The only person who listened to my story and even talked to me.

He fell ill and vomited blood and died.

My mother became strange.

She sometimes calls people names she doesn’t know and screams that it’s all because of him.

He cried buried in the blanket by himself, and when he got tired, he held on to the pillow and sobbed, repeating it every day.

Of course, in places where you think you can’t see and hear.

But what can I do? I came to see it because I was curious.

When I visit her mother, she doesn’t give me a warm smile like before.

A hard smile made to hide sadness from anyone’s eyes.

It made me feel bad as if I was looking at a doll I had broken while playing with.

My secret bases that I used to take my brother with.

I saw traces of sitting together, drinking tea, talking, and helping with my studies, so I hugged my knees and cried.

But my brother won’t come back.

I climbed a tree alone, drank sweet tea prepared by Ella alone, and studied alone.

In the end, feeling lonely, I went to my father to complain.

Crying whining like a child.

Then, in about a month, a child called my younger brother will come to visit me.

When she heard that her mother would bring her in her own wagon, she hid by her window and watched every day to see if the child would come or not.

And the one who got off the carriage was not a nice guy like the older brother I had imagined, but a boy who was so skinny that you could see the bones in his face, arms and legs!

Is the reason why he is so skinny because he hasn’t eaten?

The boy couldn’t even get out of the carriage properly, so the butler came over and helped him.

And the butler takes the child somewhere.

Evening has come and it is time for a meal.

And as I sat down to eat, my mother handed me a message.

“My dear, the child coming this time is not from my family, and he is younger than you and has a low birth.

And that mother is a vulgar whore.

I hope you never get close to that child.”

“…Okay.”

My mother’s words were mixed with something scary and angry.

A prostitute?

By the way, what is a prostitute?

It must be a bad word that mother uses, since she always said that commoners and maids were vulgar.

Soon after that, the child came in.

A scruffy boy.

As soon as I saw it, I wanted to talk to it and play with it, but I noticed my mother sitting next to me.

As if I couldn’t bear to talk to you any longer, I ran out of the room.

He’s skinny and scruffy, so I’ll have to take care of him.

He said he was younger than me, so he must be my brother, right?

Won’t we become closer if we treat our younger siblings the way our older brothers did to me?

Then you won’t be lonely.

My mother seems to hate that child.

I secretly followed the child to his room.

Strangely, it was the last room that was given to commoners when guests came, but there must have been no other room prepared.

But the footsteps must have been loud.

The child immediately noticed me and turned around.

He was so taken aback that he forgot what to say first.

“Hey…No.”

Then the child turns his back and walks away.

There is no such thing as a person calling and leaving like this!

“Hey! I called you.”

“Why?”

Even though it must have been clear that I was an older sister, I was talking half-heartedly.

Perhaps he said it without knowing anything.

As an older sister, telling her what’s wrong is also important.

My brother always let me know if there was something wrong with me.

“Why? Why? You don’t use honorifics?”

“Why do I have to use honorifics?”

Sure.

Why should I use honorifics?

Because I’m your sister? In fact, this kid might not even know that I am an older sister.

“Yes, yes, yes. My mother said you are the son of a vulgar prostitute!

Then, of course, you should treat me with respect!”

‘I’m your older sister, so you should treat me with respect.’

At the moment, the words I thought in my head and the words that made me cry because I heard the words were mixed, and the strange words my mother said came out.

Then the child comes up to me with a startled look on his face, clenches his fists and raises his hands high in the sky.

Are you trying to hit me?

For a moment, I was afraid and closed my eyes, but the child just woke up and said.

“Don’t say that kind of thing, kid.”

But you’re the kid!

He’s shorter than me, small in stature, and skinny….

On top of that, it was right until the night.

My brother laughed at me once and then walked off to his room.

I think I’ve been staring at that back for a while.

And the next morning, when Ella was cleaning, she told me what had happened yesterday.

So she was in awe,

“That’s a really bad swear word, so don’t use it carelessly! It’s like saying you’re going to fight without talking to that person for the rest of your life!”

You say that.

I was taken aback and asked how to solve it. Ella apologized and gave me a gift.

I guess I was wrong yesterday.

First of all, I wanted to meet naturally before apologizing, so I hid in moderation.

But the child finds me too well.

I hid behind the door and it seems our eyes met.

So I ran all the way to the hallway and pretended to be walking from far away.

Fortunately, judging from the reaction, it didn’t seem to go unnoticed.

“Oh, what a coincidence.

I was walking over there and we met by chance, right?”

“Yes.”

“…… He.”

Even this child knew it was a coincidence!

As Ella said, she apologized, and the child, no, my sister accepted the apology.

In return, I took her sister to the rose garden, which she hadn’t been to lately.

And just as I was about to show off my treasure, my mother appeared from behind.

It feels like an emotionless doll is approaching me, so it’s so scary.

However, my mother is just so sad that she doesn’t feel anything else.

Because he was always sobbing and weeping in his room alone.

I met her brother the next day.

Perhaps your mother took it and nagged you.

Sometimes I would do that to a maid I didn’t like, for example, to a maid like Ella.

But there was something strange.

My brother didn’t come to breakfast.

Her father said that rice should always be eaten with her family.

Isn’t he actually my sister?

In a moment of panic, I asked her father when the meal was over and her mother was gone, and she said that my sister was right.

I thought it was fortunate.

But I don’t even know the name of the little brother.

After breakfast, I went to visit the child to ask her name and play with her.

But the maids were eagerly carrying books, as if her mother had assigned her teacher to her younger sister as well.

I was curious about the contents, so I looked through the books, and they were all books I learned about when I was 3 or 4 years old.

I asked if you didn’t learn these things, but it could be something like that.

Because I said that there are children who are slow to learn!

I had fun with my brother for a while.

By handing out my secret bases, my treehouse, and my favorite car.

Then I remembered that I hadn’t asked for a name, so while I gave my name, I also found out the child’s name.

Eric, you have a pretty name.

I offered to eat lunch with Eric, but Eric declined, saying he was not part of my family.

Maybe she’s afraid of her mother and can’t say she wants to go.

Thinking of that, I tell my father that I want to have a meal with Eric as well.

Then Eric appeared shyly at dinner.

As expected, they must have wanted to eat together.

I didn’t know that food could be delicious like that.

That is also the food we eat every day.

After mealtime, when I was about to go up to my room, my mother told me that she had found a new teacher.

I had to say goodbye before it was too late, so I hurriedly ran into the room and met the human who was my new teacher.

A teacher who looks like a typical boring person, wearing glasses, hunched over, and a long neck.

The lady gave a rough outline of what she was going to do, then yawned and went away.

So she had plenty of time before going to bed and went to see her mother… A messed up Eric came out of the room.

Eric, his neck full of red marks and his face dirty.

Eric lied to me as soon as he saw me.

I said it was okay, nothing happened.

But everyone knows that’s not the case.

Because your face looked like you were about to cry.

I saw that and something I wanted to do came up.

I want my mother to be nice again and to get along with Eric.

It’s probably going to be difficult, but as my brother said, there won’t be anything you can’t do if you work hard.

If there’s something that doesn’t work because of hard work, it’s too sad.