Became the Hated Illegitimate Son of the Duke in Romance Fantasy

6 – Episode 6

The room was much bigger than I thought.

The bed was large enough for two adults to lie on, and there were large pillows and blankets.

A closet, and as the old man said, a decent-sized desk, with pens and notebooks on it.

And now that I think about it, my body wasn’t the normal size yet.

It’s only in the slums, but compared to his peers, he’s a big body, but he was still a child.

Belita’s eyes caught on me.

She’s strange, because she was looking at me sadly.

I wonder if the fact that my companion was leaving was more sad than the fact that the child I was living with turned out to be an aristocrat.

I feel like I’m getting confused for no reason.

Should I have gone far away from the orphanage and hid in the grass?

What was the reason you came to pick me up in the first place?

Pinch hitter, yes, I said pinch hitter.

Since they said that their son died, did they really bring him in as a substitute for him?

But as soon as the face was visible, its use seemed abandoned.

It is said that he does not resemble a dead, unknown human at all.

Then there is no heir to inherit the family?

I know very well that that can’t be the case.

Anyway, it was a romance fantasy, so it wasn’t awkward to receive the family succession right as a woman.

Isn’t there no way to pass on the family to an bastard, leaving a legitimate deficit?

Even if you listen to what I just said, it is clear that you already knew that I was stuck in a slum.

And the one I just left alone.

I wonder if I am the gift prepared by the blunt father who often appears in romance novels to soothe his daughter.

Maybe he took the useless illegitimate child who grew up in the slums and threw it away thinking that he might like it if he threw it to play with it like a doll.

I don’t know the details.

I can’t remember. What can I do?

Looking out the window, the sky was dark, as if the sun had been taken from its place by the moon and slammed to the ground.

Then what should I do?

Once I want to live, I have to boil that little kid to my liking.

Wouldn’t it be enough just to make interpersonal relationships as smooth as possible, and to stop cursing at my parents like I just did?

No one knows what the future holds.

I had such an unknown sense of duty that I had to do something.

For the sake of the future, or for the fear of being kicked out of this place, or for the reason that you might die in the future.

Maybe you just want to help that little kid.

Because she looks a bit like Belita, who seems to have been abandoned at an orphanage.

I tried to keep my thoughts going, but maybe it was night, so I started to fall asleep.

I’m tired.

First of all, since it was late today, I climbed onto the bed and went to sleep.

…

…

…

The morning sun was bright.

Even if you leave the room, nothing else happens… There wasn’t

I keep feeling someone snooping in front of my room, so it’s kind of uncomfortable.

Smart.

In the meantime, a knocking sound was heard.

“Brother, I brought you breakfast.”

It wasn’t the butler’s voice, it was the voice of a woman.

Maybe a maid.

I got off the bed and opened the door, and a girl who looked five or six years older than me brought a bowl with a lid on it.

Comes into my room, puts food on the desk and starts tidying up the room.

I removed the lid to eat the food on the table.

It was simple bread, crispy baked bacon, and fried eggs.

Now that I am eating foods that can only come out of my dreams, sometimes I have the illusion that I am dreaming.

As I emptied the bowl fairly quickly, if not in a hurry, the maid started talking to me.

“I am so grateful that you enjoyed it so much even though it was simply prepared.”

“No, it was amazing.”

Then the maid came in and Xenia was glaring at me through the crack in the open door.

Or is it being monitored?

“Uhhh, you are cute as expected.”

The maid who came in must also have noticed her and came up to me and started whispering in my ear.

Her ears tickled and she made some strange noises.

“Brother, why don’t you go and say hello?

Perhaps the owner’s mistress told the lady not to talk to the young master, so she must be doing that.”

“Is it okay if I go and talk to you?”

“I don’t know.”

Maybe it’s too irresponsible.

“Still, my young lady doesn’t have any friends her age, so wouldn’t it be nice if I could be her friend on this occasion?

The person who at least listened to the story passed away a while ago… Hmm. I made a mistake, I’m sorry.”

You can’t speak.

Yes, it might sound like I’m a human taking the place of a dead person.

But I don’t think I’m wrong.

At least the duke seems to have brought me for that purpose.

It feels more like throwing a suitable toy she picked up from the slums to Xenia rather than a seat to be exact.

“It’s okay, Ella.”

“Uh, did you tell the boy your name?”

The talkative Ella.

It came to mind suddenly.

No matter how much she squeezed her head, something that couldn’t come to mind.

A maid who is talkative and tiring, but has infinite trust and loyalty to her master.

No matter what Xenia did, she was a person who continued to affirm her and delivered news from her surroundings. She

And she sometimes gave advice.

“You told me earlier.”

It was moderately evasive.

“Is that so? Anyway, go ahead and talk to me.

I was yesterday, no um. Come on.”

She tilts her head.

But she didn’t seem to care much.

As I approach the door, Xenia, who was looking at me from the crack in the doorway, thinks she won’t go unnoticed.

And when I came out the door, I pretended to walk by chance, somehow hiding my heavy breathing.

“Oh, what a coincidence.

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

I tried to talk to him in a very awkward way, but I didn’t care and answered.

“Yes.”

“…… He.”

Then, a smile bloomed on her face, as if she thought I had been tricked.

“Ella said I should apologize.”

“So?”

“Just, I think I was sensitive because a lot of sad things happened these days.”

The girl groans and can’t get her words out at all.

Maybe it’s because it’s hard to say sorry.

“I am..Me..Moo.”

“I can just say I’m sorry, what’s the matter?”

“It doesn’t come out of your mouth!”

And from what she said, she must have told Xenia to apologize to the maid who brought her breakfast.

Keep your mouth shut and just stare back at me.

It’s difficult, but it’s as if I can’t do something about it.

And then I looked back and Ella looked at it and covered her mouth and seemed to be giggling.

I guess we’re not very close.

“Sorry, I was just saying what my mother said…”

“When apologizing, it’s enough to just say I’m sorry, rather than just attaching a limb.”

“Okay, I’m just sorry!”

Xenia apologized quite meekly.

Am I still young and pure, or am I easily influenced?

If you’re an aristocrat, you’ll dismiss what the people below say as nonsense and move on.

I’m sorry about that, but I’m not going to ask you the same question.

The tone is too harsh to ask a child.

“So why did you apologize to me?”

“Just because you are my little brother.

My older brother who played with me until recently has gone to heaven.

Then he goes and never comes back.”

“That must be very sad.”

“Yes, but my father doesn’t seem to care.

My mother also cries sometimes, but she doesn’t say anything.”

I was a younger brother.

Oh, that’s surprising.

I don’t know my exact age.

“My father told me that when you apologize, you must give something.”

The girl takes my hand and suddenly starts taking me somewhere.

“As an apology, I will take you to a good place!”

Go through the hallways, down the stairs, and out of the mansion to some sort of garden.

Meanwhile, I remembered the bacon grease I hadn’t finished wiping off with a slice of bread, and I got a little depressed.

We arrived at a flower field full of red flowers.

The girl shows me this way and gives me a triumphant expression.

“How is it, pretty..!”

Then, for a moment, he put on an expression tired of contemplation, as if he had seen a monster.

And the voice you hear sounds like a monster.

At least for me.

“Oh, Xenia. Didn’t this mother say

You better not go with this dirty cloth.”

“Uh..Mother..I’m sorry.”

“Go back to your room.”

Xenia heard that and started running away.

She watched the woman until her child went inside her mansion and was out of sight.

She then turned around and looked at me again and opened her mouth.

“A girl is running around so rudely, it seems she is not doing the job that the tutor paid for.”

With a slightly fishy cynicism.

The eyes looking at me seemed to contain hatred.

What on earth do you think I hate so much?

I wish I could tell you why.

I began to think that the reason why that little girl became a villain was because of the woman who was smiling at me and glaring at me.