I Accidentally Saved The Male Lead’s Brother

“My mother and father were sobbing. Father told me not to come closer, but I had already seen everything. Mother was holding a black-haired child in her arms, crying her heart out. The child hung limp, as if unconscious, with no strength in his body.”

Ah, it was that memory. The day Edgar had been kidnapped by the Petrian family and returned as a cold corpse.

Why, of all memories, did it have to be that one?

Charlotte pressed her face against Carcel’s shoulder, unsure of who to blame.

Tears welled up in her eyes and soon spilled over, soaking his shirt.

“My mother referred to the child as ‘my baby’ while she wept. She kept calling out the name Edgar.”

Carcel’s voice trembled uncontrollably. Even without recalling the full details, he instinctively understood.

The dream he’d had was rooted in a dreadful memory. Even if his mind didn’t know it, his heart did.

“Edgar, who looked so much like me. Who could that child have been?”

Charlotte trembled as if she were the one reliving that terrible moment.

Noticing her state, Carcel gently released her and examined her face. Seeing her tear-reddened eyes, he looked even more pained than when recounting his dream.

He took her trembling hand in his and said, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have burdened you with such a heavy story.”

“No, no, it’s okay.”

She tried to sound calm, but her voice quavered. Swallowing hard, she steadied herself as best she could.

“Thank you for sharing it with me.”

Forcing a weak smile, she looked into Carcel’s eyes. He mirrored her smile, but his tears lingered, making it bittersweet.

‘Carcel’s memories…’

Charlotte clenched her teeth.

‘They’re coming back.’

It wasn’t just the spell sealing his Rosito mana that had been broken—clearly, the magic suppressing his memories of Edgar was unraveling too.

The thought of Carcel’s memories slowly returning kept Charlotte awake all night.

She spent hours wondering what she could do to help him in this situation.

‘I can’t just leave things as they are.’

When she had first seen Edgar’s portrait, Charlotte had resolved not to get deeply involved. That was a problem for Penelope to resolve in the future, not her.

When Robert and Randru had gone to great lengths to cast the memory-erasing spell, she had pretended to forget, playing along.

Even when she realized on the late duchess’s anniversary that Carcel’s seal was faltering, she hadn’t dwelled on it deeply.

She had decided to create a mana stone to alleviate his pain, but that was it. She hadn’t sought a fundamental solution, believing it to be Penelope’s role.

At the time, she’d thought that was the right choice.

But things were different now. Having chosen to stay by Carcel’s side instead of Penelope, it was up to her as his Rosito counterpart to stabilize him as his seals began to break.

Until now, the situation hadn’t seemed severe. She had assumed the engagement ring alone could keep his issues in check.

‘But if Carcel’s memories are returning…’

A mana stone wouldn’t suffice. A more fundamental approach was needed to ensure Carcel wouldn’t be overwhelmed by a sudden influx of memories.

As soon as dawn broke, Charlotte clutched the pendant Carcel had given her and went to find Robert.

She found him in the garden, discussing flower arrangements for next spring with a gardener.

“Robert.”

At her call, he turned and bowed politely.

“You’ve come, my lady.”

“May I have a word with you?”

Sensing her grave tone, Robert excused himself from the gardener and approached her.

“Let’s go inside. I’ll show you to a room.”

He led her to a small sitting room, more suited for casual conversations than hosting formal guests.

“Shall I bring you some tea?”

“No, that’s all right. Please, have a seat.”

“How could I possibly sit in the presence of the lady?”

Though he still seemed to harbor reservations about her, Robert’s manners remained impeccable.

Seeing his steadfast refusal, Charlotte didn’t press further. She sat down but found the silence awkward, so she called for the tea she had just refused.

Moments later, a maid arrived with a tray of tea and light refreshments, following Robert’s instructions. He poured her tea with meticulous precision, his movements faultless.

Charlotte took a sip, sneaking glances at his profile. She didn’t know how to broach the subject, so she remained silent, sipping her tea.

As a servant, it was Robert’s duty to wait for his employer to speak first. His rigid adherence to protocol left him standing silently, awaiting her words.

It wasn’t until Charlotte had finished her tea and set down her cup that he finally broke the silence.

“Would you like another cup?”

“No, thank you. I didn’t come here for tea.”

Charlotte exhaled deeply, her body slightly more relaxed from the tea’s warmth. She handed him the pendant she had been clutching.

Taking it, Robert examined the front and murmured, “This is the pendant the master carried. I heard he gave it to you as a token of your promise. But why are you giving it to me now…?”

“Look at the back.”

Charlotte kept her tone as calm as possible. She couldn’t afford to get emotional before the conversation even began.

At her prompting, Robert turned the pendant over. His face faltered when he read the name engraved on the back.

“Edgar Heinest.”

Charlotte softly echoed the familiar yet foreign name.

“Who is he?”

Robert quickly composed himself, gripping the pendant tightly.

“There must have been a mistake during the engraving process. It seems they mistakenly etched the wrong name instead of Master Theo’s. I’ll take this to be corrected immediately. If you’ll excuse me…”

He seemed ready to rush straight to Randru, no doubt to erase her memories just as they had done before.

Though the spell wouldn’t work on her, the situation wasn’t exactly pleasant.

Charlotte shook her head lightly.

“I’m not finished speaking yet.”

“Please, go ahead.”

She fixed Robert with a sharp gaze.

“Are you planning to run to Sir Randru?”

“What are you implying…?”

“To erase my memories.”

“…!”

Charlotte rose from her seat and stepped closer to him.

“Edgar Heinest. He’s Carcel’s twin brother, isn’t he?”

Even without having read the novel, the truth was evident. Anyone who had seen the portrait of Carcel and Edgar would have deduced they were twins.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. The master has no siblings other than Master Theo.”

“Then who was the other boy in the portrait I saw?”

“What do you mean? If you’re referring to that portrait, it’s of the master himself. He may have appeared different due to his demeanor at the time.”

“But what I saw was Carcel and another boy who looked exactly like him sitting together.”

“That’s impossible. Surely you must have…”

He trailed off, his expression betraying him. Charlotte finished his sentence for him.

“That’s right. Sir Randru erased my memories. He made sure I wouldn’t remember seeing Edgar Heinest’s portrait. But what now?”

“…”

“I still remember it. Every single detail, without exception.”

And not just that—she knew secrets Robert couldn’t imagine. The hidden truths of the Heinst family, including everything about Edgar and Carcel.

Without waiting for permission, Robert tried to leave the room. But as he grasped the doorknob, Charlotte’s soft voice stopped him.

“Calling for Sir Randru won’t help.”

Robert’s hand froze on the knob.

“No matter how many times you try, you won’t be able to erase my memories. It’s impossible. If it were, why would I still remember everything even now?”

She smiled at him as he turned to face her.

“So, why don’t you sit down and have a proper conversation with me?”

Robert hesitated, scrutinizing her expression as if trying to gauge the truth of her words.

Would he leave, or stay and hear her out?

In the end, he chose to stay. He returned to stand across from her, though the politeness in his demeanor had vanished.

What replaced it was hostility—directed at the one who dared to uncover and confront the long-buried secret that his late master had ordered him to protect.

“What is it that you want?”

“What do I want? What are you talking about?”

“Surely you have some demand if you’re bringing this up to me now.”

Judging by his tone, Robert suspected Charlotte had an ulterior motive for raising the subject.

Though his suspicion made sense from his perspective, Charlotte could only feel resentful.

‘I only brought this up for Carcel’s sake.’

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