First Of All, Lets Hide My Younger Brother

Chapter 17

As soon as he entered Aster’s room, Ritaus walked towards Aster along the magazine covered floor.

“What are you doing?”

Ritaus’s field of vision was filled with newspapers strewn across the floor as Aster flipped through the newspaper, cut out, and pasted certain articles into his notebook.

It was the same story.

“I’m cutting out some articles. Ritaus, is this the bride who left you?”

Aster held out his notebook with newspaper articles and photographs attached. Ritaus, who was staring at the album, furrowed his brows.

The articles Aster was collecting were about his ex-fiancée Kayla Vesta. They were all articles covering the same event. Photos and printouts showed Kayla curstying faintly at Berg Station. Aster was just collecting photos and prints of Kayla.

“What are you going to do with them?”

When Ritaus asked, Aster’s expression became innocent as a lamb.

“Isn’t this photo funny?”

The photo of the article that Aster showed was of Kayla struggling with her face covered in blood.

“Is your hobby collecting funny pictures?”

It was a picture that appeared worse than it really was. Ritaus wondered why Aster had picked it up.

“Is something wrong? She’s so bright that I can’t take my eyes off her.”

Ritaus remembered how Aster looked at Kayla at Berg station.

He thought Kayla leaping in defense of the trembling Aster was a blunder, however, it seems not.

“At first, I was going to buy only one or two newspapers, but somehow I ended up buying everything.”

Aster’s appearance resembled that of a fan that followed the knights of the Kratie Academy.

“Thanks to this girl, I was able to escape safely without being brave. Even if it was a little late, I would have had to use my powers.”

“If you did, I would have to inform the Palace.”

Aster looked at the photo of Kayla that he had cut out.”

“So the efforts were still in vain.”

“You’ve become a big fan,” Ritaus spoke with indignation as he looked at more newspaper articles on the ground.

“Do you mean to say this is fanaticism?”

When Aster started, as if he had been enlightened, Ritaus repented and said:

“I shouldn’t have said that.”

“Then, as a fan, what would you send her? What can I send? A doll? Flower?”

“Why are you suddenly interested in Kayla Vesta?”

“Ritaus is afraid that you will send Kayla a gift,” said the spirit that remained with him.

“Since you are elemental, are there spirits around you right now?”

Aster closed his eyes to Ritaus’s words.

“That’s what I hate about my spirit.”

Aster, the last of the Spirit King’s blood descendants, was the only person who could speak to spirits, an elemental.

For Ritaus, the elemental’s existence was more alien than magic because he could not sense or see them.

“What did they say?”