First Of All, Lets Hide My Younger Brother

Chapter 43

"A long time ago, there were many people who listened to our voices."

Astaire paused, listening to the voices of the spirits whispering incessantly.

"Call us anytime."

The attention of all the trees and grasses on the park's lawns shifted to Aster. It was as if they wanted to show that they were here.

"We're always there for you."

The spirits of earth, water, wind, and light gathered around Aster.

"The last descendant of the Spirit King…"

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The old, haggard Duke returned to the Aster residence.

"Let's go back to Lythi."

Behind the old man stood Count Ajar's family, waiting for Aster.

"When did you get here?"

Astaire glared at the old man. The old man approached Astaire with a sad smile. A dry, twig-like wrist stroked Aster's head. The skin was as dry as old wood and felt rough.

"I heard the news and came here."

Although the old man was in his 60s at best, he seemed to be over 80. He grew old too soon, burying first his wife and then his daughter. Now, the only family the old man had left was the grandson in front of him.

"...Grandpa will leave again."

He worked nonstop for his only grandchild. He didn't have time to just stay in the manor and spend time with him.

"Grandpa has prepared something for you. If everything works out, I can stay with you forever."

He didn't tell him what it was, but Duke Lithia's eyes were convincing. This will undoubtedly help his grandson.

"Hold this."

The old Duke hung a key-shaped necklace around Aster's neck.

"I'll tell you when I'm done." You must never lose this key.

Astaire looked down at the necklace around her neck. The key-shaped pendant was a design suitable for both men and women. The spirits whispered that Grandpa was cooking something, but Aster didn't even know what it was.

"Useless thing again..."

He didn't expect what kind of work it would be. He may have conspired with other powers to recognize him as a Prince, or…

"Are you preparing for treason?"

A rueful smile appeared on Astaire's lips. The poor Duke, who did not know his grandson's heart, gently rubbed his cheek.

Clear, glowing skin, silky pink hair, and amethyst-bright eyes. The grandson who took over the face of his daughter Lydiana. The face reminded him of his long-dead wife, Callie, who had died in his memory.

Lydiane looked more like the Duke of Lythi than Calli. However, her pink hair and purple eyes, spirit realms, were inherited by her daughter and grandson.

Thirty years after losing Callie, the image of Callie in Duke Lythi's memory was still alive, as if he had met her yesterday. Purple eyes like amethyst and soft pink hair,

"I'm much older than you... are you going to be okay?"

It was when the Duke of Lythi was a 25-year-old young man that he met Callie, who was one of the few survivors in the Spirit Realm. At that time, he didn't even know that she was the only surviving royal.