As I leave the room, I lose my way while descending to the lower floor.
The dining room should be downstairs. Wandering around, I encounter another maid who leads me. I’m saved.
Even the dining room is incredibly spacious. The table is as long as those seen on television.
Sitting in the seat of honor is a middle-aged man sipping coffee. He has his hair combed back and sports a fashionable mustache.
Well, this must be Lian’s father.
To his side is a woman with her makeup done perfectly, with jewels adorning her chest, fingers, and head. Is this Lian’s mother? She’s gorgeous, but the quirked brow and corners of her eyes make her seem nervous.
Facing opposite of the woman is a young man with green eyes and long silver hair. I guess this is Lian’s elder brother. At the sight of me, his whole face lights up into a smile and he beckons. The chair next to him is free. It seems he wants me to sit there.
Amazing.
This is such a splendid breakfast.
Somehow, it looks like the breakfast of a hotel. Scrambled eggs, ham, and salad are served on large, shiny, and white plates. Heaps of fruit. Fluffy bread. Baked pastries decorated with beauty in mind. And they’re presented buffet style.
That being said, I’ve never eaten breakfast with a fork and knife before.
I’m so nervous.
My hand trembles, dropping the fork from the tension. How embarrassing. Not understanding the etiquette, I watch the hands of Lian’s elder brother who’s sitting next to me. Then he calls out my name with a smile.
Lian’s elder brother is extremely handsome. Just go explode already.
Judging from his looks, this elder brother is probably in high school.
“What is it, my cute Lian? Today you’re acting quite mature.”
“Eh, ah, r-really?”
“That’s right. Are you not feeling well? Will you be taking a break from school today?” As he questions me in the voice of a handsome guy, he strokes my head.
He caresses my cheeks. He goes on to caress my nape with graceful hands.
For some reason, I feel tremors running down my spine, wanting to escape. I think it’s scary. Something tells me this instinctively.
“No, I’ll go to school!”
“Is that so? Too bad. I thought I could play with Lian the whole day today…”
He’s still stroking my cheeks, his face drawing near. I want him to release me immediately.
In my heart, I decide not to get too close to Lian’s elder brother.
I leave the mansion.
Standing by the gate are three children.
“Good morning! Lian-sama!”
“Good morning~, Lian-sama!”
Good morning, Lian-sama!”
Gian and Jaiko… Well, since those are male trousers…A boy Jaiko? Mini Gian? Then, there is a mini Suneo.
The three of them line up, turning toward me to smile.
Oh, I remember.
These guys are the three bullies.
Also, they’re Lian’s underlings—I mean, my friends.
Right, currently I am Lian.
That’s why I need to act like him. Don’t let anyone be suspicious of me.
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Nurturing the Hero to Avoid Death
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