Talented Baby Squirrel

Chapter 2

*Beaty's POV*

Carls said, "Hello. The lost baby squirrel."

Lost baby squirrel...? He means I am just causing trouble but if I run away to survive...?

The butler shouted. "Young master! The young Lady is at an extremely sensitive age right now!

Does that mean I am a fugitive? Like run away? I have never been to the duke's castle, but I have seen him through portraits, so I know that face.

Carlitus El Aslan. From the age of ten, he was a genius swordsman who roamed the battlefield like his home. Since he has no mercy, his hair was dyed blood red. People call him 'Lion Lord'. This person. Is my brother. Because I am a sister, so he doesn't like me?

Carls walked over to me bending over, "Sister. Why do you... smell like snakes?"

Snakes? Anyway... Alsan's golden eye. Even just one look from him is enough to intimidate others. Is it the pupils of the beast man...? But his words are different from the ones I have heard. I don't feel pressured. I feel comfortable and warm. Just like a void being filled with..

"You!", Carls calls me interrupting my thoughts.

I filched at his voice. The look on his face is showing that he doesn't like the fact that I am a little sister.

"You!", he calls me again, "Aren't you afraid of me?"

What? I don't understand, why that question? "Yes?" I replied still unsure why was that the question he asked. Carls smiles at me picking me up and does something what seems like a hug. 

"Alright. Now, this is exactly what you should smell like.", Carls says with a smile.

I started at him blankly confused on what he means. This is the first time experiencing something like this... what should I do?

"Are you dead? Why don't you move?" Carls asked

The butler shock by these words shouted, "Young Master! What are you saying!?"

I am confused by these words, but I must keep my distance. My heart is about to jump out. I get off of Carls and sat down on the couch curing up. Why did he do that? Doesn't he hate me?

The butler panicked, "L,Lady..! Are you okay?! Young Master! She is still young, so she must be treated carefully do that she won't get hurt!"

"I haven't even drawn my sword, if she gets hurt, she won't live long?", Carls repiled with a calm tone as if it were normal.

What?! Sword!? This is the first time we have met, and he is still thinking about drawing his sword or not?

Carls continued, " Anyway this thing..."

" 'This thing'? What! You can't call your sister like that!" The butler argued.

"Then what?" Carls argues back, "Lost squirrel..hmm.., what about squirrels? She doesn't have a name."

A name....

-past life (Beaty age 10)-

"Will you take on 'Half-hearthed' next month?

"Will you have a part?"

"I will keep an eye on the gem ribbon first so don't touch it!"

I didn't have a name until I was 10 years old. Everyone called me the 'Half-hearthed' all the time. 

"That... But why do we call the Lady 'Half-hearthed'? Aren't we supposed to do that to nobles?"

"What are you talking about! Look at how Viscount Firina treats that 'Half-hearthed'! Why can't we call her that?"

"Right. Also, she really is half-hearted. Have you seen those black eyes?"

Black eyes.... Dragon's eyes, snake's eyes, lion's eyes. The eyes of the beast men in the kingdom are golden. The stronger the blood of the beast man, the more intense the golden lustre of the golden eye. Especially the Aslan beast men like me. all famous for their golden eyes. But why am i the only one with black?

-Present-

No...! It's me of the past. I am neither nameless nor half-hearted. I have a name! When I was ten years old in my past life, my name was attached to the first and last letter my father ever sent me. Maybe he was just writing a rough draft and sending it off. But even so... I know what my name is... so, I will protect it.

"I do have a name!", I shouted at my brother and the butler confidently, "Beaty! That is my name!"

As if to prove the fact that father do not care about me. Even though that is the name that was thrown to me when I was 10 years old, if I cherish the name that I was given, it would be a meaningful one.

The two people gave me weird faces that I was unfamiliar about. I can't tell what they are thinking through their experssions....or perhaps... do they think I am stepping out of the line?