She's Not My Sister You Fool

Some words: Hello, this is Lagrange. We're happy you're still reading despite the fact that this update is well behind the manhwa. To tell you, this is actually a secondary blog and we've almost caught up in the manhwa (English Ver.) in our main blog. If you wish to join, only 50 tho, please find the discord link somewhere around here. We will only updating this site once a month in bulk. Thank you. ────── 〔 ✿ 〕────── “Yes, I know. Because the person who brought you to Lagrange was my colleague.” “Colleague?” Did that mean Camille was one of Marquis Deus’ people? “Yes, but in the end, she died without accomplishing her goal. Because she had mistaken you for another child.”  I narrowed my eyes at the cooperative attitude of Damon answering my questions.  ‘I can’t read his intentions.’ I could clearly see his distinct aura, but I didn’t have enough information to figure out what he could be thinking.  ‘At the very least, I don’t think it’s malicious.’ “Wait a minute.” ...

────── 〔 ✿ 〕────── ‘I see you’re not going to acknowledge your ability until the end.’ I felt so uncomfortable that I couldn’t even feel whether the food was going through my nose or through my mouth. I stirred the clear soup with a spoon, recalling the words that Damon whispered. ‘Let’s make a deal.’ The deal with Damon was about keeping each other’s identities a secret. “What’s wrong?”  Usually, I would have been eating with my nose buried on the plate, however, Dietrich gently raised one eyebrow when he saw me hardly eating.  I did a double-take and quickly opened my mouth to gulp down the soup.  “Hm? What do you mean?”  “As expected, that bastard really did something to you.” “It’s not like that.”  I quickly made an excuse and tore the bread beside the soup. ‘Did Damon arrive home safely?’ I didn’t even apologize for the torn lips he had to suffer when I stuffed the baguette in his mouth. Dietrich didn’t take his eyes off me even though I expressed that I wa...

────── 〔 ✿ 〕────── I forgot that the study was located on the first floor of the mansion with a window facing the garden. I caught hold of the window sill and stared blankly at Dietrich who had jumped over the ledge, then quickly shook my head to return to my senses.  “It’s nothing. It was just a joke.” “A joke?” “Yeah, a joke. So—“ Before I knew it, I was looking alternately at Dietrich, who had pulled out a sword infused with energy, and Damon, who had generated an ice crystal on top of his hand to protect himself.  “Shall we put down our weapons?” ‘When did he use his abilities again?’ I sighed as I looked at the white sphere which didn’t lose its coldness despite the approaching spring season.  “Okay?” “If that bastard lifts his magic first.” “If His Graces removes that frightening sword first, then I, too, will remove my magic.” It’s unfortunate that they’re people who refuse to listen.  I had no choice but to go in between Dietrich and Damon, spreading my arms ...