She's Not My Sister You Fool

  Chapter 8. Let You Go ────── 〔✿〕────── Dietrich was a little annoyed. Although his face was impassive and neat as usual and his eyes were as cool as glass beads that did not show any emotions, his agitated fingertips trembled a little.  “What is the meaning of this?” "............." “Have you gone crazy?”  Hermann, whose hair was caught by his hand, asked as he fumed, and he admitted calmly.  “That’s right.”  He was crazy. He was going crazy with anger.  The veins on his forehead bulged, and the swelling was so tight that he couldn’t stand it. To say it literally, his eyes had rolled.  “Should I kill you?” The words that came out of his lips contrary to his intentions made Hermann’s pupils shake.  “Wh-what do you mean?”  Dietrich demonstrated extraordinary patience and loosened the strength of his hand that was about to break his neck. Hermann stutteringly opened his mouth. “Grand Duke, the rotation is the day after tomorrow. Do you intend ...

  Dietrich often had his own way, but he was basically a meticulous person.  He began to keep an eye on my behavior to the point where I thought it was a little over the top whenever he took his eyes off me.  For example, he didn’t really get involved with anyone I met in the castle, but whenever I tried to leave the castle, he would come running and stick an escort to me or he would accompany me himself. ‘So the letters from Hermann must have been intercepted in the middle of it all.’  It was impossible to put him to sleep once again since the method I had already used won’t work twice.  ‘If I want to sneak out of Lagrange, I have no chance except when he’s out of the castle.’  Recognizing my situation, Hermann sent a reply that he would send someone to take advantage of the opportunity while Dietrich was on the battlefield.  [As long as you come back to Euclid, there is no reason to continue this useless war.] I sank onto the chair with relief after ...

  Fortunately, Dietrich didn’t catch me and then grilled me.  ‘What is he doing?’ After collecting twigs and making fire, he searched his pockets and pulled out some envelopes.  ‘Hm?’ I sniffed my nostrils for something, but I was surprised to find out the identity of the envelopes that were burning with smoke and I raised my two front paws on my forehead.  ‘Aren’t those letters from Euclid?’  The picture of the eagle piercing the sun was obviously Euclid, and that was Hermann's seal. Since the wax seal had been torn, it seemed that the contents had already been examined.  ‘No wonder there was no answer!’  There was no reply to the letter I had sent that I needed more time to think thus I had been thinking of contacting him again.  I was stunned and hopped out towards the fire to see what Hermann had written. ‘Ack, it’s hot.’  When I poked my flaring nose, the hot fire heats up my cheeks. I didn’t even know that my whiskers were scorched and ...