She's Not My Sister You Fool

  ────── 〔✿〕────── “Hurry, let it down!” “Hurry, hurry!” I got off the carriage before even going through the drawbridge, and in this hot weather, sweating profusely, I sighed as I saw Maslow and Riesling pestering the knight who was opening the drawbridge.  “Don’t fret, I’m not going anywhere. Be calm like Rose…..” I wanted to tell them to wait, but instead of rushing the knight like the other two children, Rose brought a pole from somewhere, stepped on the drawbridge that had not been fully unloaded, and jumped over to me. “Anissa!!!” “What if you get hurt? Have you no fear?”  It seems that Rose’s physical abilities were better than I thought. As I wiped the tears from Rose’s eyes, the child smiled softly and hugged me. “Anissa, I really, really missed you.” “Yeah. I really missed you too, Rose.” Before I know it, the children who crossed the drawbridge hugged me like they were clinging to me. Meanwhile, Maslow and Riesling had grown so big that I was buried surrounded by boys of my

  ────── 〔✿〕────── The time that I didn't want to pass by inevitably passed, and the morning I had hoped not to come finally came. ‘......How do I get up now?’ I didn't cause an accident because I was drunk, but my thin face was so hot that I didn’t have the confidence to endure the morning. [1] ‘Should I go out first before he wakes up?’ When I turned around and checked, Dietrich was still sound asleep. The warm morning sun gathered over his dense eyelashes. His figure was like a beautiful sculpture adorning the garden that I held my breath for a moment. ‘He’s really handsome no matter what.’ I stared at the fine shadow on his neat forehead and turned my back in surprise at the moment he frowned slightly. “You can keep looking.” So he wasn’t asleep. I bit my tongue at Dietrich's languid voice and closed my eyes tightly with a feeling of wanting to die. There was nothing more embarrassing than being caught peeking. “You’re awake?” I tried to clear my voice, pretending to be

  ────── 〔✿〕────── I didn’t know what kind of coercion Dietrich used, but the room that was eventually changed had a more glamorous and antique look. ‘The ceiling is made of glass.’  As if boasting that it was the tallest building in Kirov, the ceiling of the room on the top floor of the hotel seemed to touch the sky. In addition, the front was made of glass, so it felt as if I had stepped into the sky. “Hmm.”  I glanced at Dietrich's back as he unpacked without making eye contact with me from the moment I entered the room. ‘Normally, he would have asked a servant to do it.’ As I squinted my eyes wondering why he was doing that, I then turned my attention to the bed that seemed to be announcing its tremendous presence. “Is there only one bed?”   The round bed that occupied the middle of the room was big enough for four people to roll around, but in the end, it was just one. I couldn’t have seen it because I also have eyes, but he nodded awkwardly as if it was only then that he knew