Chapter 23

"Hey, hey. Look at that guy's, I mean, that person's hair."

"What? What's so special about a kid's hair... Oh."

All the boys checked out my hair.

Because of its particularly vivid color, it had made the elders expect that I would manifest great water power.

Though it was a story from a previous chapter.

"...It's a direct descendant, isn't it?"

"I've heard of it. Three years ago, a daughter was born to Lord Pierre... It was mentioned recently, too!"

"Oh, that's her? How annoying..."

"Hey, let's back off. Anyway, it's just a junior agent; we can deal with it later."

"...What bad luck."

The boys, who had been hesitant just from looking at me, soon backed away, glaring at Agenor.

"You're lucky!"

I turned my head to watch the boys retreat.

Agenor was already staring at me intently.

I marveled inwardly.

'Wow, he looks just like Pierre. No, is he even more beautiful?'

As I mentioned, the story of when I met my brother in a previous chapter was when I was close to adulthood, so seeing him as a child was a bit surprising.

'Merfolk, except for certain types, mostly have pale skin.'

Moreover, the stronger a merfolk is, the more beautiful they tend to be.

He had a dazzling beauty.

However, how should I put it? It was like something for display?

It didn't give me any stimulation at all.

The resentment in Agenor's eyes, which had been glaring at me, didn't last more than a few seconds.

"Why did you interfere?"

His voice was clear, unlike the trembling pretense he had just put on.

Moreover, the fact that he didn't reveal his hair color even while angry showed that he was still meticulous.

I clicked my tongue inwardly.

To speak like this to a sister he had just met for the first time.

'Sure enough, this family is not cut out to be a nurturing family.'

Of course, I also had no intention of living a carefree life; I planned to survive appropriately and then set off to meet a dragon.

But before that, I should have a conversation with him, right?

I didn't intend to cut off all communication.

I smiled.

"Don't you know me?"

Agenor just glared at me without answering.

Fine, if he won't communicate, I'll have to change my approach.

I pointed at Agenor with my short finger.

"Brother, right?"

At that moment, Agenor's eyes widened slightly before returning to normal. It was a fleeting moment.

This whale kid probably thinks he's good at managing his expressions.

But I'm a time traveler. Do you think I'm just an ordinary person, you brat?

Moreover, I know all the truths.

"...What are you talking about? Get lost."

"I'll decide whether to leave or not. By the way, you speak well, don't you?"

As expected, his expression was one of 'what are you trying to do,' proving he wasn't a nurturing brother.

If he had such a cute face, shouldn't he at least flinch when I say, "Brother, right?"

Tsk, tsk, that's why this family is so cold.

This crazy whale family.

"Anyway, it doesn't match the timid muttering you were doing just now."

"What does that have to do with you? Mind your own business. Get lost right now."

Agenor brushed himself off and stood up.

He was probably around nine years old, but his size was excessively large.

He was incomparably bigger than someone like Charon in our class.

Yeah, you have to be this big to boast about your strength.

I smiled inwardly and crossed my short arms.

Or rather, I tried to cross them with effort.

This body really doesn't help with posing.

But I was still confident.

Regardless of whether Agenor's face showed a look of 'what the hell is this guy doing?'

I boldly blocked his path and asked.

"Aren't you going to greet me?"

"...Why should I greet you?"

"Just now, I saved you, didn't I?"

"...What? Saved me?"

I nodded.

"Yeah, those collateral relatives were trying to kill you. Even if you're a direct descendant, killing someone without a clear reason can be grounds for expulsion."

The three direct descendants of this family.

These baby whales are all broken in their own ways.

"So what?"

Agenor glared at me.

"I could have done it without getting caught... But you ruined it."

Look at this. Look at this.

Their common trait is that they can't empathize with others' feelings.

They have to memorize emotions rather than feel them.

But the third one, who wanted attention, was the most twisted.

'At least the third one is the best...'

I knew very well that in the third cycle, these brothers genuinely accepted me as a comrade and the head of the family, and in the end, they died for me.

'Sigh, there's nothing I can do.'

Now, without any intention of hiding, the same hair color as mine appeared above Agenor's head.

His glaring eyes showed no admiration or affection for his newly met sister.

Seeing his rebellious gaze after a long time, I made a decision.

'It would be great if Charon were here.'

It would be so nice if I could explain to him how he ended up with a punch.

Well, this agency was originally meant for such a purpose.

"Whales, the strong take everything."