Chapter 64

Instinctively, I let out a "hup" and took a defensive stance, but then, what do you know? A large hand reached for my cheek and...

It pinched me gently, not causing any pain.

"What are you doing? Why are you pinching me?"

My pronunciation was off because my cheek was being held.

"This is how your pronunciation gets off too."

"No, you’re doing some weird experiment."

When I pushed away Dad’s hand, it fell off easily, as if he hadn’t intended to hold it for long.

"Are you abusing a child?"

At that moment,

I was startled by a voice I had never heard before and turned my head.

There, Belus, who had been reading a book, put it down and was staring at me.

'What nonsense is he talking?'

I was flabbergasted. What is he saying?

"I didn’t know that the great Pierre, who is said to be as strong as the head of the house and uninterested in anything, had a hobby of tormenting a child who won’t even come to his knees."

I realized.

'This kid is picking a fight with me.'

It was a natural and smooth provocation, as if he had been waiting for it.

They say children are a reflection of their parents.

Our older brothers don’t even have mirrors, so where did he learn such excellent character traits?

Maybe it’s because he’s still growing.

"You hear all sorts of things."

Fortunately, Dad was an adult.

"Don’t talk to me unnecessarily if you don’t want to chase after me."

...I didn’t say he was an adult in the truest sense.

Really, it was a cold relationship between father and son.

"I don’t have a dad."