Chapter 80

"Master Logan's older brother...!?"

Amelia's surprised voice echoed through the library.

"Yes, Claude-sama is Logan-sama's older brother by three years."

While wiping off the dirt from the book she had just received from Claude, Sylphie calmly spoke.

"I see, that makes sense..."

"They do share a lot of similarities, both in appearance and aura,"

Sylphie articulated what Amelia had been thinking.

"Though their personalities are completely different,"

Sylphie's voice carried a subtle edge.

"Claude-sama is a soldier in the Truah Kingdom's military. He usually handles military duties, so it's rare for him to be at this mansion..."

(So, he is a military officer after all...)

Amelia felt a strange sense of understanding, and the threads of memory began to stretch in her mind.

– The parents of that family, which had a long lineage of martial artists, lavished their affection on the older brother, who was more talented in martial arts than the younger one.

This was something Logan had mentioned before.

At that time, Logan's eyes were filled with complex emotions.

Logan and Claude.

It was easy to imagine that there was some kind of tension between the two brothers.

(He's tall and has a commanding presence... but he seems to really care about books...)

Amelia glanced at the book in Sylphie's hands.

Noticing her gaze, Sylphie said, "Ah..."

"This book is the one Claude-sama brought the last time he visited the mansion."

"Last time, you mean..."

"Yes. Every time Claude-sama comes to the mansion, he visits this library and takes one book with him."

"I see, he must be a book lover."

Amelia said this casually, and Sylphie responded with a vague, "Yes, probably."

"But this book looks quite worn out."

"Since Claude-sama is a soldier, he often goes to dangerous places. He almost always brings the book back in this condition."

Her voice conveyed a subtle mix of emotions towards Claude—apparent respect and confusion about his actions.

"Every time, I have to repair it... but I've gotten used to it."

Sylphie sighed, like a mother washing a child's dirty clothes.

(He really is a mysterious person, hard to read...)

As she listened to Sylphie, Amelia thought to herself.