He’s My Real Brother, Duke

own self?

 

I didn’t want to blame her either.
However, I didn’t want to die because my neck was cut off.

 

However, Retro had no choice but to be embarrassed again.

 

Hearing those words, Astel’s expression became noticeably paler.

 

Retro really wanted to cry.

 

No matter how much I thought about it, it seemed that it would be better to cut off the head of a monster than to be an escort.

 

 

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I walked alongside the escort, Sir Retro.

 

It was not empty words, but I was sincere when I said that Sir Retro was handsome.

 

Duke Anais was so handsome that I could hear heavenly harmony in my ears, but Sir Retro’s type was also a good-looking man by my standards.

 

Actually, my ideal type was close to a reliable and honest-looking guy like a cow thief.

 

It was my theory that the unknown man should protect and cherish his family without starving three meals a day.

 

However, the most important thing for me right now was not that fact, but to get a hint about the swordsman from him.

 

“Looking from the side, Sir Retro’s more handsome.”

 

“No! My face looks very ugly!”

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However, he, who seemed great in every way, seemed to have a strict assessment of himself.

 

Why?

 

‘Do handsome men have low self-esteem?’

 

I spoke carefully to learn more about him.

 

“Uh… Shall we have tea time together?”

 

“…Oh, no.”

 

“It’s my first time being an escort knight… Unlike the maid, I don’t think it’s right to have tea time with an escort.”

 

“…”

 

He must have sensed that I felt sullen.

 

Sir Retro stopped moving.
And he replied with a trembling voice that didn’t suit his large body, shaking his head.

 

“No, it’s not! I’ll drink tea.
I like tea time.”

 

Astel’s eyes widened and stared at him.

 

It was amazing to see a person who said he would drink tea so grandly.

 

“Do you really like tea?”

 

“Of course!”

 

“I see.
What a cute hobby!”

 

I smiled brightly at him and strode forward.

 

‘He’s a person with low self-esteem, so wouldn’t he open up to me if I compliment him a lot?’

  

 

I decided to give him a blast of compliments while he escorted me.

 

The fact that I mentioned it as a cute hobby was just a statement from my calculation that there would be no one in this world who dislike the word cute.

 

Strangely, however, his face was pale as if he had been sentenced to death.

 

It was a little strange, but fortunately, the tea time preparation proceeded quickly.

 

Soon after, a leisurely tea time in the garden began.

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It was only 10 minutes after I entered the main building of the Duke’s Castle with Sir Retro and told the maids, ‘I want to have tea time’.

 

A pair of pretty chairs were placed opposite each other on a pure white round table next to the garden.

 

The maids moved in an orderly manner and placed black tea and refreshments for afternoon tea on top of the trolley.

 

In front of me, Sir Rietro sat with a restless face.

 

‘From now on, interrogation of the inside atmosphere of the Knights begins!’

 

I smiled happily as I took a sip of warm strawberry-flavored tea.

 

“Strawberry black tea is so delicious! Come to think of it, I want to ask you something.”

 

“Yes, say it haha! Go ahead.”

 

Trying to get straight to the point, I tilted as I saw a hard shell-like armor wrapped around his muscular body.

 

“Why are you…so nervous like that?”

 

He was trembling as if dancing at this moment.

 

Why was he shaking when he looks powerful as if there’s nothing in the world he should be afraid of?

 

He opened his mouth carefully as if answering my question.

 

“I don’t know if it’s okay for me, an iron-cloth man to sit face to face and drink with you…That’s why.”

 

‘You’re kidding, right?’

 

I’m a commoner, and you’re a knight of the great Duke Anais.

 

But it didn’t really seem like a joke.

 

The trembling of his lips was clearly visible.

 

I think he’s serious, but…

 

‘No, what iron-cloth man…? I’ve never heard of this word before.’

 

Iron-cloth man, and stuff like that… Wasn’t it a vocabulary of ancient commoners used by our grandfather’s time?

 

Why would someone with a reputation as a knight of the Duke Castle use it when referring to himself?

 

Sir Retro seemed to have a lot lower self-esteem than I thought.

 

However, even that appearance seemed like seeing myself, so I felt a little sympathy.