My Uncle and I Choose the Life That Will Not Be Ruined

CH 2

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bothering you?”

“Oh, no.
Um…”

As Miriella was hesitating whether to tell them about her uncle strange behavior in the afternoon or not, the door of the dining room opened.

(Waaa, here it comes!)

It was Leon, who opened the door and walked in, and Miriella opened her eyes and mouth wide.

The last time she saw him was 3 years ago, she didn't remember him at all, only vaguely that his distinctive red hair.

She was wondering what was correct to say in this situation, “Hi Uncle, long time no see” or “Nice to meet you”.
Her parents were in the same situation, after years without seeing him, they were silently looking at him with their eyes open wide, trying to compare the image of the 15-years-old boy to the actual person in front of them.

Miriella's father has a dubious look on his face, and her mother has a blatantly disgusted look on her face.
Normally, Miriella would have acted like that, but today is different, she is very curious about him.

“It's been a while, Leon.
Ehmm…
What's going on?”

“Good to see you again, brother.
I'm here just for dinner.”

Miriella's father, the duke Fowlders, raised an eyebrow, but did say nothing more.

A maid rushed to inform the kitchen's chef and when Leon was taking a seat, she came back with additional plates on a wagon.
Leon looked around the room for a bit, then settled into a chair next to Miriella.

(I can't believe he's shouting like that in the middle of the day and now, he shows up at the dinner table for the first time in years! There's definitely something wrong with him! I've to know! I've to know! )

Normally, it is at dinner time, when parents and children would have a conversation, but all of them seemed to be struggling to think about what to do.

Of course, Miriella was also glancing at him sideways, while thinking that her uncle looked like this and that.
Leon, however, silently cleared the dinner plates and hastily drank all the water's jar.

“Well, then.
Excuse me, I've to leave.
Have a good night.”

After saying so, he stood up and walked towards the door.
Just a moment before crossing the door, Leon turned back and looked at Miriella.

(Kiii, I'm curious! Really curious!)

Her parents were still in shock even after he left the room, but Miriella wasn't.
She hastily finished her dinner, just as her uncle did, and went out.

　***

The air was tense in front of Leon's door.
There is Miriella and beside her, Melisa, her personal maidservant, who heard her uncle's screams at afternoon too.
Both are standing in front of the door, side by side, they exchange glances again and again, until Miriella decides to knock the door.

“Come in”
“!”

After looking back at Melisa with wide eyes, she put her hand on the knob and turned it slowly.

“Excuse me…
Uncle?”

“Hi, Miriella.
I've been waiting for you.”

Maybe because it's the first time she has seen her uncle dressed as an noble, or because he says “I've been waiting for you” but it makes her look at her uncle with a tense fear.
The Eighteen-year-old Leon is a tall man like her father, but very thin, probably because didn't leave his room nor make exercises nor eat properly.
But his smooth, red hair is beautiful, and his eyes, which were before hidden by his long hair, are a deep blue, like the clear sky.

Miriella determined that even if he makes the people feel nervous, has a sweet face that is likely to be popular with the ladies.
Without paying any attention to Miriella, who was staring rudely at him, Leon offered her a seat.
She sat down on the couch in front of him.

“Well, Miriella.
Do you want to make a deal with me?”