The Strongest Brother Lost His Memory Chapter 9

The boy's face resembled the young man from my mories. The divine wolf beast in his arms was also familiar. After all, that beast had been imprisoned with for ten years.

When I returned to the temple before my regression, I had been subjected to an experint—"communicating with the divine beast."

The temple had long coveted Zahid’s divine wolf beast. And in the end, they succeeded in taking it from him.

Without any sense of ti, I was locked away underground with that beast, subjected to all kinds of experints.

"Communicate! Find out how to control the divine beast! If His Eminence is to beco its true master, we must know!"

Zahid had originally been an intruder who had dug through tunnels just to see his divine beast.

A handso young man with jet-black hair and mysterious violet eyes.

When he first saw imprisoned with his beast, he had been utterly shocked.

"Your na is Rosie? How old are you?"

"...I ca back to the temple when I was twelve... but I've been locked up and experinted on ever since. I don’t know how much ti has passed. What year is it now? How old am I?"

It was only when I first t Zahid that I learned my actual age. Back then, I was nineteen.

Divine power weakened whenever the full moon rose. Naturally, the temple’s security also beca lax.

Zahid took advantage of that opening, sneaking into the underground prison once every full moon.

For three years, we t without fail, steadily growing closer.

We talked about everything—my life, his life, the past and present of the world around us.

"Thanks to him, even after regressing, I have a clear path forward. Zahid, you really are my savior..."

Zahid’s fourth broken engagent.

I knew this news would co around this ti.

The mont to seek him out was approaching.

I picked up my quill again and began writing.

My handwriting was still a bit shaky, but noticeably more refined.

Heidi’s eyes widened.

"Lady Rosie? Since when did you beco so proficient at writing...?"

Back at the Noart manor, I had never learned to read or write.

As soon as I arrived, Julian had brought in a flood of private tutors. Yet, all of them had been baffled.

"She’s incredibly bright and grasps everything so quickly... So why is she struggling so much with writing?"

Even I had no answer. For so reason, learning to write had always been difficult for .

In the end, before my regression, I had learned to write from Zahid. And it had taken a very long ti.

"Mm, it’s still a secret for now, alright? In front of my relatives, I’m still pretending not to know how to read and write. It’s a good way to buy ti..."

Flashing Heidi a small smile, I gathered the letter about the engagent and left my room.

I didn’t have the Noart family seal. And without a seal, no docunt held legal authority.

"But my brother has one. I just need to use his."

I was determined to make this engagent happen. For Zahid’s sake, and for mine.

Truthfully, my feelings for Zahid weren’t just gratitude and friendship.

Before my regression, I had liked him. I just never got the chance to confess because of our circumstances.

Calling it unrequited love didn’t feel right—Zahid had seed to feel the sa way. He just couldn’t say it either.

"There was definitely sothing between us. If there hadn’t been those damn iron bars between us, things would’ve turned out differently."

Of course, he wouldn’t rember any of that now.

"This ti, I’ll stay close to him from the very start."

Clutching the letter, my face was full of blatant ambition.

"Sure, this engagent is just a ans to rescue Zahid for now... but maybe, if things go well, we’ll naturally end up married."

With those thoughts in mind, I headed toward Julian’s room with Heidi.

"Oh?"

"Gasp..."

We ran into Roystan again.

Despite my previous remarks, he was still wearing clothes made from Etton fabric.

"Wow. So, keeping up with fashion trends really is more important to him than the Noart family’s stance, huh?"

If Grandfather were here, he would have scolded Roystan without hesitation for wearing sothing linked to the temple.

"This is exactly why the family fell after he died..."

I let out a sigh.

"Ahem. Ahem."

Even though I had stopped in my tracks to openly stare at him, Roystan didn’t react. He just averted his eyes and hurried past us.

"Looks like Murloc must have scolded him."

Heidi whispered beside .

"Whoa, that’s a first. He just ignored us and walked away?"

After a brief hesitation, I leaned on my tiptoes and whispered back into Heidi’s ear.

"That violent brat must’ve finally learned the terror of money. He’s growing as a person—thanks to ."

At my solemn insight, Heidi let out a small giggle.

Finally, we arrived at Julian’s room.

Despite the bright morning sun, Julian was still sprawled out asleep.

A stark contrast to the past, when he used to wake up before dawn every single day.

Instead, Shulva greeted with a slight smile.

"Lady Rosie, welco. I was just in the middle of trying to wake Julian up."

Shulva Lodiac.

Though he and Julian had grown up as childhood friends in the sa town, he always maintained a strict line between personal and professional matters. He was one of the most competent people by Julian’s side.

"I was the butcher’s only son, and Shulva was the youngest son of a blacksmith. He was always the studious, boring type..."

That was how Julian had once described Shulva to .

"He’s rigid, but he’s the best lieutenant anyone could ask for. When he chooses to follow soone, his loyalty is absolute. You can trust him with anything. I even told him to listen to everything my Rosie-Rosie says."

It was true that Shulva was fiercely loyal to his master.

Before my regression, Shulva had left Noart Manor alongside Julian. And in the end, he died protecting him.

‘In conclusion...’

I looked at Shulva and smiled slightly.

‘He’s soone I can trust.’

Shulva t my gaze and awkwardly cleared his throat.

I spoke confidently.

"Shulva, bring my brother’s seal."

"Yes, my lady."

He replied politely and turned toward the drawer. Since he had already given it to yesterday, it didn’t seem out of place.

In the anti, I nudged the sprawled-out Julian, trying to wake him up.

"Brother, brother. Wake up, okay?"

"Ugh... I’m sleepy...."

"Then just stamp this docunt and go back to sleep."

"Huh?"

Julian blinked groggily.

"Is there still sothing left for you to take from ?"

"No, not a single thing. You don’t own anything anymore. Don’t worry."

"...Then why does that sound more ominous than anything else?"

His sleepy gaze drifted to the necklace I was wearing.

"Hey, kiddo. Maybe try wearing sothing more suited for a little girl next ti. That thing looks like you’re about to summon the Sun God or sothing. What’s with the over-the-top design?"

"Hing."

And, as usual, he just had to pick a fight.

"It looks like your neck’s about to snap. And it’s completely tasteless. Gives bad vibes just looking at it."

I slowly nodded in agreent.

"Yeah. That’s understandable, considering it was the first thing you ever bought for . Your taste was bound to be awful."

"..."

Julian, at a loss for words, just yawned and closed his eyes again. anwhile, Shulva handed over the seal, already inked and ready.

"Still sleepy? Just pour so magic into it, stamp it, and go back to sleep."

Not missing my chance, I swiftly pulled out the docunt.

Just as I grabbed Julian’s hand and pressed the seal onto the paper—

"No, you can’t!"

Shulva, having finally read the contents of the docunt, shouted in alarm.

"Lady Rosie, t-this has to be a joke, right?"

"Nope."

I casually shrugged as I picked up the perfectly sealed docunt.

"This is a completely genuine, heartfelt, and sincere docunt, crafted with every ounce of my dedication and devotion."

Shulva practically scread, looking like he was about to cry.

"But Lady Rosie! Y-y-you can’t be serious! An engagent?!"

At that, Julian’s eyes snapped open.

"What? Engagent?"

Completely ignoring Julian’s now-dangerous muttering, Shulva frantically spewed words in a panic.

"Lady Rosie, do you have any idea what you’ve done? If you even ntion the word ‘engagent,’ Julian will spend the entire year wallowing in despair, breaking everything in his room while mourning his lost dignity! He won’t be able to sleep for months!"

"Not the current Julian, he won’t."

"B-but he might recover his mories at any mont!"

Shulva cried out in desperation.

"And when he does, he’ll curse everything under the sun and eventually kill the innocent underling who handed over his seal—which is !"

"Calm down, Shulva. There’s always a chance he’ll never regain his mories and stay this helpless forever. In that case, you’ll get to keep your precious life."

I consoled him with a serene tone.

At that, Julian suddenly shot up from the bed, furious.

"Hey! What the hell do you an, I’m in a ‘helpless state’? Huh?"

"Wow, brother, you’re fully awake now! You seem really energetic this morning."

"And what do you an, ‘engagent’?! You’re just a tiny brat!"

"Oh."

I mumbled as I looked at Julian, as if solving another piece of a puzzle.

"So, seventeen-year-old you has a lot of anger inside. That’s interesting. You never used to get mad before."