~Chapter 4~
Yulian was speechless for a moment.
…Was this little brat telling him to hand over all his property?
His head spun.
“Come on, hurry up.”
Rossi urged him anxiously.
“There’s no time.”
The seal he was holding trembled in his hand.
The Noart family seal, stamped with a raven emblem…
It wasn’t that it looked unfamiliar—it just… felt so wrong.
“Hey, kid, are you already talking about money so soon? Huh?”
Yulian glared at Rossi suspiciously, stalling.
“What are you planning to do with this? Blowing on jewels and dresses… Have you already gotten a taste for spending money?”
Rossi’s voice went soft and sad.
“C’mon, I just wear what you bought me.”
“…”
When Yulian couldn’t even find words, Rossi added, genuinely comforting.
“It’s okay. I thought you were super flashy with money too, back then. But hey, let’s look on the bright side—finally, we agree on something!”
He sighed in defeat.
This “brother who showers me with money” wasn’t who he remembered.
He’d had terrible memories of Mom and Valia Noart—and the thought of clinging to the Noart estate felt wrong.
He was perfectly fine back in the butcher shop where he grew up, and planned to go back there. That was his mindset at seventeen, unchanged.
So seeing Rossi piled with luxury goods just made him panic.
He never expected to suddenly have to take responsibility for a brat who clearly loved spending money.
Yulian’s thoughts spun.
“Hey, kid.”
“I’m not a kid, I’m Rossi.”
“If I leave the estate, what about you? I’m honestly thinking of ditching everything and going back to the butcher shop.”
He cleared his throat and looked at Rossi.
“Would you come with me?”
He pictured his old, humble butcher’s stall in his mind.
Rossi just stared at him, then spoke right away:
“I’m not leaving the estate.”
“Oh.”
Yulian nodded slowly.
That made total sense.
Who wouldn’t rather stay here as a noble granddaughter instead of returning to a rundown butcher shop?
And honestly, maybe splitting up now was for the best.
Rossi pressed the document at him again.
“But why aren’t you stamping it? Hurry up—it’s urgent.”
“Wait, kid—”
“I said I’m Rossi. And anyway, you were going to ditch everything and go back to the butcher, right? If it wasn’t for me, you probably didn’t even know you had any property here.”
Yulian gaped.
He truly didn’t know he even had an estate—until Rossi brought it up.
When he said “ditch it all,” he’d only meant his status as heir, not the actual wealth. But now…
Yulian’s eyes darted, and Rossi cocked her head.
“Wait—are you going back on your word? Does ‘going back to the butcher’ include lying about it?”
“Dammit, no! Give me that thing—now!”
“Eek—okay, okay. I’ll lay it out nice and neat.”
Yulian snorted, then gripped the seal more firmly. Maybe, just maybe, he could leave his old “brotherly” seal behind for the sister staying here alone.
“You’ll put some mana into it, right? Otherwise an official document won’t be valid.”
Rossi asked nervously.
“Of course! You think I’m an idiot?”
Without hesitation, Yulian infused his mana and stamped the seal. Only then did he think, Is she provoking me on purpose?
“Phew…”
Relief finally washed over Rossi’s face.
“Hey, kid.”
Yulian’s frown returned—he couldn’t help scolding her.
“Since you’re my sister now… and I guess you’re taking inheritance money, whatever it is, spend it wisely. Don’t blow it all at once, get it?”
Still, he felt oddly bitter inside.
According to Schulva and Rossi, he’d pampered this girl dearly. But the moment he lost his memory, she jumped straight to money matters.
He wondered if all their closeness had just been because he lavished her with gems and dresses before.
Just then—without warning—the door burst open.
“We heard Lord Yulian has woken up!”
“Is it true he regained consciousness at dawn?”
Chaos erupted in the room.
People he’d never seen before stormed in.
“Lord Yulian, please handle this first. The deadline’s almost up.”
“This was due this morning—remember you agreed to stamp it today.”
“If you don’t seal it now, there’ll be big trouble! And don’t forget to put your mana in! Otherwise they’ll accuse us of forgery! Everyone—even commoners—do it that way!”
They shoved papers at him. His injured body swayed unsteadily.
“W-what… is all this…?”
He tried scanning the documents, but the vocabulary was too dense.
Not a single line made sense.
“I…I don’t really know….”
“If you don’t know, just stamp it! It’s nothing, just a stamp!”
They pressed in more urgently than ever.
Rossi, clutching her own papers, slipped quietly into a corner.
Schulva finally raised his voice.
“Everyone, step back! Lord Yulian needs absolute rest!”
But nobody paid him any mind.
“Time’s running out! Someone’s life is at stake!”
“Out of my way, I’ve got stakes too! Stamp it now, read it later!”
They all clamored to shove forms at Yulian.
When they pressed again, Rossi shot Schulva a quick look. He caught on, then shouted loud and clear:
“Lord Yulian has already transferred all his property to Lady Rossi!”
Silence fell instantly.
Everyone’s eyes snapped to the tiny girl standing off to the side.
Rossi peeked up and held her papers against her chest.
It was a simple note, scribbled in big letters:
In one glance, people saw the text.
The faces of those who’d been pressing papers turned to shock.
“Damn it….”
“Hurry, hurry!”
“No one said this before!”
“Transferred to his sister? The same sister he’d dote on, scoop up like a precious gem—she remembered that?”
“If he’s a fanatic about his sister, this makes perfect sense!”
Without another word, they all bolted out the room—no one wanted to stick around.
Suddenly, it was just Schulva, Rossi, and Yulian in silence.
“Ah…”
Schulva blinked slowly, muttering,
“These people….”
Rossi walked over to Yulian’s side of the bed and said,
“They all ran back to their masters. Now that the situation’s changed, they’ll figure out what to do next.”
She shrugged and gave a small grin.
“They hurried to prepare docs for their relatives. They don’t plan to visit you, but they want their share of your wealth. With grandpa gone, now’s their chance.”
Yulian swallowed dryly.
If Rossi hadn’t been here, he probably would’ve stamped a few papers just to stop the yelling—he didn’t even know he had wealth, and honestly hadn’t cared.
Now… he really understood why Rossi insisted.
