~Chapter 6~
“Shulva.”
“Yes.”
“Was I close with her? Did I… call her things like baby, Rosy-Rosy, all those embarrassingly sweet names? Did I dote on her like that?”
“You spoiled her with a ridiculous amount of affection—so much that it’d be hard to find a match anywhere in the world.”
Shulva answered immediately.
“You hid her away in the annex, cherished her, and protected her so much that I thought she’d still be fragile… but maybe not. Perhaps she only stayed quiet because you were overprotective.”
He muttered to himself with a thoughtful look.
“Her sense of judgment… it’s incredible. Honestly, I was flustered and didn’t even think of what Lady Rosy pointed out.”
“What exactly did she point out?”
“Lord Yulian, you have a lot of enemies. It’s not safe to leave the count’s estate in your condition… and there’s also the matter of your inheritance.”
It had only been a few hours since Julian regained consciousness.
For Shulva, the amnesia alone was shocking.
After all, Yulian had lived for years as someone untouchable, the strongest existence no one dared to lay a hand on.
That’s why he hadn’t even considered things from that angle.
“She’s really clever, far more than I thought…”
“Hmph.”
Yulian found that the praise for Rosy didn’t sound too bad.
“…She takes after me, doesn’t she?”
“Well… not really.”
Shulva, who was also Yulian’s childhood friend, spoke bluntly.
“You have the feral, bad-tempered beast look. Lady Rosy is more of a cute squirrel. Same silver hair and green eyes, but the impression is completely different.”
“Right, same silver hair and green eyes.”
“You only hear what you want to hear, don’t you?”
Yulian smirked, tossing his hair carelessly.
He recalled the little sister who used to trot around after him.
“Hah, so I handed it over to her? That lovesick idiot, who seemed like he’d gladly rip out his liver and gallbladder just to blow on them and offer them up to his sister, still remembered that much?”
Just how much had twenty-four-year-old Yulian Noart adored that girl, if everyone thought that way?
No matter how you looked at it, the idea of leaving one’s entire fortune to a twelve-year-old sister only made people shake their heads and say, ‘That lunatic finally did the craziest thing imaginable for his sister.’
It seemed the money had indeed gone to its rightful owner.
And Rosy… had she really lost her brother in an instant?
Thinking of the child’s grief made his chest feel heavy.
“…Guess she and I both drew the short stick when it came to parents.”
If that was the case, then maybe the fortune twenty-four-year-old Yulian left behind could be considered compensation.
It was money he hadn’t even known he had.
Giving it to the little sister he hadn’t known about either, and finding peace of mind in doing so—that wasn’t such a bad ending.
“Thanks… for waking up.”
Even though he couldn’t remember her, she still called him brother and said something like that to him.
Yulian slowly closed his eyes and asked Shulva in a low voice:
“…Roughly how much wealth did I have?”
As the heir of a famously wealthy count, maybe about five thousand gold saved up?
That would be enough to buy a fine house on the outskirts of the capital.
A bit too much for a child to handle, but enough to live comfortably until adulthood without worrying about money.
Shulva answered with a serious face:
“It’s hard to give you an exact number right now, but… roughly speaking, it’s estimated to be around 137 billion gold.”
“What the—! How much? What?!”
Yulian’s eyes flew wide open as he tried to jump up, only to collapse back onto the bed with a scream of pain when his legs throbbed fiercely.
