~Prologue~
N Year, N Month, N Day / Weather: Clear / Mood: Suspicious
Something is strange about our youngest.
I’m sure he’s hiding his true nature.
I saw it. He secretly dropped the roasted bell pepper from dinner.
And not only that.
He stepped on it over and over until it was flat, then covered it with a napkin like a perfect crime. (Even now, it gives me chills.)
The poor pepper will be found by the maids cleaning the dining room.
Completely crushed…
The scariest part was when I tried to tell Father, he looked at me and ran his finger across his neck.
Of course, as a brave man of the Zibert family, I wasn’t scared at all.
But since the youngest is surely a demon hiding a very evil nature, I…
This time, I decided to let it go.
Because you must not wake a demon at the dining table!
Well…
As an older brother, it’s natural to cover up a younger sibling’s faults, right?
Anyway, that’s how it is.
I’m glad I’m no longer the youngest.
But… there’s something suspicious about him.
N Year, N Month, N Day / Weather: Cloudy / Mood: Sad
I had a sparring match with our youngest today.
Father said:
“The Ziberts are the greatest knight family on the continent, so you must never neglect your training!”
I’ll train hard and become a great knight who protects the Empire!
Ah, this of course applies to the youngest too.
Even though Father suddenly brought him into our family, he’s still a man of Zibert!
But today again, the youngest collapsed without even finishing one round in the Grand Training Hall.
Hmph. What will he do in the future?
But now that I think about it, it’s strange.
The youngest looks so weak, like he couldn’t even hold a tree branch…
Yet, when we spar, I can never beat him.
Why?
N Year, N Month, N Day / Weather: Sunny / Mood: Happy
I got a new sword! Yay!
When Brother Liam comes, I’ll show it off!
It’s a super-strong sword (according to Uncle Oberon) that Father and Grandfather personally ordered from the blacksmith.
I must hurry and become the knight worthy of this super-strong sword.
Ah, the youngest also got a sword.
Since he’s so small—tiny body, tiny hands—Father seemed to worry about it for days.
In the end, after talking with Grandfather, he gave him the family sword or something.
Whatever.
My sword looks cooler anyway!
Hehe…
N Year, N Month, N Day / Weather: — / Mood: —
Rubian.
This is a warning.
Don’t you dare steal and read my diary. I mean it.
N Year, N Month, N Day / Weather: Snow / Mood: Very Happy
Because the evil youngest kept stealing my diary, I bought one with a lock.
Seriously, I can never let my guard down!
He grumbled, asking why I write so much about him.
… Do I really write too much about him?
Well, then what else should I write in a diary?
Hmph.
More importantly, tomorrow Mother, who has been resting in the South, will return home.
I’m so excited!
N Year, N Month, N Day / Weather: — / Mood: —
The whole house turned upside down.
Because our youngest—
Rubian—
was a girl.
