Another story: Arthur's Arc #3

Behind him, a boy younger than him, with delicate features and cheeks still full of baby fat, his outward appearance looking like a fragile and harmless child, but his current action of pointing his weapon toward his brother had destroyed the aura of innocence around him.

Arthur shivered as the tip of the blade slightly touched his bare neck. It was cold to his skin.

His mind blanks out for a second before it regains clarity again.

Damn it.

Whoever in his right mind surprises his own brother with a sword on their neck?! If he moves without thinking, will it not his precious neck get cut off by this cold-blooded boy?!

The boy narrowed his eyes as dangerous glints flashed inside those hazel irises. He does not put down his sword, instead deliberately clenching its hilt more tightly as if readying himself to attack the enemy.

"Why did Seiran cry?" He growled. "Whoever makes my lovely sister cry, no matter who he is deserves to be cut down to pieces!"

Arthur wants to roll his eyes when he hears the boy's absurd remark. He already knows this family's over-protectiveness toward the girl since the original Arthur is also one of these brainless idiots that will unreasonably snap when someone bothers their family's precious jewel, albeit with the indifferent persona he put on the outside.

The Knight is also infamy for their notoriousness when dealing with the pests that flocked around the girl.

When Seiran is outside, everyone will voluntarily steer away from her path to avoid problems due to her father and brothers' nonsensical behavior.

From what he sees from the original's memory, the worse they do are cripple a man who tries to molest Seiran Knight by abolishing his Mana's core. The man is beaten to the verge of dying, can no longer use magic, and cannot continue his bloodline.

It is a sensational issue since the man is related to the royal family, and the onlookers wonder how the court treats the accused. Will the Emperor cover the man and offend the Grand General, or will he sacrifice his long-distance cousin to appease him? The result is; the man gets sent far away, and his fate is unknown. Whether he is alive or dead, no one knows.

Arthur sighed.

If he has a smartphone, he will search online; on how to coax your younger sister.

He is the only child in the family. He does not know how to coax a girl, much less stop her from crying. It is fortunate he does not aggravate the situation by making them bawl even harder. Maybe that's why his girlfriend cheated on him back then.

Arthur glances down, and his blue aquamarine eyes meet Seiran's light brown ones. That pair of eyes that stared at him glistened with unshed tears. Seiran's long eyelashes flutter, and the remaining tears drop one by one, rolling down her white, chubby cheeks before disappearing into her collar. The tiny hands clutched onto his waist tightened even more, seemingly unwilling to let him go. As if she is afraid of him vanishing into thin air and getting abandoned by him.

The pitiful sight tugged at his heartstring, and her action made Arthur forcefully swallow his words back.

"..." Seeing the glitters within those eyes made it even harder for him to say anything. He behaves like a scum boyfriend who is about to break his relationship with his girlfriend because he gets his eyes on someone else and wishes to abandon his current lover for the new person.

What a headache. Is talking to a girl this hard? Why can't he be blunt with her?

He wants to ask the girl to release him and then persuade her to return to her room because he cannot deal with any of them at this moment without attempting OOC. He needs time to adjust and more time to digest the information he receives from this body. By any means, he is an ordinary high school student and not an actor. If he acts strangely and behaves differently from the usual, will it not arouse suspicion?

It will garner unwanted attention toward him, especially from this girl! His gut tells him he should be extra careful when dealing with her. Seiran's ability is far superior to her brothers, and he believes he should trust his instinct even more if he wants to live in peace.

As for the boy, he can only kick him out without reserve. It may seem rude, but it is the usual interaction between the boys.

Currently, Arthur feels embarrassed and awkward. They have been hugging for like fifteen minutes, more or less, and it is supposedly not strange for them to be this close. It's this body's subconscious action to coax his sister and to please her. However, to him(the current Arthur), they are strangers. Can you imagine how uncomfortable he is feeling right now? He does not know where to put his hand without him feeling guilty.

(Author: Guilty because of what???

Arthur: There are many reasons for me to feel guilty. And, you, just shut up, please.

Author: Hmph, whatever!)

Arthur knows he should behave the same as usual, but he needs time to adapt, alright? He cannot suddenly become someone else. It's impossible.

Forget about the OOC restriction; if this continues, he might let it slip that he is not Arthur and blurts out his real identity instead!

"Uhh..." Should he send her away? Should he not?

"...Elder brother..." Seiran rubs her small face onto his clothes. Her voice is soft, and the tone fills with a hint of grievance.

Arthur's body goes stiff for the second time before giving in and relaxing. The hand that stops stroking her back resumes its task automatically.

(Arthur: cryingface.jpg)

After seeing her dependency on him, Arthur cannot proceed to do what he is about to do. He is sure the girl will burst into tears again if he says anything that sounds like him chasing her away. Either way, this Seiran girl seems reluctant to leave him alone.

Arthur does not know whether to cry or laugh in this situation.

Whatever. Arthur will worry about that matter if and only if someone realizes it. Right now, he should do his best to act his role.

Heaving in and heaving out, he slowly calmed himself. He turns around, eyes narrowing at his target as he warns the boy,

"I said, put down your sword, stupid!"

The boy dares to glare back at him. There's no trace of fear within those fiery eyes.

"Why did Seiran cry? Even if it's you, brother, I will never forgive anyone who hurt my sister."

"She has a nightmare! Go kill it if you can!"

"Stop lying!"

"And who says you can barge into my room while swinging around that dangerous weapon?! If you accidentally hurt someone, our mother will kill you!"

The boy is startled once he hears that. He nervously looked to his right and left as if fearing for their mother to stumble upon this scene. Seeing that the specific person is nowhere near them, he exaggeratedly pats his small chest.

"Hah! Mother is not here! You cannot scare me away!" He triumphantly said. Despite that, one can see his hand holding onto the sword, visibly shaking.

Arthur: "..." You are clearly trembling. Stop putting on a brave front! It's no use.

Alas. There's this saying; speak of the devil, and the devil shall appear.

The temperature inside the room suddenly decreased, making the occupants shudder. They know something is amiss, and their necks unconsciously crane toward the door.

Both are thinking of the same thing,

It should not be Mother-

"Oh, my. What is the reason for this commotion, children?" A sweet, velvety voice sounded promptly from behind the slightly opened door.

Whether it is Arthur or the boy, they immediately get cold feet when they hear that familiar gentle voice.

A woman, her dark, silky hair fluttering like silk, smoothly cascading behind her straight back, and her aquamarine eyes, which remind them of the tranquility of the ocean, appear timely inside this bedroom.

Arthur couldn't help but get mesmerized by her delicate appearance. She is the embodiment of beauty, and her peerless appearance alone is enough to topple a country.

Oh, wow. It's no wonder Duke Arklight Knight often gets jealous if his wife pays even the slightest attention to another man. With this kind of appearance, coupled with her noble temperament and graceful bearing, any man wishes to covert this beauty and bring her home.

For her to hold the third spot as The Most Beautiful woman on the continent, the title befits her.

The woman and Seiran resemble each other, like peas in a pod. At the moment, a charming smile graces her beautiful face, yet the smile does not reach her eyes.

It should be sunny, but why is the weather seem colder?

"Mind telling me the cause of this commotion so early in the morning?"

Arthur and the boy involuntarily flinch. They immediately turn docile and obedient in front of this beautiful woman whose smile never falters from beginning to end.

"Why did you both become quiet? Come on. Do tell your mother the reason. Mother will not get angry." Hearing this, Arthur and the boy almost let out a snort.

On the outward, her words seem to encourage them to speak the truth, but they know their mother's temper. They have already caught the underlying meaning behind those seemingly harmless sentences.

"Well?"

The boys only dare to glare at one another, hoping to push the blame on their opponent.

(A/N: Currently, they are speaking with their eyes)

Arthur: What are you waiting for, brat?

The boy: What?! (His motto: Never fear anyone except Mother)

Arthur: You started it first, so go and confess your wrongdoing!

The boy: Are you kidding me?! You're the one at fault! Why should I be the one who takes the blame?!

Arthur: You are the one who attacks me first!

The boy: It's because you make her cry! You deserve it!

Arthur: I'm not! She cries for no reason!

Arthur and the boy had forgotten about their mother's presence and engaged in silent fighting.

The beautiful woman is watching from the sideline and is amused by what she sees. But she suppresses her laughter and clears her throat. It's time to end this and heed for breakfast.

The boys flinch again, quickly looking away, and lower their heads, reluctant to say anything.

Either way, both of them will definitely get punished by their mother for the disturbance they caused.

They hear a sigh, and their hearts tighten even more.

"Anyone is willing to step forward and tell me?" While she is asking, her long, slender legs stride inside the bedroom as her long, white gown flutter gracefully behind her. She then stops in front of her children with her arms folded across her chest, showing her stance of refusing silence as an answer.

The boys choked on their saliva, not knowing where to look as they felt their mother's sharp eyes on them, whereas Seiran only eyed her mother's reaction from behind her eldest brother's body. The girl pursed her lips and said nothing.

The woman knows something is wrong with her youngest child, so she does not press her for an answer. Instead, her attention is on her boys.

"Well, I'm still waiting."