I nodded firmly.
“Yes, I would.”
“That’s wonderful.” She smiled gently.
“Aria,” she said, gesturing to the boy beside her,
“This is your brother, Adrien Viremont.”
I turned to look at him.
He stood quietly to the side, a bit serious in demeanor.
I blinked, then called out to him in a soft, sweet voice—
“Brother Adrien.”
He clearly paused.
I caught a faint flush at the tips of his ears, though his expression remained composed. Still, he politely responded.
“Little sister Aria.”
I reached out and gently took his hand.
I could feel his fingers stiffen slightly, but he didn’t pull away. He simply straightened his posture, his expression growing even more serious.
Interesting.
Compared to Julian, he was going to be a far more interesting brother.
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