The Strongest Brother Lost His Memory
Chapter 108

“Oh? What’s this?”

Heidi also furrowed her brows as she picked up a small pouch.

“Hmm, this is really high-end. But since I’ve never seen it before either, it probably wasn’t originally yours, Miss Rosie...”

“It’s not something Zahid left behind?”

“Definitely not. He only handed me a letter before he left.”

When Heidi cautiously opened the pouch, a diamond brooch was inside.

“Whoa, what is this? It looks really expensive.”

“...Just one glance, and you can tell the grade is extraordinary.”

A moment of silence passed between us.

Heidi’s eyes wavered.

“But I was by your side the whole time, Miss Rosie... There’s no way anyone could have come in. Except for the moment I dozed off briefly while laying down at night.”

“No one came in?”

“Of course not.”

Heidi nodded vigorously, then suddenly looked over at my room’s window.

Because of the pleasant season, the window had been left open.

But my room was on the fifth floor. There was no way anyone could have sneaked in.

Even if someone had managed to get in, there was no way Heidi wouldn’t have woken up while they came all the way to my bed to place something like this.

“Huh.”

Heidi narrowed her eyes as she examined the pouch.

“This is... an Etez flower.”

“Etez?”

Looking closer at the pouch, an Etez flower had been embroidered on it.

The flower’s meaning: ‘I’m truly sorry.’

Among noble families, it was a flower sent when one wanted to apologize with their honor on the line.

Even after checking all over, there wasn’t even an initial to identify the sender.

“It even looks like it was hand-stitched.”

I muttered as I examined the Etez flower.

“There’s no way anyone would pay for embroidery this terribly done...”

Just then—

“Rosie!”

“Kid, are you okay? Huh?”

The door burst open and people poured into the room.

Led by a physician, Julian, Grandfather, Theo, and Ethan had all come. They hovered nervously behind the doctor until he declared, “She’s fine.”

“Everything is perfectly normal.”

Only after the doctor spoke firmly did they swarm around my bedside.

“Uh, Rosie? What’s that?”

Julian was the first to notice what I was holding in my hand.

“I don’t know. It was just on the bed. Did anyone give this to me?”

No one responded.

“An Etez flower, huh.”

Theo muttered, frowning.

“It’s suspicious, yes, but... the Etez flower embroidery is a symbol of an apology that stakes one’s personal honor. I believe we can trust it.”

“Ah...”

I put the diamond brooch back in the pouch and immediately handed it to Heidi.

“Check this thoroughly. If that’s truly the reaction of someone uptight, then that embroidery’s definitely the perfect bait for a trap.”

At that, Ethan held out his hand.

“Understood. It’s the perfect kind of trick to fool a stuffy academic. If you hand it over, I’ll take a look.”

“...Ethan? Why would you...”

“Ahem, ahem.”

Ethan cleared his throat and looked around naturally. Then he solemnly declared:

“There is something I must say here and now.”

Everyone looked at him with disbelief, but still focused on him.

“I possess a talent for magic. No—calling it ‘talent’ might even be too modest. It’s an extraordinary gift.”

A moment of silence followed.

Theo was the first to break it.

“...Are you writing a novel?”

“Ahem! What kind of nonsense is that to say to the future great archmage, hmm?”

I blinked and remained quiet for a moment.

I see.

Ethan had always been a cocky little dreamer from a young age.

That such an unserious boy would one day become a great archmage... I guess success doesn’t require humility.

“To think I had the aptitude of a great archmage... truly, it was a sweet little secret I wanted to keep to myself...”

“Can’t you just keep that secret to yourself forever?”

Julian snapped.

I quietly handed the pouch over to Ethan.

“Here, Ethan.”

Everyone’s eyes widened.

I let out a long sigh and said:

“Because I believe Ethan will become a great archmage.”

Ethan’s face turned bright red in an instant.

“I knew it...”

He muttered solemnly, clutching the pouch tightly.

“Rosie’s the only one who recognizes my true worth.”

This translation is the intellectual property of Novelight.

Well, it’s not like I had pure motives either...

And then—

Clack clack came the sound of rolling wheels.

“...You’ve woken up, Rosie.”

A soft, slow voice.

Tears welled up in my eyes instantly.

“Did you have a good dream?”

It was Yuta, pushing his wheelchair while holding a spotted rabbit on his lap.

* * *

Yuta had woken up a little earlier than Rosie.

The first thing he saw through his blurry vision was the rabbit’s front paws.

“Haha, Liri...”

He lifted the rabbit, who looked at him with a worried face, and met its eyes. When he suddenly tried to get up, a sharp jolt ran through his lower body, and he bit his lower lip.

“It’ll get better soon, so don’t worry.”

A gruff voice came from beside him. Yuta turned his head quickly in surprise.

“You’ll have to use a wheelchair for ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) a while. There's no new one, so just use mine from before. I barely used it—it’s basically new.”

Julian sat with his arms crossed and legs folded.

Yuta blinked slowly and asked,

“Uh... um, don’t tell me you were the one nursing me all this time?”

“As if. It wasn’t nursing—it was surveillance. Got it? Who knows what stunt you’d pull again. ‘Care’ my ass...”

Julian scowled and shivered, glaring at him. But even as he said that, he expertly massaged Yuta’s legs a few times and covered him back with the blanket.

“If you go off dying all dramatically again, who’s going to notice? Huh?”

“Well, I thought you would. But I guess even that got betrayed once you lost your memories... You’re seriously top-tier at screwing people over...”

“Ahem! Ahem! You think I wanted to lose them? Huh? I want my memories back too!”

Yuta let out a chuckle before he could stop himself.

The Julian in front of him was nothing like the man who once gave him a chilling warning—telling him to quietly die and not forget his place.

Julian handed him a cup of water and awkwardly muttered,

“I don’t remember everything, but I recalled roughly that I visited you before.”

“I see... Then do you also remember that you promised to give me your entire fortune in exchange for dying for Rosie?”

“What? I said that? For real?”

“It’s fake. Like that stingy, heartless bastard would ever say that. So you haven’t recovered all your memories after all.”

“Goddamn it, you little—”

Julian stomped his foot in frustration and suddenly brought something up.

“Anyway, so listen. You.”

“Yes, me.”

“You and Rosie share the same father, right? That top bastard of the Temple.”

He continued in a low voice.

“Rosie doesn’t know yet. She seems to have caught on that there’s something between you two, but once she’s fully awake, she might get curious.”

“Hm...”

Just as Yuta hugged the rabbit and painfully lifted his upper body—

“Miss Rosie has regained consciousness!”

a servant shouted urgently from outside, and Julian jumped to his feet.

“What? The kid’s awake?”

And without saying another word, he dashed out, leaving Yuta behind.

“Whew.”

Yuta chuckled softly and shook his head.

“...So much for watching over me...”

Eventually, Yuta asked the servant for help and slowly got into his wheelchair.

Later, with the rabbit on his lap, he arrived at Rosie’s room later than the others. He too had wanted to see her.

And the moment their eyes met, and he saw her brimming tears, he couldn’t help but smile.

He didn’t know exactly what had happened—but it was clear that this child understood everything.

She wouldn’t have devised such schemes against Clara and himself otherwise.

‘Clara... must’ve been dealt with by the Temple.’

Yuta had no idea how Clara felt about him. But he did know how the Temple handled things.

With a bitter smile, he approached Rosie’s bedside—and Rosie rubbed her eyes with a fist and said,

“Sniff, sniff. Assistant Yuta, are you okay?”

Rosie, who had finally held back her tears, sniffled and spoke.

Yuta shrugged and answered.

“Nope. Look at my legs. According to Julian, it’s a huge problem...”

“Hey! You little shit, where do you get off lying with a straight face?!”

Julian yelled, and Yuta squinted his eyes and shook his head.

“Oof, needing a wheelchair for a few days is a huge problem, isn’t it? Easy for you to say when it’s someone else’s body.”

Julian pressed his forehead like his blood pressure was rising.

Yuta, personally, found it infuriating that Julian had lost his memories and couldn’t protect Rosie anymore.

So he figured he at least deserved this small bit of amusement.

“Well, anyway, I’m not okay.”

Yuta smiled faintly as he looked at Rosie.

“Because now... I truly don’t know what I’m supposed to do next.”