Lilian of Turin

The atmosphere in Turin Castle was chaotic.

The Lord, who rushed out with troops in a hurry, returned with his unconscious sister. He held his sister dearly, wrapped in her fox furred cloak, lest his sister be hurt by the armor he’s wearing.

Cedric had Lilian lay on her bed, and Shaw, who entered soon after, hurriedly began examining Lilian.

Shaw furrowed his brow.

“The details are incomplete.”

“Do what you can.”

The situation he heard from Dunkel made Cedric raise his flag.

He was told that the child, who could neither see nor hear the rough situation, saved the Grand Duke from the Emperor’s soldiers. Also that she stood firm in the face of armed soldiers who intimidated and humiliated her.

‘That alone is a great deal, but she even saw a man die in front of her?’

He almost fainted. If it hadn’t been for the situation where Lily had passed out, he would have gone to him right away and grabbed his collar.

Seven years. He raised her for seven years under his protection.

But just because he took his eyes off her for a while!

Cedric gritted his teeth. The arrow of resentment was directed not to the Emperor, the source of all evil, but to Damian.

…with that messy appearance, he suddenly proposed to Lily, he deserved this hatred.

“First of all, it’d be better to control the Lady’s vitality with mana.”

Following Shaw’s prescription, Cedric grabbed Lilian’s wrist. And without delay, he raised his mana and tried to supplement his sister’s energy.

“!”

But his mana didn’t enter.

Lilian’s body rejected Cedric’s mana as if blocked by a soft but hard wall.

“Why…?”

Her life was not yet at stake. However, Cedric had nightmares from the day he found out that Lilian would have to carry an illness that could not be cured for the rest of her life. The nightmare of standing helpless as his sister was dying.

Cedric despaired that there was no way to help Lilian.

“What is this? How, why…”

“…Lord, did Lady meet someone new?”

“What?”

“From my point of view, it seems that the Lady’s body is instinctively rejecting the Lord’s mana because she found someone more compatible.”

Shaw shook his head, explaining that he didn’t know in which situation will the match be better than blood-related siblings.

“Anyway, we need that person right away. Where is that person?”

Cedric gritted his teeth and didn’t answer. Shaw couldn’t understand. He asked again.

“My Lord? Where is that person?”

“He’s outside.”

“Is he an outsider?”

Shaw furrowed his brow. Dichotomically, the structure of Turin Castle can be divided into the following two regions.

One, the inner castle where the Patriarch’s family and important figures live.

Two, the outer castle where servants and knights live.

In this castle where various people live, visit, and leave, the allocation of rooms was also done very strictly.

‘He must feel offended that a person living in the outer castle was associated with the lady.’

That was fine, but that wasn’t what mattered now. Shaw cautiously spoke.

“I understand how you feel, but, Lord, we need that person to heal the young lady. It’s not urgent, but there’s no need to delay.”

“Who the hell is that person?”

That was how Damian, who had been blocked from entering the castle, was able to be summoned to Lily’s bedroom.

***

‘…ugh…’

She wanted to make a sound but her throat was locked and she couldn’t open it.

Lilian twitched her eyelids.

She literally had no energy, and even lifting her eyelids and blinking was terribly slow.

The figure of a tall man standing near her was reflected.

“Bro…ther.”

Lilien weakly called out to Cedric, her white face buried in the bedding as white as her complexion.

However, the other party didn’t respond.

‘Why?’

Lilian was puzzled. Anyway, her brother didn’t seem to want to help her get up.

She’s used to him being overprotective. Without being able to do anything, Lilian put strength on her elbows and slowly raised herself up.

“Ah…”

And she found out too late.

Bright halo-like hair, black and sleek clothes from head to toe.

Contrary to her first impression, she didn’t notice for a while because he was dressed so formally.

But those brilliant purple eyes are definitely…

“…Your Highness the Grand Duke?”

It was Damian.

“Lilian, when did you wake up?”

“Brother.”

Cedric, who was talking with Shaw, turned his head that way as soon as he heard Lily’s voice. Then, startled and raising his brows, he called out to Rita.

“Miss.”

Rita hurriedly approached her and gave her a shawl.

‘!’

Lilian was a little taken aback when she noticed that she was wearing only a loose white gown. It was fine when she was lying down and covered in sheets, but when she got up abruptly, her clothes were quite disturbed.

‘This.’

She exposed herself. Apparently, Damian was also embarrassed and didn’t say anything.

To not make the situation more awkward, Lilian calmly asked.

“Excuse me, Your Highness. Could you please lower the curtains?”

Damian wordlessly untied the curtains from the bedposts. A translucent fabric rustled down, blurring Lilian’s figure.

Cedric looked at him with disapproval. His need to protect his dear sister skyrocketed as he watched his thuggish marriage proposal.

Even if he had done that, Lily collapsed right after, so he couldn’t have good feelings.

Damian muttered.

“You don’t seem to be feeling very well.”

“It’s also good that you proposed at a really good time.”

It seemed less rude to say it was your fault.

Only then did Damian properly look at the man who didn’t hide his hostility.

Is he a couple of fingers shorter than him? Since Damian was tall enough to reach 190cm, Cedric wouldn’t be short by any means.

‘The brother and sister have the same black hair, blue eyes, and white face.’

Unfortunately, that was all that was similar to Lilian.

Unlike Lily, who had a docile and vague impression, Cedric was clear and sharp. With a dignified presence that had never existed before, there was a sense of intimidation that made him straighten his back just by meeting his eyes.

The years spent as the head of Islar and Elector of Turin were seven years.

Cedric, who was a young aristocrat, was also 28.

Now, no matter how you look at it, he’s a man not lacking as the Lord of Turin Castle…

24 year old Damian, who couldn’t afford to learn up and down, but had lived a life of arrogance, thought.

‘If I scratch the insides a little, he’ll lose his temper right away. He’s already like an old man.’

In fact, Damian was nervous and in a bad mood right now.

He was not insulted with staying in the outer castle. He just didn’t like being kicked out from Lilian.

It might be a bit irrational, but the hostility soared as it seemed that this young man in front of him was stealing Lilian forever.

But come to think of it, this man with a high blood pressure was Lily’s brother.

Damian recalled Lilian’s request to him.

“Could you please destroy this magic tunnel?”

In fact, her request was for Turin and her brother rather than for herself.

‘The bond between brother and sister seemed quite strong.’

He can’t. He could give a little patience.

After all, that daughter of Turin will soon leave her brother and fall entirely under his protection.

It’s enough to endure until that time comes.

Besides, he didn’t lose anything by enduring unconditionally.

And kind-hearted Lilian will probably…

‘Wouldn’t she feel sorry for me who’s hated by her brother?’

A smile spread across Damian’s lips as he plotted his wicked scheme.

Cedric, who forgot about the variable named Lilian and started a fight, felt sorry but it was too late.

Damian let out a disgustingly morose voice.

“I apologize. I was a bit impatient. However, seeing Lady Lilian in person, the fact that we were getting married without a proposal bothered me.”

Excluding the diplomatic rhetoric, this was what he meant. ‘Because your sister and I are already married, right?’

Indeed, Cedric couldn’t say anything with a look of resentment.

He had a history of playing with his father, who was the highest in the land, so Damian added with a bitter smile.

“The reason why the Elector called me during the lady’s illness was probably because he remembered that fact.”

“Your Highness…”

“Oh, there’s no need to be so polite. Before becoming the god of war, am I not someone who’ll become the brother-in-law of the Elector?”