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I hated my brother.

Because my brother abandoned me. After losing my parents, the only person I could rely on was my older brother, and he cruelly gave up on me.

We can overcome this together.

If we endure the storms and harsh trials of the world by relying on each other, there will be a sunny day someday. But why did you give up without trying anything?

Feeling betrayed. resentment. anger… .

Before I knew it, dependence on my family had become such an unpleasant and unpleasant feeling.

So when my brother suddenly came to visit me, I was swayed by my immature emotions and threw water on him.

“Be long, Yeoui.”

Seeing me like that, my brother lifted the cane.

It was my first time being hit like that. Even though I was ostracized for not having parents, there was no fearless person who tried to lay hands on me, who inherited the blood of my parents who were ‘heroes.’

It was unfair at first.

What did I do wrong that I deserve to be beaten like this? Why are you so harsh only on me? I just wanted to live happily as a family, like a normal family… .

Was that such a big wish? Can’t I just want ordinary happiness?

“Ugh… oh, oppa… it’s too much… I-I just….”

“This bastard hasn’t reflected yet.”

What do I have to reflect on?

Am I weird? It was wrong for me to just want to be loved… ?

“Dear little brother. If you feel like apologizing to your brother, will you tell me?”

“I’m sorry—”

“I don’t feel sincere.”

… Maybe I’m wrong.

But, I’m not sure. Mom and Dad left too early before I could teach them those things. How do you know if you never taught me? I was just a kid… .

Well, so… .

My brother… If you taught me… .

“I’m sorry, brother. He too… was very anxious after losing his parents.”

I thought we could survive if we relied on each other.

I thought that we would be able to overcome the world’s storms and harsh trials if we endured them ‘together’.

But no.

I was just trying to be comfortable with my brother as a roof over my head. Without thinking about how much pressure my brother would feel or how hard it would be for him.

“Oppa, you’re just saying this for the best of our Doyoon. Can you understand, right?”

Even now, my brother was blaming me, even though he only took the cane ‘for me’.

My brother held the back of my hand and imbued me with divine power.

The tingling sensation of your body healing. My brother was treating me. As if there was no malice or bad intentions whatsoever. rather… My brother was worried that I was very sick.

“It doesn’t hurt anymore, right?”

“huh….”

I felt warm.

It feels comfortable, like being wrapped in a cozy, warm, languid morning blanket.

I was not used to that warmth, so my body trembled.

My brother looked at me and smiled gently and opened his arms.

“My little brother has grown up a lot. Let’s give him a hug.”

My brother’s embrace was firm.

And, it was soft. As I was being held in his arms, I became so emotional that it was difficult to hold back my tears.

“It’s okay to cry if you want to cry. Because you have me.”

My brother told me that it was okay to cry as if he understood how I felt.

“I was very lonely….”

“Yes. Our Doyoon was very lonely.”

Ah, you know how I feel.

You understand me. I thought he had given up on me, so I blamed him… .

I was the one who gave up arbitrarily.

It must have hurt more to my brother who had no choice but to swing the cane than to me who got hit by the cane… .

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As he came out of the dormitory in a wheelchair pulled by his younger sister, Kang Su-ho started talking nonsense.

“The number of women has increased again….”

“what.”

Kang Soo-ho It seems like this bastard’s condition is getting worse as the days go by.

It’s natural that if you use someone for too long, they will break down… .

If I knock on it, it will be fixed too. I extended the female baton and hit him on the head.

“Ah! Stop hitting my head! It’s hard because my hair is falling out….”

“If you have something to say, say it confidently.”

“You, you seduced a woman again! You crazy alpha male bastard….”

“female?”

ah.

Could it be that he was talking about his younger sister?

“She’s my younger sister.”

“…what?”

“Hello! My name is Kim Do-yoon, Do-han’s younger brother. Are you your friend?”

“Ah, yes! No, yes! Me, I’m Dohan’s friend….”

“Suho. Your reaction is like a joke.”

“evil!”

I gave Suho another slap on the top of his head as he stuttered like a fool.

“Stop hitting me on the head!”

“I’m jealous….”

“hmm?”

I think I heard a strange noise from behind.

Did I hear wrong?

“Doyoon, what?”

“Uh, huh? Ah, no. I’m jealous that you seem close to your brother. Hehe.”

“Can you introduce Suho?”

“That’s not it….”

My younger sister suddenly trailed off and lowered her head.

Um, well, there’s an old saying that a younger sister is like a gorilla that can speak human language.

There is no need to try to understand the thoughts of the beast.

“Let’s stop talking and eat breakfast. Suho, what are you doing this morning?”

“Today? I think it was pork cutlet.”

“Oh. That sounds delicious.”

After chatting a bit, we moved to the student cafeteria.

I bought three meal tickets, including Doyun’s share.

There was no burden as the assistant’s meal expenses were all covered by the academy.

“Oppa, I’ll cut it for you!”

“Why?”

The leg was cut off, not the arm.

Doyoon started cutting the pork cutlet into bite-size pieces, as if he was going to do his best as an assistant.

Then I took a piece with my fork and brought it to my mouth.

“Oppa, ah~.”

“…Do you want to get hit?”

Who does this bastard know as Mingmei?

Is this why Mac is openly treating me like an asshole?

I made the yeouibong shorter and hit the top of my head with it. The fork with the pork cutlet on it fell onto the bowl.

“Hehehe… I’m sorry. Did I go too far?”

“I can eat at least by myself, so you can eat your own food too.”

“Yeah! You were worried that I might be hungry too. Hehe.”

“…what?”

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Kim Do-yoon was thirsty for family love.

Unable to endure that thirst, he surrounded his soul with hatred and resentment as a defense mechanism, but after going through Kim Do-han’s ‘discipline’, the hate and resentment were washed away, leaving only the original personality ‘thirsty for family love’.

However, the resentment that had been building up in the deepest part of my heart for years was not something that could disappear overnight.

As a result, Kim Do-yoon was broken.

Resentment and affection, hate and love, loneliness and love for family were strangely mixed, instilling a twisted sense of values in my brain.

‘I want to be loved.’

‘The reason my brother hits me is because he loves me.’

‘Getting hit on by your brother is love.’

It was through violence that I came to feel family love.

It was a kind of sentiment similar to that of a ‘beaten wife’, and was slightly more twisted due to Kim Do-han’s divine power.

As a result.

Kim Do-yoon was imprinted with one-sided devotion to Kim Do-han, and at the same time, Kim Do-han’s extremeness was anesthetized in the name of ‘family love’.

“Oppa. Hehe.”

“Is he really crazy…?”

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It feels new to attend a lecture after a long time.

It was difficult to sit on a chair in the classroom while sitting in a wheelchair. Borgigin is able to attend lectures without an assistant.

My sister helped me move to the chair and sit down.

“…hey.”

“huh?”

“go away.”

But the crazy bitch sat down on the chair first and placed me in her arms.

So, it was as if I was being held in the arms of my younger sister who was sitting on a chair.

“Oh, yes! Sorry!”

My younger sister apologized and left, but this time she sat down on my thighs.

Is she really crazy?

“Hey, bitch.”

“huh!”

“Explain why you’re fucking doing this.”

“I’m going to help my brother take notes… hehe.”

“I don’t need your help, so get out.”

“huh….”

My younger sister looked downcast and trudged to the seat next to me.

It seems like my brain has gone crazy.

It’s a bit unclear whether it’s because I got hit too much or because I didn’t get hit too much. If I hit it one more time, it will be fixed.

While I was holding my baton and thinking for a moment, the door to the classroom opened and the professor came in.

“Nice to meet you, everyone. Today, I see some faces I haven’t seen in a while.”

When Professor Wilt snapped his fingers, the surrounding space turned white and transformed into an alternate world where only I and Myrdin Wilt stood.

One-on-one teaching using magical illusions.

This was Professor Myrdin Wilt’s specialty.

“It’s been a while. Student Dohan Kim.”

“yes.”

“I regret the accident that occurred during practice. Although I was not the director, I was the one who created the magical safety device, so I sincerely apologize. If there is anything that student Kim Do-han wants in class, I will do my best to accommodate it.”

“Uhm, there’s nothing I want from class….”

What would be better?

Should I ask for at least a decent magic tool?

“If you need anything at any time, feel free to tell me… Hmm? Now, just for a moment—”

“yes?”

That moment.

A crack appeared in the pure white space created by Myrdin Wilt, and something came in from beyond the cracked wall.

“brother!”

“…Doyun?”

I looked at the professor, wondering if Myrdin Wilt had put it in with him because he was an assistant, but he was also sweating profusely as if this was an unexpected situation.

what.

“How did you get in here?”

“I followed my brother in. I thought you might need my help learning magic. Hehe.”

This world is a magical fantasy created by Professor Myrdin Wilt.

It is close to a ‘dream’ without substance.

In other words, what Kim Do-yoon did just now was close to suddenly entering someone else’s dream.

“Uh, Kim Do-yoon… assistant?”

“yes?”

“Are you… by any chance born with a ‘special ability’ related to magic?”

“Me? I inherited my mother’s special ability….”

“Mother… Is her name…?”

“This is Mrs. Han Ha-neul.”

Myrdin Wilt’s mouth dropped open when he heard that name.

Regardless of whether Myrdin Wilt reacted that way or not, Kim Do-yoon turned to me, smiled brightly, and said,

“It’s not enough compared to the ‘father’s’ abilities that my brother inherited. Right, brother?”

What the heck is that?