The day when I was favored by my brothers

Tick, tick.

The sound of blood dripping to the ground.

In the beginning, no matter how serious the injury is, the wounds on the body will eventually recover as before.

but now……

The cold and heavy iron chain dug deeply into the flesh, continuously drawing strength from the girl's body in a way that ordinary people could not see.

The fatal wound took a long time to heal, and her breathing became weaker and weaker.

After the pain reaches a certain critical point, it will become numb.

Those memories that were deliberately sealed or distorted and faded with the passage of time gradually emerged.

At first, she was not called a "monster" by the Ogata family.

At that time, everyone in the family would affectionately call her "Little Miss".

Although she was not a child of the family, she was raised by the previous head of the family. That gentle woman treated her as her own child and treated her completely as her own child.

In order to protect and hide her identity, Mrs. Ogata even deliberately declared that she was an adopted child from a distant branch clan.

Xiao Mo has no memory of before being brought home by Mrs. Ogata.

Therefore, her world is very simple, with only her family, the gentle "Mrs. Ogata", and a group of tribesmen who call her little lady.

The maid sister told her that she was brought back from a mission by the head of the family on a snowy day.

"Mo" is the name given to her by the head of the family.

Xiao Mo likes her name very much.

Xiao Mo prefers the head of the family - she is a majestic and powerful beautiful woman. She is not only powerful in spells, but also has wisdom. She can easily deal with the difficult struggles of the family division and establish herself as the head of the family.

The head of the family is a powerful spellcaster, but he is especially gentle to her.

As a family of spellcasters, their method of removing curses is related to the family's ability passed down from generation to generation. The Ogata family needs to expend vitality when removing curses. Therefore, Mrs. Ogata needs to put in a lot of effort in every mission.

The cost is that time is running out.

This happy life did not last long. After Mrs. Ogata passed away and the new head of the family took over, Ogata Mo finally lost his asylum.

This was the beginning of the collapse of her life.

[And then, after a "certain" accident happened, everything became different. 】

Ogata Mo's index finger trembled slowly in the pool of blood, recalling that day.

It was a summer night.

The maid who once affectionately called her "Little Miss" and took care of her daily life carefully smashed the ceramic tray, let out a shrill scream, pointed at her with trembling hands and shouted: "Monster!"

The girl stared blankly in the direction of the maid, looking at the familiar face with a look of fear.

It's so strange.

"Sister...sister?"

The girl was frightened by the maid's reaction. She shivered and took a few steps back. Her eyes gradually moved downward, and she finally saw her reflection clearly in the spilled tea.

……I see.

She said to herself in her heart.

……I see.

I don't know how much time has passed, or how long her blood has been flowing and spreading on the cold ground.

There was a buzzing in his ears, and after he suddenly came to his senses, Ogata heard the sound of footsteps approaching from far away again.

...who could be coming?

She didn't notice any malice, so... the people coming this time could not be the adults of the family, let alone the head of the family.

But... now she has no strength to sit up, and no strength to raise her head at all.

The door between the secret room and her home is a barrier that "seals" her. It is impenetrable and impenetrable with layers of spells and can isolate all abilities from outside.

And the source of these spells...is actually the power that was taken away from her.

Ogata Mo knew very well how powerful the power that had been taken away from him was.

Therefore, no matter what, that person cannot pass through this door.

Losing too much blood, resulting in unclear consciousness, Ogata rested his head on the chain connecting his neck and let out a meaningless sigh.

Unexpectedly, the footsteps seemed to be unimpeded and finally stopped in front of her.

"Lord."

The voice of the visitor trembled slightly, and he hid in his heart the anger, pain, and joy of reunion after a long absence, and called softly.

Finally... found you.

"Yeah, you're awake?"

When she woke up again, she found that she was not sleeping on the cold ground, but in someone's arms.

Such a question came to my ears.

Ogata Mo has almost forgotten how long it has been since she felt such a temperature - before she held the hand outside the window yesterday, she was imprisoned here and experienced countless days and nights alone.

Ogata grabbed hold of the hunting jacket that was covering his body tightly and tried hard to raise his head to see who it was, but was gently pushed back to the place where he was resting his head by a hand.

"Don't move." The visitor patiently comforted her: "The wound will open more seriously. Just stay in this position and rest for now."

"Who are you……"

Ogata silently grabbed the other person's hand that he didn't take back.

The first question she blurted out was not "Who are you" or "Why can you break through the seal and come here", but -

"Are you my brother?"

The latter was obviously stunned: "...Huh?"

Like a drowning person hugging a driftwood, Ogata held the other person's hand tightly and asked again in a low voice: "Are you...my brother?"

"No." The latter touched her head with his free hand and gave her an unexpected reply with a smile: "However, I can try to be your brother from now on."

Ogata opened his eyes wide and finally saw the other party's appearance clearly.

The young man with silver hair and golden eyes is full of an otherworldly and refined temperament like a crane.

He was dressed in a white hunting coat, showing a bright brilliance in the darkness.

It’s silver hair…

I wonder if it has something to do with the memory she lost, but she is particularly obsessed with people with silver hair.

And...even though it was just their first meeting, she could feel a strange aura from this young man.

It's like... the aura I felt from Mrs. Ogata's body a long time ago.

【The breath called family.】

"Is it really possible?"

The girl's eyelashes trembled slightly, as if in disbelief, she cautiously asked this question.

"Of course." The silver-haired young man patted her head again and smiled: "After all, this is your lord's request, how can I disagree?"

"Lord?" Ogata, who gradually recovered, sat up silently, tilted his head, his long hair fell down, and his expression was a little dull: "My lord?"

She asked three questions in succession: "Who is that?"

The silver-haired young man suppressed the smile on his face, turned to look at her, and said in a sure and serious tone: "...it's you."

"It's not me." She shook her head: "The master of the family is outside...I am not..."

"No, you are my lord."

The silver-haired young man knelt down on one knee, took off the sword from his waist, held it up in front of her, and said word by word in the most respectful tone: "And I, Tsurumaru Kunaga, a long time ago... was just...

The sword that belongs to you is for the god of mourning."

After a long time, Ogata Mo found out...

That day was actually the most serious day in Tsurumaru Kunei's life.