Julian momentarily lost his words.

…Was this little brat seriously telling him to hand over all his assets?

His head spun.

“Hurry up.”

Meanwhile, Rosie urged him, sounding anxious.

“There’s no time.”

The seal, forcibly pressed into his trembling hand, shook slightly.

The seal of the Noart Count Family, engraved with a raven emblem…

It wasn’t even a matter of whether it felt familiar or not—something about this just felt completely wrong.

“Hey, what kind of brat is already so obsessed with money, huh?”

Julian eyed Rosie suspiciously and stubbornly resisted.

“What are you even going to do with this? Judging by all the jewelry and dresses, it looks like you’ve already gotten a taste for spending money like crazy.”

Rosie replied in a sorrowful voice.

“Hing, but you bought all of this for me.”

“……”

When Julian failed to respond, Rosie added, as if sincerely trying to comfort him.

“It’s okay. Even when you bought me all this, I did think you were going a little overboard with the spending. Well, let’s think of it positively—at least we finally agree on something.”

In the end, he let out a frustrated sigh.

The “big-spending older brother” this little brat was talking about wasn’t him.

He had no good memories of his mother, Valia Noart. So he had no intention of clinging to the Noart family either.

He had been good with a sword since childhood, so he had planned to return to his hometown and run a butcher shop, just like he had thought when he was seventeen.

And that’s exactly why he felt so lost the moment he saw Rosie.

He had never even considered having to take responsibility for a kid. And just by looking at her, she was a girl who had been bathed in wealth from head to toe—it was obvious he wasn’t equipped to deal with someone like that.

Julian’s thoughts grew complicated.

“Hey, brat.”

“It’s not ‘brat,’ it’s Rosie.”

“If I leave the manor, what are you going to do? Honestly, I’m planning to throw everything away and go back to the butcher shop.”

He cleared his throat and asked her in a low voice.

“Are you planning to follow me?”

Julian pictured the small butcher shop from his memories as he spoke.

Rosie stared at him in silence for a moment before answering immediately.

“I have no intention of leaving the manor.”

“Oh.”

Julian slowly nodded.

Of course.

Why would she want to live as the little sister of some lowly butcher when she could stay as the granddaughter of a count?

Regardless of the past, it seemed better for both of them to go their separate ways now.

Rosie held out the documents once again.

“Then why aren’t you stamping the seal? We’re in a hurry, so hurry up and do it.”

“Hey, brat. Hold on.”

“It’s not ‘brat,’ it’s Rosie. And didn’t you just say you were throwing everything away and going back to the butcher shop? If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have even known you had an inheritance, right?”

Julian’s mouth fell open.

That was true.

Until Rosie brought it up, he hadn’t even known he had any wealth.

When he said he was ‘throwing everything away,’ he had only meant his status as the Noart family’s grandson… But now that he had an actual inheritance, was that included too?

As Julian’s eyes darted around in thought, Rosie tilted her head and asked,

“Wait, are butcher shop ruffians the type to go back on their word? Does being a ruffian include lying too?”

“Damn it, it’s not that bad! Give it here! Now!”

“Heek, alright, I’ll lay it out nice and flat for you.”

Julian scoffed and adjusted his grip on the seal.

He figured he might as well leave something behind for his little sister, something from her ‘older brother.’

“You’ll need to infuse it with mana, right? To make the document legally valid?”

Rosie asked, sounding impatient.

“Of course! You think I’ve been living my life getting scammed?”

Without hesitation, Julian poured his mana into the seal and stamped the document.

It was only after he finished that he realized—was she provoking him on purpose?

“…Phew.”

Only then did Rosie’s face relax in relief.

“Hey, brat.”

Seeing that expression, Julian clicked his tongue in irritation and scolded her.

“Since I’m handing it over to you as my little sister, okay? And since it’s money I didn’t even know I had, I’ll give it to you. But no matter how much it is, use it wisely. Don’t just blow through it, got it?”

Still, he felt strangely bitter inside.

According to Shulva and Rosie, he had doted on this child a lot. But now, as soon as he lost his memory, the first thing she did was secure the money?

Had their relationship only lasted because he had faithfully bought her jewelry and dresses in the past?

At that moment—

Without any warning, Julian’s door burst open.

“I heard Lord Julian has regained consciousness!”

“You woke up at dawn, didn’t you?”

His head spun.

Chaos erupted in an instant. A group of people he had never seen before rushed in all at once.

“Lord Julian, please handle this matter first. The deadline is approaching.”

“This one too. You might not remember, but you promised to stamp these documents by today.”

“That’s not right. The document you were originally supposed to sign this morning is this one.”

“If you don’t stamp it right now, we’re in serious trouble! Ah, you didn’t forget to infuse it with mana, did you? Otherwise, people will start claiming forgery! Even commoner kids know to do that….”

A stack of documents was shoved toward Julian. His weakened body wobbled unsteadily.

“W-What… what is all this…?”

He tried to skim through them, but the words were too difficult.

Not a single line made sense in his head.

“I-I don’t really understa—”

“If you don’t understand, just sign it! It’s nothing serious, just stamp it quickly!”

The people rushed him in increasingly urgent tones.

By now, Rosie had already clutched her own document tightly and darted to the corner of the room faster than anyone.

Shulva snapped back to his senses and bellowed,

“Back off! Lord Julian is a patient in critical need of rest!”

Of course, no one paid the slightest attention to him.

“This is urgent! Lives are at stake!”

“Move! My life is at stake too! Just stamp it first and read it later!”

They only shoved the documents at Julian even more aggressively.

After all, everyone knew that Shulva was just Julian’s lieutenant—he had no real authority to make decisions.

As the crowd grew more insistent, once again urging Julian to “just stamp the seal first,” Rosie, still in the corner, shot a sharp glance at Shulva.

The moment he caught her meaning, Shulva raised his voice thunderously.

“Lord Julian has already transferred all of his assets to Lady Rosie!”

Silence fell over the room.

Every single person turned to stare at the small girl standing in the corner.

Rosie, peeking out slightly, lifted the document she had been holding tightly against her chest.

It was a simple document, written in large, bold letters.

Everyone in the room could read it instantly.

The expressions of those who had been thrusting papers at Julian soured in dismay.

“…Damn it.”

“Hurry, hurry!”

“You didn’t mention anything about this earlier!”

“He handed it over to his sister? That lovesick idiot who would’ve handed over his guts and liver to her on a silver platter actually remembered that much?”

“That lunatic who only ever cared about his sister? Yeah, that sounds about right.”

And just like that, without so much as a farewell, they rushed out of Julian’s room.

It was as if they had all received the same unspoken order at once—every last one of them bolted out the door in a flurry.

For a moment, silence settled in the now-empty room, leaving only Shulva, Rosie, and Julian behind.

“…Ah.”

Shulva blinked slowly and muttered,

“Those people….”

Rosie finally stepped forward, her steps slow and deliberate as she approached Julian’s bedside.

“Well, they must be busy rushing back to their masters. Now that the situation has changed, they’ll need new instructions.”

She shrugged and flashed a knowing grin.

“With the documents they prepared, there’s nothing they can do anymore, right?”

Their masters?

Julian narrowed his sharp eyes at the door where the people had just fled.

Then all of this…

Rosie spoke again, her voice calm.

“Our dear relatives prepared this in a hurry. They had no intention of visiting you in person, of course, but they were eager to take whatever they could from your assets. With Grandfather gone, this is their golden opportunity.”

Julian swallowed dryly.

If Rosie hadn’t been here, he might have stamped his seal on a few of those documents simply because they had insisted it was “urgent” or that it had to be signed “by today.”

After all, up until now, he hadn’t even known he had any wealth.

And truthfully, he hadn’t cared either.

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