Chapter 2: Chapter 1.2

When I raised my voice, my parents looked at me.

I got up from my seat, picked up Franz jacket from the floor and covered him with it. I didn’t want to see his wounded body for too long, it’d hurt my heart.

“Frantz doesn’t seem to fit in with the Kratier Academy.”

I took a deep breath and delivered my intention clearly.

“You know, Franz is a born scholar. I’m not against becoming a knight myself.”

“Kyla, I understood what you are trying to say.”

But my father sighed and refused to listen to me: “But Franz is the official heir to our family. The Kratier Academy is an Imperial institution. If you are the heir to lead the family, you’ll have to graduate from the Academy be recognized as the successor and to be granted the title”

I knew you’d say that. But I didn’t intend to step down from here either.

“The Guardian of the Yellow Knights has produced a lot of female knights. The same goes for our Vesta family. So I can do it.”

It was an impulsive decision. But it wasn’t the case that there weren’t any women in the history of the Vesta family. I reminded my father of that fact.

“Kyla, you should have been trained as a kid to become a knight. But you’ve never even held a sword.”

As my father said, I, Kayla Vesta, have never held a sword in the seventeen years I have lived, let alone a long one.

“Kyla Vesta was.”

This is the last thing in my life.*

“Frantz, tell father clearly. Do you want to be a knight or do you want to become a scholar?”

My father’s fierce eyes turned to Franz. Franz, who was was already timid at this point, was completely discouraged now.

I poked Franz in the ribs and whispered to him: “Frantz, think of the things I have always told you abaout.”

There was a story I have told Franz about for the last three years since I entered this world.

“You really want to become a knight like father wants you to?”

“There are times when we need to kill people.”

“You don’t like using violence.”

Franz had a nature that fits perfectly with ‘Sung Seon Seol’.

I kept scratching and touching Franz’s weak point, pointing out what he really wanted. Franz’s ultimate desire, which had stayed suppressed in the original work.

“You like to see birds in the woods. You said your dream is to observe wild birds.”

“You said all day long that there’s a lot you want to read and study.”

“You said you wanted to live in peace?”

Franz’s lips quivered finely.

“Live the life you want to live.”

Franz, who has never disobeyed his parents’ wishes; Franz the good son, who loves his family and feels rewarded when helping the compassionate and weak. So retired Franz.

Even in the original work, he couldn’t properly resist the bad guys and just suffered instead.

“Ah, Father, I…”

My parents’ eyes turned to Franz’s mouth.

“As my sister said, a scholar… I want to become one.”

“… Franz.”

For Franz, who had never disobeyed his father, this one time required an enormous amount of courage.

I smiled and Franz, who seemed relieved at first, was now shivering. This is because Franz’s eyes finally met our parents properly.

In fact, until Franz returned home, he couldn’t even change his fate or the future.

I whispering sweet words to Franz for the last three years because I pitied him so much.

I wanted to let you know that Franz, who works hard for the sake of his family, has other choices as well. That’s it. *

But witnessing the blue bruise on Franz’s body myself changed my mind. If it had continued, Franz would be humiliated even more.

And my family, including me, would walk the path of extinction.

“And once again, I want to become a knight, Father.”

I delivered my will clearly to my father.

“Dear parents, have I ever been a burden to you?”

Neither father nor mother could answer my question.

In my memory of Kayla Vesta, Kayla was always mature and responsible. She’s a god big sister who always gave way to her younger brother. She had always been weak against her brother.

“I didn’t know… you wanted to beome a knight so badly. But Kyla, after the coming-of-age ceremony, it will be hard for you to change your path.”

My father’s expression has changed.