If I Disobey the Duke

r did not happen.

When he slowly opened his eyes, the chief knight grabbed his chin and pulled out the medal, wiping the saliva on his clothes.

Vlad grimaced as he looked at Dandelion, who was looking at him in dismay.
“If I hear something that shouldn’t be said just one more time, you will be disciplined in a way you can’t even imagine.
So…”

Under Dandelion’s curtain-like eyelashes, the moist green eyes glowed bewilderingly.

“…Thank yourself for the features that resemble your older sister.”

When the chief knight let go of the hand holding his chin, Dandelion slowly sat down and began to weep.

Vlad clicked his tongue slightly.

He was going to scold him properly, but when he began to cry, he looked like Lily, so he didn’t.

At this rate, if Lily was painted on the enemy’s armor, he would be easily defeated.

Dandelion barely spoke, holding back his tears.
“Hic.
Thank you, thank you! I will! I-I will never do that again.
I’ll take good care of my sister and my brothers, hic!”

Vlad ignored him.
“Are you the one who asked Lily to prove it?”

Dandelion, who was trying to calm his breath, blinked absently.
“Prove…? What?”

Vlad let out a shaky sigh as his expression was so similar to Lily’s that he lost his will to argue.

No matter how much she loved her younger brothers, there was no way she would have been swayed by such an idiot.

If so, it was clear that the person who instigated it was the other one.

“How about your brothers? Do you have similar personalities?”

“Brothers… huh? I have one older brother, Brother Crocus.
And one younger brother.
Antonio… Brother Crocus is different from me.
”

“…Crocus?”

Vlad’s eyebrows rose sharply.

It was different from the name he had heard.
The name Lily had been calling out while suffering from a fever was…

“Is Tristan your brother?”

“Ah, you mean Brother Tristan? He’s a good friend of our family.” Dandelion shut his mouth, aghast.
Then he racked his brain for words.
“We’ve known each other for about 10 years, so he can be called sister’s good friend…”

A dark look crossed Vlad’s face.

This time, Dandelion covered his mouth with both hands in fear of losing his jaw.

However, it seemed that the duke’s ill feelings were not directed towards Dandelion.

Vlad slowly turned his head towards the castle.
“Tristan was… a friend.”