Viel looked at their faces for a while before opening his mouth to answer his question.
"For Prince Jonathan's advanced celebration of his sixteenth birthday."
No one said a word after that. Gian lowered his head so Viel cannot see his mortified expression. Russel took a quick glance at Gian's direction. Of course, he knew what he was thinking in his head.
"Uhm... Young master Cres Val—"
"Brother Viel."
"...Ah?"
"Just call me Brother Viel from now on." Viel said to Russel with a lazy smile. "You have the same age as Gian and because you are his close friend, then you can also treat me as your older brother."
"..."
"You do not have to worry, Russel. I will protect you from now on."
"...Thanks. But no thanks."
'Brother? You piece of shit! You almost killed me before! I would rather have diarrhea for a month than to call you my brother!'
