"Brother!," I childishly yelled as I clung to the arms of my second brother.
For a split second, Wilhem grimaced at the touch of the retarded concubine's son, but he quickly regained his smile. Although both Hern and Wilhem display a righteous personality, Wilhem has more tact. So he never really openly shows hate on me like Hern does.
But a two-faced person is just the same as those who openly hates me, maybe even worse.
"M-my dear brother, how are you? I have some presents for you!,"
"Wow! Really?," I pretended to be excited.
'Seriously, I can't wait to behead you' I whispered in my head.
Wilhem smiled and clapped towards his butler. Servants arrive into the guest room with piles of boxes. "I have toys, some sweets for you! These chocolates are amazing too!," Wilhem exclaimed, a little too excitedly.
Maybe he needs acting classes from Hern. Or maybe just openly insult me like he does so I don't have to pretend that I like his 'sincere' gestures.
"Wow!! Brother!! I love toys!!," I exclaimed, grabbing a box from a servant. "Oh what's this?," with something that looks like a toy soldier, I shake it vigorously and threw it towards Wilhem. His cheek slightly bruised. It was a power throw.
Wilhem's smile slightly twitched.
"My dear brother, why did you throw that toy?,"
I bite my lower lip, pretending to stifle a cry. "I-I am sorry brother. I thought soldiers could fly!!,".
Wow, I am having fun pretending to be someone that I've always been.
His eyes twitched, trying to hold the anger in. "A-anyway, my dear brother, can you do this brother a favour?,"
Here it comes.
Of course this guy will not come empty-handed when he asks for a favour. He really thought I was just a simple-minded, retarded prince.
Well he's right though. I was.
"What's wrong brother?," I blinked my eyes innocently.
Wilhem's smile twitched again. He probably hated asking a help from some moron like me. "Right now, brother is being accused of trying to harm your master. I would never try to harm my precious brother's master,".
"Oh?,"
Wilhem shivered. For a moment, he saw this idiot prince with madness flashed for a second in his eyes. "It's just my imagination. Just meeting the Asperas is driving my imagination wild," Wilhem thought.
"So can you help brother to tell everyone that I did nothing wrong and it was your first brother who did it?,"
"Hmm…why?," I tilted my head, pretending to be ignorant.
He sighed but quickly smiled. He's getting a little impatient. "Because you're a good child. Everyone believes a good child. And first brother is mean to you,".
Suddenly, an idea flashed in my mind.
I gave him the biggest smile and hugged him. "Of course, you're the best brother in the world. I'll tell everyone that brother is very kind,".
Wilhem sighed in relief at the smile Vance gave him. Little did he know that smile meant that Wilhem is digging his own grave.