So this story started when my dear father kidnapped a boy.

"Father, who is he? It's a little different from the toys I've seen so far?"

"It's the son of that arrogant asshole Pedelian but I brought him here to educate him."

At a glance I knew who the child was. Because anyone who exuded such a strong presence was expected to play the male lead in this world.

"Then can I play with it? I can teach it well."

"Me too!"

Her younger siblings, who resembled their father in a sense with their yellow buds (Yellow buds means someone who doesn't learn from their mistakes/prior experiences), cried eagerly like fledgling birds with a meal in front of them.

"Keep him in the basement until he's more... amenable."

The guards, acting on their father's instructions, seized the boy by his hair as they drug him away. Chains had been bound tightly around his arms and legs, and he even had a gag in his mouth.

However, the fierce stubbornness that radiated from that boy made it clear that this helpless state he was in right now was only because of those shackles.

He kept a fierce gaze fixed on my family all the way to the dungeon. I shuddered lightly from the strength of that gaze.

My younger brother's eyes were sparkling with maliciousness.

"Oh, this toy will be fun."

"I want to play with it now."

As I already stated, I recognized him.

Cassis Pedelian.

The heroine's older brother.

There was only one thought running through my mind, unlike my younger siblings who were excited.

Ha... This is really fucked up.