"Sister-in-law." Seeing my stern face, which is different from before, my sister-in-law's expression turns serious. "My brother wasn't in the best health to begin with, so was that what caused his death?" I can't leave without asking this question.
"Yes. It happened so fast after his condition worsened."
"Is that so……" After that I was silent. I struggled to find any words.
A lot of things happened at a hectic pace last night, and I was exhausted from walking all day without getting much sleep, then having a roller-coaster of emotions, so I didn't have time to think about it, but now... I don't know.
The heavy reality that my brothers are no longer in this world weighs on me.
No matter what, I couldn't help but think about my brothers.
"Uncle..."
Claudia calls out to me, perhaps sensing my heavy atmosphere, which I don't usually show. "I'm sorry. It's not me that's suffering the most, it's the two of you who lost their precious family members."
"It's understandable, Charles has also lost eight other brothers."
"Yes."
"Because most of you were so far apart in age, I guess he was the only person you got along with, right? I can't say that I understand Charles' feelings, though." "Yeah." "I can guess to some extent. Thank you for liking my husband."
"No, it is I who must thank you. If I hadn't met my brother, sister-in-law, and Dia, I would still be a hungry ghost who doesn't know anything about what's important."
I'm not saying that I didn't learn much from my mother.
Nevertheless. I can't tell you how many important things my warm family here has taught me, other than what I learned from my mother. I can't thank her enough for that. "Thank you, Charles." Even though I was supposed to be thanking her, she returned my gratitude.
"The current Charles has grown into an outstanding prince."
Saying that, my sister-in-law continued. "If your involvement with our family helped that, then I couldn't be happier." "Sister-in-law..." Therefore, this heavy topic was wrapped up. "By the way..." Although it seemed a bit forced, my sister-in-law moved to change the topic.
"Won't Charles think about getting married?"
As if to shake off the dark topic from earlier, my sister-in-law asked me in a cheerful manner.
"That's right."
I thought about it a bit and answered. "When I look at my sister-in-law and Dia, I think marriage isn’t a bad idea." A gentle good wife and a reliable daughter. For me, these two are the very ideals I envisioned. "Are there no good people?" "If I had someone like that, I wouldn’t be wandering around at this age." "I hope Charles can find a good person too." "That's no good! I'll marry you uncle!!"
Hearing those words from my sister-in-law, Claudia, who is usually reserved, begins to assert her presence, which is unusual for Claudia. "It's an honor for me to hear you say that."
"Yes."
"By the time Dia grows up to be a wonderful lady, your uncle will already be an old man, right?" I answered like that jokingly. "No, Uncle." Claudia shakes her head in response to my words. "Even by that time, uncle will still be exactly the same as he is now, in fact, you will be even more wonderful than you are now."
I seem to have been extremely overrated.
That's what I think.
"Thank you, Dia."
After that, I spent about two hours having fun with the two of them for the first time in a while. The truly enjoyable time passes in the blink of an eye.
"To be honest, I'm sorry to cut our time short, but..."
I announced.
"There are still a lot of places I need to go to today, so I'll leave you alone for now." "You're going to visit my husband, aren't you?" As expected of my sister-in-law. It seems like she can guess what I'm thinking. "Then take this with you." Saying so, she hands me a large basket.
"This is?"
"It's got your brother's favorite sandwiches and tea. It's necessary for a private chat, right?"
"Thank you. I'm sure my brother will be happy too." "Yes. Please give them my regards, Charles."
"Please give my regards to your father and Uncle as well." And so I left the two of them.
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