The Youngest Hides a Lot of Things [Novel] Chapter 1

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Translator: Harry Potta

Chapter: 1

Chapter Title: Prologue

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N Year, N Month, N Day / Weather: Clear / Mood: Suspicious

Our house's youngest is somehow off.

He's definitely hiding his true nature.

I saw it. Him stealthily dropping the grilled bell pepper that came out for dinner.

Is that all?

Not content with grinding it flat under his foot, he even covered it with a napkin for the perfect crime. (Chills even thinking about it again.)

The poor bell pepper will be found by the maids clearing the dining room. In its tragically mangled state...

Even creepier was when I tried to tell Father—he shot me a look and ran his finger across his throat.

Of course, as a brave man of House Jebert, I wasn't scared one bit.

But since the youngest is clearly a devil hiding a deeply wicked nature, I...

Decided to let it slide this time.

Can't wake the devil at the dinner table!

And well...

As the big brother, covering for my little sibling's slip-ups is only natural, right?

Anyway, that's how it is.

Great that he got me out of being the baby of the family.

But he's suspicious somehow.

N Year, N Month, N Day / Weather: Cloudy / Mood: Gloomy

I sparred with our house's youngest.

Father said it.

House Jebert is the continent's greatest knightly house, so we can't slack on training for even a moment!

I'm going to train hard and become a cool knight who protects the Empire!

Oh, and that obviously applies to the youngest too.

He showed up at our house out of the blue, dragged along by Father's hand, but he's still a man of House Jebert!

Of course, the youngest collapsed today without even making one proper lap of the training grounds.

Hmph. What does he plan to do?

But thinking about it, it's weird.

The youngest looks so scrawny he couldn't lift a twig...

But in a real spar, I can't beat him at all.

Why?

N Year, N Month, N Day / Weather: Sunny / Mood: Great

I got a new sword! Yay!

Gonna show it off to Liam when big bro comes home!

It's a super badass-looking sword (or so Uncle Obron says) that Father and Grandpa personally commissioned from the blacksmith. Gotta become a knight worthy of this beast in no time.

Oh, the youngest got a sword too.

He's so tiny all over—small body, small hands, everything—so Father seemed to agonize over it for days.

In the end, after consulting Grandpa, he gave him a family sword or something.

Whatever.

Mine looks way cooler!

Heh heh...

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N Year, N Month, N Day / Weather: / Mood:

Rubian.

I'm warning you,

don't steal peeks at my diary. For real.

N Year, N Month, N Day / Weather: Snow / Mood: Absolutely fantastic

That wicked youngest kept sneaking peeks at my diary, so I bought one with a lock.

Can't let my guard down around him!

He grumbled about why I wrote so much about him.

...Do I write about him that much?

No, but what else do you write in a diary?

Hmm.

Anyway, tomorrow Mother's coming back from recuperating down south.

So--excited!

N Year, N Month, N Day / Weather: / Mood:

The whole house is in an uproar.

Our house's youngest.

Rubian.

Is a girl.