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— Roksu-nim... I don't like your brother.
Roksu, who was calmly drinking his tea, paused for a moment and stared at Choi Han. Hearing his tone of voice was enough to understand the truth.
Choi Han was a terrible liar.
After a brief sigh, he replied:
— Well... you're not the first.
— He's an idiot. He only knows how to annoy others.
— Well, you're right. Cale is very good at trying people's patience.
Roksu smiled as he remembered all the times he had to save Cale from getting beaten up for provoking someone.
— He's always smelling of alcohol and talking nonsense in the hallways.
— I'm thinking of a plan to reduce the amount of alcohol he consumes.
— He complains about Vicross's food and still picks on the children.
— He just doesn't know how to be honest. When Vicross traveled with us, Cale sent me a letter complaining about how much he missed his cooking... and even the chubby cheeks of the little ones. It was a sentimental thing he would never have dared to say in person.
Roksu chuckled softly as he recalled his brother's complaints.
— He throws things at Hans.
— Well... in that case, I think Hans deserves a little.
— He can't go a single day without getting into fights.
Choi Han frowned, as if trying to find more reasons to convince Roksu... or perhaps convince himself that he really didn't like Cale.
— I think that's a natural talent of his.
— He had the audacity to pull Eruhaben-nim's hair.
Roksu closed his eyes for a moment, remembering the chaos of calming the Elder Dragon and preventing him from erasing his brother from existence.
— My brother has always had a certain suicidal tendency, but I know Eruhaben wouldn't hurt him.
— He's always picking fights with me.
Roksu smiled slightly.
— We both know that, deep down, you enjoy his company.
Choi Han opened his mouth to deny it, but ended up just sighing. He couldn't find a single answer that sounded convincing.
In the end...
Choi Han simply couldn't understand how he had ended up liking someone like Cale Henituse.