chapter 7

Ah! I shouldn't think about my past life. It makes me feel bad!

"I love you so much, Big Brother!" She claimed. I thought this family was cruel. I don't see that! Though I'm the heir to the Vega family, there seems to be a tradition about the love marriages in this house.

"Sista, what do you think will I marry anyone in this world?" I asked her, genuinely. "Umm..." She can't possibly be thinking of handing over me to someone else. I smirked.

"Of course not, right?" I said. "Yeah, Big Brother, you're not a romantic person at all," she proclaimed. "Why did you thought that?" I muttered. "Cause you're not a romantic person," she explained. "I may not fell in a relationship, but I do know love tips," I proudly said. Yeah, of course, who expects an introvert to use those tips! "What?! Can you give me love tips?" She asked. "Sista, you're too small for that!" I explained. "Huh? I'm 16-years-old, Big Brother!"

"Yeah, you're not small at age, but you're still childish at this age!" I explained. "Then I will mature!" She proclaimed. She started to walk out of the dining room. "Where are you going?" I asked. "To become mature!" She claimed.

Maybe I should tell her tutors that they should not teach my sister these subjects.

The butler came towards me, and said, "The duke has come back for his business trip." Yeah! I had a father! Missed that point!

I came rushing towards the entrance and slowed down at the door. "Welcome back, Father!" I greeted.

My father, Icarus Vega, was the 10th duke of this household and the country. And I was going to be the 11th duke.

"Thank you! My son!" He greeted. He entered the mansion, while I was escorting him.

"I heard you got disqualified in the championship?" He explained. I thought he will use a cold tone, only his face is cold like mine. "Yeah, Father!" I said. "Why?" He asked. "I thought that I should participate in the championship in the next year," I explained. "And why is that so?" He asked. "Cause the prince is participating in the next year," I claimed. "Oh, is that so?" He said. "Yes, Father!" I apologised. "No need to apologise, but you need to win next year," he said. "Of course, Father!" I claimed.

The guard came running up to me.

"Sir!" He said to me. Father and I turned at his words. "Yes?" I said. "Sir, it's time to go back to the championship stadium." He explained. Ah! I forgot about the championship. Wait? 4 hours gone by like that!? Is there time faster or what?