He’s My Real Brother, Duke

them spread the rumor.

 

Thanks to Sally and Jenny, and the maid of honor, Rudel, who unexpectedly joined, we attracted attention with the gorgeous booth, and the hair regenerative potion sold quite well.

 

‘Thanks to those who are concerned about their hair, hair growth products are quite popular!’

 

At that time, I heard someone muttering from afar.

 

I turned my head in the direction of the sound with a pleased smile.

 

Was it because everyone paid attention to my invention or was it supposed to be this lively atmosphere originally?

 

Anyway, it was constantly alive for a small flea market in the castle.

 

Infected with the atmosphere, I, too, tried to laugh joyfully but paused for a moment.

 

A familiar man was walking towards me, glaring at me.

 

With a sullen expression, gray-blue eyes, and curly red hair.

 

“Long time no see, Astel.”

 

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A man in a bizarre outfit with mulberry over his shoulder and a leather jacket sneered at me.

 

“Yes, sir.”

 

The man I was afraid of appearing in my dream was the director of the treatment center where I lived…

 

As soon as I found him, I answered confidently, but my voice trembled a little.

 

“It looks like you’ve been well, haven’t you?”

 

He looked down at me sarcastically.

 

The beast, who has been tormenting me every time, and pressured me down as if to kill me.

 

When he threatened me according to the characteristics of his species, he used to growl…

 

Most of all, he was the one who stole the new medicine I had worked hard for over the past three years and used it himself.

 

Astel slowly opened her lips and faced him.

 

 

✤

 

Astel replied with a calm face.

 

“Yes.
I’m fine.”

 

Astel’s eyes were sparkling as he looked up at the treatment director, Miles.

 

Miles, the director of the Duke’s external treatment center aimed to enter the Duke’s Castle.

 

Thanks to the grace of the noble, it was his biggest dream and goal in life to occupy a place in the internal treatment center of the Duke’s Castle.

 

However, that goal was achieved first by a stupid, young human girl who worked at his treatment center.

 

‘How dare that girl… ‘

 

But that’s fine.
It didn’t matter.

 

‘I could still use her.’ (Miles)

 

  

The flea market was one of the few events that allowed outsiders to enter the castle grounds.

 

‘So, as soon as I heard the news from the flea market, I went inside the castle to contact Astel.’ (Miles)

 

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At the flea market that had arrived, Astel was also praised.

 

“Wasn’t that amazing, Astel?”

 

“I ignored you for being human…”

 

“Developing a hair growth potion! Who would come up with such a thing?”

 

“I think my lost hair would grow right away.”

 

“Are there any side effects?”

 

“Elte tested it earlier, and I don’t think there’s any.”

 

…He stared at Astel’s giant booth with bloodshot eyes.

 

How could they treat her as a healer like this?

 

Of course, it seemed that there were still a few that looked down on Astel as a human being.

 

However, there was no one who treated her rudely.
The achievements of this stupid Astel were truly extraordinary.

 

It’s said that she saved the Duke of Anais, aside from saving the life of Ricardo, the ancestor of the Jaguar family, who was in crisis.

 

As a result, the anecdote that the Jaguar family was going to support Astel had already spread beyond the Duke Castle and across the territory.

 

In the midst of success and victories like that, another fascinating hair regrowth potion was created.

 

It would be a lot of money to sell it to the beasts who are troubled by fur problems during each molting period.

 

Miles’ eyes glared insidiously at Astel.

 

“Tell me the secret.
Even if it’s a secret, couldn’t you just tell me, I was your boss?”

 

As he whispered that, Astel’s lips opened slightly.

 

As always, it was a mouth that would ask about the best information.

 

He began to urge as usual.

 

“Come on.
Huh?”

 

An exhilarating sensation swept up from my toes.

 

Yes, you’re right.

 

I’m the pushover Astel, wasn’t I?