Vol 2 Prologue (1/2)

Prologue—translated by Raylight (proofread by Trespa.s.serby; C/E edited by lucathia)

“From now on, you will be known as Hold Keeper and will be House Keeper’s little brother. You got that?”

Anyways, I was lying with my eyes open.

The golden-haired man standing in front of me obviously had blue eyes, while House Keeper was black-haired with green eyes. No matter how you looked at them, be it horizontally or vertically, these two looked like the least similar brothers in history! The only point they had in common was probably the fact that they both wore strangely formal clothing.

House Keeper was decked out in a dress s.h.i.+rt, bow tie, and vest.

As for the golden-haired fellow, he had fussed over his choices when selecting clothes to buy and had insisted on buying these gorgeous white, priest robes. Although the clothes were transformed from doll clothes, they were still so pricey that it made my heart hurt!

Nowadays, even dolls had it better than humans.

G.o.d knows! Even I myself am only wearing a singlet that’s a mere three hundred and ninety yuan!

Speaking of which, even leaving the “eye-catching” clothes aside, these two didn’t look like pure Asians at all. In House Keeper’s case, I could possibly barely pa.s.s him off as a mix-blood; however, the golden-haired one’s appearance was completely that of a foreigner’s.

The fortunate thing was that there were plenty of foreigners in Taiwan, so in the worst case, I could make up some nonsense about them being half-brothers with the same father but different mothers. There weren’t a lot of people I’d have to explain this to anyways. The people that I most likely would have to explain to, would at most be, the neighbors living opposite me. However, Jiang Yu is easily fooled, and her husband… He’s so elusive that I have only heard about him and have never seen him, so he’s not important!

As for Jiang Ziya… He doesn’t count.

With that “truth-seeing eye” of his, he would be able to tell that the golden-haired one is “Not Human!” in one look.

I took a sip from the coffee that House Keeper had served. My line of thinking had started going off the rails, due to the consecutive late nighters that I had pulled to rush my ma.n.u.scripts.

When he heard his name, the golden-haired one directly flipped a table in rage.

“Hold Keeper?1 What kind of lousy name is that? I demand a change!”

“It’s much nicer than your brother’s name already. I originally wanted to call you ’Grounds Keeper.’ This way, the older brother is a housekeeper and the younger brother is a groundskeeper. How fitting is that! You want to change your name? Fine, take your pick between Hold Keeper and Grounds Keeper.”

After saying that, I was actually a little worried that this fellow would pick “Grounds Keeper.” He had recently taken to being contrary and specialized in doing the exact opposite of what I said. In the end, I had to resort to saying “Don’t go” to get him to leave, and shout “Hurry up and leave” so as to stop him from leaving. Really, what a contrary fellow!

“That guy is not my older brother.” The golden-haired man… Ah, I should call him Hold Keeper now. His mood seemed capricious as he looked at House Keeper standing at the side. Ever since he discovered that House Keeper had become a “lie,” his att.i.tude toward him, which had never been good to begin with, became even worse.

“Why in the world do I have to be the younger brot

her?”

So he was actually complaining about the seniority?

I actually felt slightly relieved at that. I had thought that Hold Keeper refused to recognize House Keeper as his sibling. That would be much more troublesome…

Although, the two of them do not necessarily have to be brothers, either. After all, other people who raise two or more “illusions” don’t exactly have them live as siblings. It was only my selfish wish in the hopes that House Keeper and Hold Keeper could be siblings with a good relations.h.i.+p, and that it might more or less help Hold Keeper alleviate his feelings of wanting companions.

“It’s because House Keeper was born earlier, and he’s already a hundred and fifty something in the book. You’re just in your twenties and don’t even have a fraction of his age. How are you planning to compete?”