Chapter 132
While staying at the mansion, I had learned quite a bit about Mircel.
In the later part of the scenario, the one known as the perfect and flawless swordsman is my younger brother, so it’s only natural that I’d be curious about his childhood.
What I found out about Mircel is that he doesn’t have any friends.
The reason is that he’s a genius who is on a completely different level from everyone else.
Children his age can’t handle the relative sense of deprivation or the immature jealousy that comes with it, so they only gossip behind his back.
Whenever he would say, “Do you think I’m a child?” it might have been because he found the jealousy of the other children petty, or perhaps it was his way of drawing a line and saying he was different from them.
But deep down, he was still just a kid.
The fact that he would pull me by the hand, asking to play with Niasel and me, is proof of that.
He must have satisfied the usual cravings of a child his age through Niasel and me.