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Side Story 48

Gallahan, the third son of Lombardi family, hid the corner of his mouth that seemed to cramp up with a glass of wine.

“Can you hear me, Gallahan?”

Gallahan’s eldest brother, Viege Lombardi, asked sternly.

Having been ferocious and impatient since childhood, he had a personality that could change at any time, even if he smiled a bit now.

He was still drunk, and his brown eyes gleamed over his smiling face.

“…Yes, brother.”

When Gallahan reluctantly answered, Viege nodded satisfactorily only then.

“Yes, yes. So that’s my brother.”

Gallahan’s body shook violently as his hand gripped his shoulder.

Last night, he tossed and turned all night and couldn’t rest, floating around on wine with tired eyes.

“And if father tries to call you and ask you to do it, you refuse because you can’t do it like this time. That’s the right way.”

Lulac, Gallahan’s father and the head of Lombardi family, was a strict leader.

And that attitude was the same for the children who inherited his blood.

Nothing was just given.

As a head of the family and as a father, Lulac Lombardi was constantly demanding achievements.

However, the youngest, Gallahan, was the only one Lulac treated softly.

He kept giving him opportunities and trying to support him in one way or another.

Therefore, Viege, the eldest son who had not yet been announced as a successor, did not care to such a Gallahan.

Then he almost fell behind when he heard that his father was going to give his youngest a seat at the Lombardi’s top.

Eventually, he called Gallahan separately and threatened to tell his father that he couldn’t do it with his mouth.

The visit, which came once a day, threatened, coerced, and dried blood, continued until Gallahan obeyed Viege.

‘I’m not going to see my brother for a while.’

There was no reason to pour the tea from the seat where Viege forced him to sit, and in the end, Gallahan thought as he drank wine from the morning.

“Family business is not for everyone. It’s better for me with experience to lead the work than for you, who doesn’t know anything for no reason. I thought well.”

In front of Viege, who was in a good mood to somehow get what he wanted, Gallahan just wanted to get out of this place.

If he had known that he would eventually give up like this, he would have had to reject his father’s offer from the beginning.

He was greedy in the hope of wanting to. He felt pathetic for himself for spending tiring days.

“From now on, live quietly and modestly like that. Got it?”

At Viege’s words, Gallahan nodded helplessly.

“If you’re done talking, can I get up and go, brother?”

“Yes? Oh, yes, yes.”

Viege, who now had nothing to do with Gallahan, waved one hand without sincerity.

Gallahan, who trudged back to his room, quietly changed his clothes.

With a familiar touch, he was dressed in shabby clothes that could be worn by commoners, and packed a crater lying on one side of the room. (TN: I’m not sure what ‘crater’ is. It’s the translation. I assume it’s a tool for drawing.)