A Girl Who Didn't Want to Grow Up

It was deep into the night when the door was gently pushed open. A furtive figure quietly slipped into Roderick's room. After entering, she first stood by the bed and glanced at the motionless, sleeping Roderick, then unceremoniously crawled under his covers.

Roderick clearly sensed his little sister's hand moving down from his cheek. With apprehension in his heart, it finally stopped at his chest.

She seemed completely unconcerned that her brother might wake up. She freely hugged his arm, forcibly rested her head on it, then closed her eyes without a care and prepared to sleep.

Roderick's superhuman physique could withstand Remi's antics. Otherwise, when he woke up the next morning, his entire body would surely be sore.

He carefully stretched his body and adjusted his angle so Remi could lie more comfortably.

"I know you're not asleep, Brother." The girl's clear, deep-blue eyes were even more beautiful than the moonlight spilling into the room.

"Remi." Roderick looked at the girl so close before him, feeling her warmth and scent, and his heart grew a little restless.

"When I was little, I slept with Mom first, then I got to sleep with Brother. After growing up, I could only sleep alone. That feeling is awful." Remilia complained.

"But why do I feel like you've never grown up? You're still like a child." Roderick slowly said, shifting into a more comfortable position.

"When I was fourteen, you drove me next door to sleep by myself. It made me cry for days. I swore then that I would never grow up again." Remilia still remembered how miserable she had been. She could never forget it.

"I was thinking about your future life back then. I was going to Stratholme with the others to take part in the Order of the Silver