I knew it.
Edward feigned confusion. "Why, Mr. Gustav? Didn't Dubois say you were close friends, practically brothers? Why would you..."
"Wait!"
Roselle raised an eyebrow and interrupted him. "Did Dubois really say that?"
"Yes."
"Hahahaha!" Roselle immediately burst out laughing. "Then did he say anything else about me?"
"Well, mostly he reminisced about growing up with you. He said that although you were both nobles, you came from impoverished minor noble families, so neither of you had a particularly good life. Later, you supported and helped each other, gradually getting through those hard times. Eventually, you came to Trier together..."
"You changed."
"He changed."
Edward and Roselle spoke at the same time.
"Huh?"
Roselle froze, pointing at himself in astonishment. "He said... I changed? He was the one who suddenly started acting crazy for no reason, always picking fights with me!"
"Damn it, and now he's turning around and blaming me!"
"I shouldn't have had people secretly protecting him all these years! I should have let those nobles make him suffer a little more!"
"Fuck!"
Edward: "..."
Wait!
Why does this sound stranger the more I hear? Are you two sure you're brothers and not lovers?
Roselle really didn't regard Dubois as a brother.
After all, their previous "bond" had developed before his transmigration. Although Roselle had inherited all those memories, looking through them felt more like watching a film that had nothing to do with him.
After transmigrating, however, he had spent some time "messing around" with Dubois. With those memories also playing their part, Roselle admitted that Dubois just barely qualified as a friend.
So, after making his fortune, he had thought to give Dubois a helping hand along the way. What he hadn't expected was for the man to inexplicably refuse to appreciate it, as though