The Strongest Brother Lost His Memory-Chapter 41

The decline of the Noart Count Family began when Grandfather fell ill, and the uncles and aunts started to seize real power.

In other words, if Julian had become the heir as planned, it wouldn't have fallen apart!

"Ah, they must have come to kill Julian."

I swallowed dryly.

"Since Julian doesn't come out, it must be from the Temple. They've fabricated an unavoidable reason!"

Although Julian has no memory now, the doctor said he could return at any time.

Julian had been a formidable figure at the forefront of the Noart Count Family's opposition to the Temple.

It must be related to the Temple that such a strong Julian had this accident.

It was only natural for the Temple to want to dispose of him now.

"Before the child appears, ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) I have to restore my brother's memory, maybe even lure him out to a secluded place and kill him."

It was a distinct possibility.

"No!"

I jumped up.

"Kid, what's wrong?"

"Brother, just a moment. I need to go somewhere urgently. I'll manage my emptiness on my own."

"Uh, what?"

"Heidi."

I commanded Heidi, leaving Julian dumbfounded.

"I need to go to Grandfather."

"What?"

"Right now. Quickly."

Heidi blinked in surprise and hesitated.

It was true I was somewhat in Grandfather's favor, but not enough to rush to see him in the middle of the night.

And Grandfather was fundamentally a man without blood or tears. He didn’t dote on anyone just because they were related by blood.

Julian, too, was startled and grabbed my arm.

"That old man, although he seems generous and spends money well, fundamentally his character seems nasty. Do you really have to go... Should I come with you?"

"No, I think it might disturb Grandfather's mood even more to see you now."

"..."

"Take care of yourself, brother. Let's go, Heidi."

I waved to Julian and immediately left the room.

'I must stop it. Somehow.'

My steps quickened as I headed to Grandfather.

'Whatever it takes, using whatever means!'

The haughty face of Cecil flashed in my mind, causing my heart to pound anew.

Memories hidden by astonishment began to slowly resurface, causing my stomach to churn.

'Cecil will move quickly.'

Because continuing to pretend to be pregnant was also difficult for her.

Moreover, she wasn’t actually pregnant for years, so no matter how long she resisted, it was only a matter of months.

The mission Cecil was assigned was quite short-term from the beginning. And I knew very well what Cecil hated the most.

"An intern with barely any divine power... daring to relax and eat in the villa? Ah, weren’t you even a bastard? A girl with no right to be treated as a lady, acting all high and mighty?"

It was me.

****

Late at night, Caliban was in his office.

"That Julian kid."

In front of Caliban stood Julian’s personal physician, Peter.

"The injury on his right leg is severe. It will take a few more months before he can walk and run normally, but his recovery is surprisingly quick."

"Can he fully recover?"

"Well... He can definitely recover to a normal person’s level. But reaching the same physical prowess as before seems unlikely."

Five years.

The time it took for a butcher's young man who had not received proper education to become the undisputed strongest in the Empire.

Caliban knew how hard Julian had worked for it. That made it even more regrettable.

"He doesn't remember being strong, so there's no psychological impact."

Peter scratched his chin as he reported.

"Anyway, it’s clear the Temple is involved. After all, there’s no ordinary person who could have caused such an injury to Lord Julian."

"That's a strong suspicion, so we can't formally protest to the Temple. Is there no way to find definitive evidence?"

"As an ordinary doctor, that’s impossible for me. We don't even handle divine power."

Peter rolled his eyes as he continued.

"Not only that, but we generally diagnose using magical tools, and the magic stored in the tools often neutralizes divine power. So I'm afraid I won’t be much help with anything related to the Temple."

There were supernatural forces like magic and divine power.

Magic was something every human was born with to some degree, and it had been extensively researched.

However, being born with divine power was quite rare overall.

It was basically a hereditary trait, so almost no children were born with divine power from parents who didn’t have it.

And those who did have significant divine power were raised as priests in the Temple from a young age.

The Temple was fundamentally very secretive, and research on divine power was conducted only within its walls. So it was very rare for the general public to know anything about it.

They only knew that it could activate ancient relics and had healing powers for various supernatural phenomena.

Caliban clicked his tongue once, then asked.

"What about that woman?"

"Ah, Cecil."

Peter frowned as he muttered.

“According to the diagnosis, she is indeed pregnant. However...”

“However?”

“I have known Lord Julian since he was very young. But Julian has never shown any interest in women. Personally, I find this situation hard to believe.”

“Hm.”

“And that guy—apologies, I mean, thinking about Julian during that time...”

Peter sighed and shrugged his shoulders.

“He would have never had a lover. He was extremely selfish, always afraid that someone might cling to him and hold him back.”

Caliban agreed.

Both Peter and Caliban doubted Julian not because of any sense of morality, but because of his complete lack of emotional attachment. That was why they couldn’t trust Cecil.

“Lord Count.”

A cautious knock came from outside the office, followed by a maid’s careful voice.

“Lady Rosie is here. May she enter?”

“What?”

Caliban furrowed his brows. A private meeting with Rosie, not Julian, in the middle of the night? It was completely unexpected.

“Well then, I shall take my leave.”

Peter, having finished his report, bowed his head and exited.

Outside the door, Rosie stood with a tense expression.

Caliban rubbed his tired eyes before motioning her to enter.

“Thank you, Grandfather. I apologize for disturbing you so late.”

Rosie stepped inside, leaving her maid behind, and closed the door herself. Then, glancing around nervously, she spoke.

“...I apologize, but could you dismiss everyone for now?”

Caliban nodded, and the attendants in the office all exited.

Now, only the two of them remained in the vast office.

With her request granted, the small child’s eyes filled with nervousness.

“Wait a moment.”

Caliban reached for the servant’s bell pull as he spoke.

“It’s late, so snacks might be too much, but I’ll have them send up some cocoa.”

“That’s all right, Grandfather.”

Rosie shook her head.

Caliban thought something was off.

He hadn’t known Rosie for long, but he believed he had grasped a general understanding of her personality.

She was not just a lovely-looking girl with a slow, soft-spoken manner that evoked protectiveness.

She was sharp-tongued, confident wherever she went, and both cunning and quick-witted.

At the same time, she was fiercely devoted to her now-helpless brother.

She also took care of Ethan, who had always been an outcast within the family. Her attachment to those she considered hers was incredibly strong.

But right now, Rosie looked deeply unsettled.

“Well, for now, sit down.”

Caliban slowly rose to lead her to a seat.

“Grandfather, please.”

Rosie suddenly fell to the floor at his feet.

“Please... Please grant me this request.”

What startled Caliban was not just her act of kneeling and begging—but how naturally she did it. As if she had done this countless times before.

“Just this once... Just this one time, please listen to me... It’s nothing difficult for you, Grandfather, and it’s nothing that others would find strange. Please...”

“Rosie, wait a moment.”

“This is something that absolutely must be done, and you are the only one in this household who can make it happen... Right? Please...”

By the time she had finished speaking, her tears had already soaked the tips of Caliban’s shoes.

“Stand up, Rosie.”

Caliban slowly bent down and placed his large hands on Rosie’s small shoulders, lifting her to her feet.

“Tell me.”

The child was trembling now, her tear-filled eyes brimming with fear and anxiety.

Suppressing his many questions, Caliban asked in a low voice.

“What is this request of yours?”