The Strongest Brother Lost His Memory-Chapter 16

Shulva couldn't tear himself away from the tightly closed door of the meeting room.

The luxurious interior of the meeting room felt like a hellish fire that had swallowed Rosie.

The people of the Noart Count Family were greedy and cruel. They must already be celebrating the idea of dividing Rosie’s 1.37 trillion gold among themselves.

But when they find out that Rosie invested that money into mana stones, almost turning it into scrap paper...

‘They’ll be consumed by rage and will not leave Lady Rosie alone. She has no backing at all right now.’

It was easy to imagine what kind of humiliation that little girl would face.

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‘Murloc Noart is a hothead who even beats his subordinates when angry... He’ll definitely lash out at the small, cute Rosie without hesitation, and there’s no one there to stop him.’

One of the knights guarding the entrance to the meeting room spoke gruffly.

"Why don’t you just leave already?"

"What?"

"It’s a place where only those with the Noart family crest can enter. Standing around here won’t change anything."

There wasn’t a single thing wrong with the knight's words.

However, the meeting had been going on for quite some time. It seemed like soon...

"What?"

Inside the meeting room, Murloc’s angry voice could be heard, followed by a loud crash.

"That money? What? Into mana stones?"

"All of it? Are you telling me you put all that money into mana stones? Huh?"

"Is this kid really insane? Hey!"

The door to the meeting room was closed, but it was obvious that it was in chaos inside.

Shulva, with an anxious face, looked at the knight standing guard by the door and politely asked.

"I’m sorry, but given the circumstances... as her guardian... could you please...?"

"Ah, but principles are principles. You’re not a Noart, are you?"

Even as this was happening, all sorts of chaos erupted inside the meeting room.

Just as Shulva was about to nearly beg the knight again...

Tap, tap, tap.

The sound of crutches echoed from the end of the hallway.

"Hey."

Julian, walking with crutches, approached.

With his blazing green eyes, he glared at the meeting room, then muttered.

"Open the door."

Both Shulva and the knight froze.

No one expected Julian to appear at the meeting.

He had been bedridden until recently and knew nothing about what was going on.

He probably didn’t even recognize that he was a Noart.

"What, why?"

Julian said irritably.

"I’m a Noart too. So, doesn’t that mean I can go in?"

Wearing shabby loungewear, his hair unkempt, and a disgruntled, delinquent expression on his face.

The knight’s eyes wavered, remembering the Julian he once knew.

Whenever Julian attended the meetings, he was always impeccably dressed in formal attire.

His hair neatly styled, his expression always neutral, hiding any emotion.

But now, Julian... well... his appearance was entirely different.

And those eyes... they were like those of a rebellious teenager who seemed to have a lot of grievances with the world...

It was the exact same face of his unruly childhood friend at seventeen...

"What are you staring at? Never seen a Noart before?"

Julian, now standing at the door, asked nonchalantly, almost like a street thug.

"Should I just knock the door down, huh?"

Surprisingly, there was no logical flaw in his words.

The knight had no choice but to open the door.

And inside...

"Are you serious? Really!"

"When Julian comes to his senses, do you know what’s going to happen!"

"You wasted all that money? Are you insane?"

"Don’t you know that a huge Romsek mine was discovered in the Temple? They say the reserves are massive, and that’s why the mana stone prices are plummeting! Romsek is much cheaper and more effective than mana stones! You don’t know that? Are you that ignorant? Huh?"

Middle-aged people, whom I’d never seen before, were shouting at Rosie.

It was complete chaos. So much so that no one even noticed Julian had entered the room.

"What’s going on?"

Despite all the chaos, Rosie remained seated calmly, not losing her composure.

"I haven’t said anything wrong. I’m pretty sure you told me you were investing somewhere, so I decided to put all of our assets into that."

Rosie wore a slightly sulky expression, but she said everything that needed to be said.

"I only remembered recently. I think it was mana stones."

She shrugged once.

"Then why is everyone so angry? In the first place, it wasn’t your money to begin with."

"This lowly apprentice, seriously!"

Unable to contain his anger, Murloc pushed Rosie and raised his hand.

At that moment...

SLAP!

"Ahhh!"

Murloc, who had been about to slap Rosie, suddenly grabbed his forehead and collapsed to the ground.

Everyone was startled and began flailing in panic.

Thwack!

Once again, a small wooden stick hit Murloc squarely in the forehead.

Immediately following that, a disgruntled, rebellious voice rang out.

"Ugh, uncle, really—your personality..."

Everyone, including Rosie, turned to look at the entrance with blank expressions.

"Where do you think you're putting your hand to slap that little brat? Seriously, you're nothing but a thug."

There, standing with crutches, was Julian, looking more like a street punk than anything else.

He appeared tired from walking with the crutches, dragging his slippers along the floor.

And in his hand was...

"Why? You want another hit?"

Shulva, feeling both thrilled and somewhat embarrassed, covered his eyes.

The once strongest swordsman, Julian, was now holding a slingshot.

He spoke with a smirk.

"I'm really good with this slingshot. I was famous for it back in our neighborhood."

Of course, Julian had been great with slingshots since childhood...

But it was definitely not the kind of accessory that belonged in a noble’s meeting room.

Julian grinned at Murloc.

"Especially when aiming at a birdbrain, I never missed."

Speaking in a rebellious tone, he propped himself up with his crutches and personally helped Rosie to her feet. Then, he slumped down beside her.

"Why’s everyone making such a fuss? The kid didn’t say anything wrong."

Spinning the slingshot threateningly, Julian grinned.

"Anyway, that was my money, not yours."

Those who remembered the old Julian Noart were stunned.

The original Julian Noart always attended meetings in immaculate attire, paying meticulous attention to etiquette. It was all to hide his past as a commoner, something he didn’t want anyone to find out about.

He was the kind of nephew who would always pull off a sophisticated act, tricking everyone...

"Really, making such a fuss just to steal a little kid's money?"

Julian, in his delinquent state, propped his chin up and glared at the stunned relatives with sharp eyes.

"No wonder Shulva was acting like a scared dog. How could you send a kid alone to such a dangerous place?"

"Julian, you..."

When Murloc finally opened his mouth, Julian raised an eyebrow and spoke in a threatening tone.

"Oh, just shut up. Don’t touch the kid. If you’re going to throw a fit, do it to me. I’m the one who gave her the money."

He growled a warning.

"Don’t touch my sister, or I won’t let it slide."

A brief silence followed.

Despite his disheveled appearance, the instant pressure he gave off was immense.

Julian’s narrowed eyes were fiercer than ever before.

Then, Monica, looking as though her soul had been drained, suddenly raised her hand.

"I’d like to add one more agenda item!"

Everyone’s attention shifted to Monica.

Julian, loud enough for Rosie to hear, whispered to her.

"Kid, who’s that vicious-looking woman?"

"Our aunt..."

"Ugh. She’s got poison in her eyes, totally."

"But here, that’s how you survive."

Ignoring the whispered exchange between the siblings, Monica spoke up clearly.

"It’s a disciplinary issue concerning Julian Noart."

She pointed at the slingshot with a stern expression.

"Bringing a weapon into the meeting room is against the rules."

"Ah..."

Murloc, who had been lying at Rosie’s feet, immediately changed his gaze.

"Right. Bringing weapons into the meeting room isn’t allowed."

Regaining his composure, Murloc slowly stood up and glared at Julian and Rosie.

"Julian, looks like you made a mistake because of your memory loss... but rules are rules."

He gently touched his bruised forehead and lifted his chin.

"How about a month of confinement at the villa in the south, Julian? It’ll give you more time to recover physically."

In other words, he was suggesting that Julian leave the Count’s estate under the pretense of rest and recuperation.

At that remark, Rosie’s face turned as white as a sheet.