He Refuses to Apologize

Even if I tried to recall the time before I’d regained my memories of my past life, Istill couldn’t remember ever having a fight with my older brother.

We were so far apart in age that we didn’t have much to fight about, and besides, I’d always been pretty easygoing and conflict averse when it came to him. We were close, and generally speaking, we’d always gotten along well.

If he ever did get upset with me, I usually deserved it. Pretty much ten times out of ten, I was in the wrong. So, every time that happened, there was only one obvious solution: apologize. My older brother knew that too, which was why any matter of conflict between us was less a “fight” and more a “scolding.”

This time, though, it was different.

Maybe it was partially my fault for being so quick to get angry, buthe had to bear the blame too.

I mean, why did he have topersonally go all the way to another country just to turn down a proposal? It just didn’t make any sense to me. If this princess wanted to marry him, then going there in person to refuse seemed like the worst idea imaginable. There was no way she was just going to let him go on his merry way back home.

My older brother had surely realized that too, and knowing that just made his willingness to go that much harder to stomach.

It was self-sacrificing to the extreme, and there was no honor or virtue in him making a martyr of himself like this. He might have thought that he was just sacrificing himself, but really, it was