The Queen Of Thugs
Chapter 52's

Cammellia Devany's

I feel my position is not so comfortable, even though it feels warm somehow I can not sleep in a foreign place. Eh? whatwasthat? what's the matter why I'm in a place that's so much more comfortable than the basement?

Ah I remember. The last time I fell in Asta's arms, maybe he took me away it made sense. my head was heavy enough to be uncomfortable when the pain hit my head. Makes me feel like my head is going to break into pieces.

The first time I saw when I opened my eyes was a white ceiling with chandeliers, as well as a white mosquito net that covered the bed with white sheets. It is very similar to a white hospital.

My throat felt choked when I was about to say something, it felt dry and sore. I lyrically a figure wearing a gray sweater his hand is grasping my right hand tightly.

Several strands of red look sticking out from inside her hood. Seeing her asleep made me smile thinly without realizing my hand was raised and gently rubbed her head.

"You've fought too hard, haven't you? I'm really a useless sister." I whispered crazily.

My tears kept jostling out, my emotions were completely messed up. How not? I'm a useless brother who can't even make my own brother feel happy and live like a normal human being.

Without me deliberately moving me to sit up to wake her up, she really could not sleep well when seen from the dark circles of her two eyes.

"Sister?"

Degs...

The call made my chest ache, Asta narrowed his eyes then yawned wide and sat up straight.

"Are you awake?"

"Yes, is anyone sick? I've treated all your wounds." Flat talk.

I rubbed his head with a bright smile." Nothing, I'm healed! don't worry okay."

The boy threw away his face and sneered loudly."Who is worried."

While I can only hold a smile,"Sleep there, let me clean up the house ."

"Then don't try to lie to me that you don't feel any sleepiness." I said firmly.

"Yes, it's up to your highness." Asta stood up and looked at me for a moment." But don't pretend to be strong."

"Seeing from the loe situation that makes the road difficult." Insinuations loudly.

I can only laugh discordantly when insinuated, Asta is indeed not two. My hands removed the blanket that covered my body. Then I took my sister into my arms.

Tightness waded through my chest not when his hands returned my embrace. We were both silent not to choose to talk water drooping down my cheeks.

Without me noticing I was crying without a sound, how long had we not hugged? talk to each other. He has changed.physically the bigger his frail body becomes strong not as fragile as before.

He said softly, the innocence of his face. slowly faded giving rise to strokes of firm lines and sharp eyes. The shoulder that always dropped as if carrying a large load is now so upright and sturdy.

He seemed to have become a strong figure, even I who used to always be a shield for him even looked lame and useless.

"Loe can't hug me again?"

I was stunned to hear his unusual tone. The boy broke free from my arms. Slowly the door opened wide a tall figure with a stout stature bringing a tray of food.

That figure is so familiar, no! I remember the man with the foreign face.

My body trembled when he saw her he looked me in the eye. Making my breath choked one word that I knew my sister was in danger.

"Oh she's awake Asta?" Her question surprised me that she knew my sister?

"Yes," My sister nodded her head unaware of my change in expression, I felt my face turn deathly pale.

"You-you!" My screams couldn't stand it.

My hands trembled as I pointed at him, the man frowned in confusion. What the fuck? why is he acting like he doesn't know me?

"Son loe knows him?" My sister asked him he also looked confused.

This is all so weird."No, it's just like I've seen maybe like the artist's face."I said with a convincing face.

Asta nodded he pulled the tray that the man had brought."Eat first, right? Om Willy who makes his food no less delicious than Liz's cooking."

The tray now turned on me, a plate filled with toast with half-cooked eggs on top of it and sprinkles of broccoli either let alone. Then the glass that contains white milk.

Asta stood up and looked at me for a moment and smiled sweetly."I'll go take care of Loe's sister."

A sister? he mean Murry?

"Of course not Murry, this is our youngest brother you've never seen." Asta said as if knowing the contents of my mind.

"Do I have another sister?"

My sister nodded again."He's the son that Mama loves the most, I think today would be nice to play with him."

His face looked cheerful, he grinned widely then chuckled. All of that gives me the creeps.

"Go there later I'll come out to see him."Smear me smooth.

"Oh, 'okay the food has to run out."

"Yeah." I'm lazy.

After Asta left, I was still staring at the nanar tray in front of me. Who knows if the man put something in his food.

I was stunned as a fact flashed through my head. The fork I was holding fell down, the conclusion I was thinking about the man earlier. Most likely the man was conspiring with Asta or he was a traitor.

Between the two, if even the second guess was true then the man would stab Asta from behind. Just in case it's better if I get close to my sister and buy her.

Like stamps, chewing gum attached to flip-flops or whatever it is, the point is I can't be far from my sister, right?

Well first I have to finish my breakfast, second I catch up with him. After finishing my meal I came out of my room.

My steps stopped in the middle of the stairs, when I saw two people who had exactly the same face sitting at the table eating. Only age sets it apart.

"Who is that kid?" Ask me choked.

Is he my sister's son? Aahhh is impossible but they are very similar. Wait don't tell me the guy did something bad to Asta?

"O-oh he's our little brother, don't you know if we have any more kids?" Asta looked at me in wonder.

While I'm just scratching my head that doesn't itch."I don't think he's your son."

"You're why."Her jail smile appeared on the corner of Asta's lips.

I glared at her."If so let me drag your guy with you to KUA."

Suddenly there was a loud laughter, it was from the grown man."Then Asta let me be your guardian later."

"His son, who did you marry?! tell me you want to get married again." Asta's grouse is upset.

"Is that why you're married not ashamed?"

The question ignited the man's emotions, clearly visible veins on his temples protruding.

My feet went down the stairs to get close to them.

Asta and the grown man looked excited to call each other. Even cursing without regard to their side was a small child stained with innocence.