How did I turn my victim into a phoenix-like hero?

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94. Lobby Meeting 2.0

Ding-dong-

The doorbell rang.

Press three times and pause once; the presses are not very rapid.

Hill gently released Sirocco's hand and left the room.

It's less about wanting to open the door.

Rather, it was her female intuition that was ringing.

Bad feeling....

Enemy attack.

The person who will come at this time will not be her friend Lai, who is good at RTS and plays badminton, nor will it be a suspicious salesman selling fire extinguishers.

"Hill can drive! Dad, you can continue eating!"

"If it's a salesperson, it's fine to just kick them out. But your mom..."

Claude was halfway there when Hill, who had intercepted him, pushed him back.

When Hill hurried to the entrance, the first thing she saw was her mother Cohen's back.

Ah—! Good evening.

Cohen sounded surprised as she faced the two people outside the door.

She gave a bear hug to a girl with an orange ponytail.

"...It's been a long time, Brid. When I last saw you, you were only half my height. Now you're as tall as me."

"Wow! Long time no see, Cohen... Sister Cohen."

Brid hurriedly changed her mind halfway through her sentence.

Come to think of it, my mother doesn't seem to like it when people say she's old.

"So, who is this...?"

Cohen turned his gaze to another person.

Hill seized the opportunity to join the fray, hugging Cohen from behind.

"Oh! Sister Brid! You've come to play, right? This must be Brother Cass, right? You're here to see Brother Sirocco, aren't you?"

“Oh, Hill.”

She would rather these two people come in to visit her brother than see him.

Blue hair, impeccably groomed at all times, an air of aristocratic refinement, and an infuriatingly handsome face...

If someone has these characteristics, then that person is Cass.

Hill heard this from Sirocco.

Now that my brother has white hair and is in a sickly state, his "boy killer" aura has reached a new level. We can't let him deceive other men anymore.

But since Cass has already come to visit, he might have already succeeded in fooling her...

"Hello, nice to meet you. My name is Kas Bennor. I am Sirocco's classmate... friend."

Cass was polite, and the words came out of his mouth so naturally, yet he muttered under his breath:

"...Didn't Sirocco's parents divorce and he come from a remarried family?"

Oh my god, my brother and he are so close that they can talk about family relationships?

"Hello, hello, just call me Hill~ If you call me Darth Vader, it'll be hard to tell who's who."

Hill maintained his innocent smile, but his heart was filled with mixed feelings.

For some reason, Brid, who was standing nearby, chimed in:

“Bride Talos. Sirocco’s childhood sweetheart.”

“Sister Brid, you don’t need to repeat yourself.”

"Wait, little brother Cass."

Cohen's attitude was somewhat agitated:

"What did you just say?"

"Um...I'm from Sirocco, friend?"

"what!"

After confirming it, Cohen exaggeratedly clutched his heart, looking as if the sky had fallen.

"I can't believe that little Shiloh actually has friends. It's not a delusion or a phone scam. They're real human beings."

My brother's social credibility score is so low.

Cohen grabbed Cass's shoulder, startling Cass.

"Please make sure you're his friend from now on, okay? That guy has never had any male friends growing up. He used to lock himself in his room as soon as he got home. But he's become much more outgoing lately. We can't let him turn into a shut-in again."

“I understand, Cohen... Sister. Sirocco and I are very close, and we will always be best friends.”

Why is my brother's friend blushing?

A little disgusting.

"You are such a good talker, kid."

Presumably reacting to the word "older sister," Cohen squinted and grinned, looking quite pleased.

"Cass, Cohen is like that, very enthusiastic, you'll get used to it."

Brid was quite calm.

"...So, what brings you two here so late? If you're here for dinner, Hill can prepare the dishes for you."

To keep the conversation from going off-topic, Hill pulled her mother back.

Cohen tried to resist, but Hill kept pulling her along, and it ended up like a children's game of pushing and shoving.

"I really want to eat it, but maybe next time."

Brid asked in a flat yet slightly reproachful tone:

"Here's what happened. I didn't see Sirocco at training this morning, and I didn't receive any notification... until we heard that Sirocco had taken leave. We came here now to ask about his condition, how he suddenly got sick, and how he's recovering."

“My brother caught a cold while going down into the underground city. Hill just checked his temperature, and it's normal now. He'll be back to his old self tomorrow, so don't worry.”

"I see, you caught a cold. No wonder."

Britt's tone was surprisingly gentle, and she accepted it with equanimity.

"No way, Sirocco is that fragile?... "

Cass couldn't quite believe it.

Hill believed he was not lying.

However, some of the cause and effect were removed, leaving only the result that Shilock (suspected) was ill.

Besides, it's just a minor illness; there's no need to make a special trip to visit a classmate. You guys are overreacting. Do you think you're the heroine of a visual novel?

"So you guys..."

No need to come in to visit, lest you get infected.

Before he could speak, Brid handed Hill a small booklet.

"?"

“I understand. You are the closest to him, Hill, your words are beyond question. This is a small token of my appreciation. Please give this to him for me.”

"What's this..."

As Hill opened it, Cohen also leaned closer to take a look.

“…?! Hill is impressed. Brid is so thoughtful, but surely sending files via LINE would be fine….”

"It's so cute!"

Seeing others carefully examining and praising her booklet, Brid remained calm, but her slightly flushed cheeks betrayed her as she scratched her ponytail.

The booklet contains detailed instructions on exercises to restore bodily functions, handwritten by Brid.

The handwriting is neat and tidy, and the illustrations include a hand-drawn cat in action, making it simple and easy to understand.

"I'm not as capable as Bridgman, so I can only send him some gifts and hope he gets better soon. I wanted to call the doctor, but Haider disagreed, saying it would frighten you..."

Cass took a briefcase from the ring and handed it to Cohen.

"It's so heavy," Cohen said.

"Doctor? Cass is exaggerating, uh—!"

Upon opening it, Hill felt it looked very familiar.