The Youngest of the Wecker Family Doesn’t Want to Be Loved

In the summer of my twentieth year, wishing to be loved by my family, a being from another dimension transmigrated into my body. Only after undoing the traces he left behind did I realize. It wasn’t because I was Liriel Wecker that I wasn’t loved. It was because I was me. So, I no longer wanted to be loved. But then. After abandoning the Wecker family, which was my whole life, I met him in the North. A strange man with iolite-colored eyes, wearing just a thin shirt even on the white snowfield. ⋆⭒˚☾⋆.˚ ⋆⭒˚☾⋆.˚ ⋆⭒˚☾⋆.˚ “I-I was wrong.” Liriel squeezed his eyes shut and added hastily. “I ate Your Grace’s strawberries!” His lowered shoulders trembled. Almost on the verge of tears, Liriel peeked up when no response came for a while. A white sword blade glinted before his eyes. Uh… it’s a sword? With eyes more puzzled than fearful, Cassius replied with a slightly troubled expression. “Don’t apologize without a reason from now on.” “But I have a reason…” I ate the strawberries. “Don’t.”