Chapter 99.
<strong>Chapter 99. Christmas Day (3/6)</strong>
<span style="font-weight:400">Rosa''s arms were huddled together between our chests, lightly gripping on my shirt while I embraced her.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Woah… what’s going on here? Why’s the atmosphere so weird?” Chris had finally made his appearance.
<span style="font-weight:400">“We just witnessed something good is all~,” Irene told her out-of-the-loop son with an impish smile.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Something good?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yes, very good. It’s a shame you missed it, son. You could have taken some lessons on how to get away with being a cheapskate. It was quite romantic in a sense, I’m actually jealous.” She jokingly teased me for my inability to prepare a proper engagement ring on such short notice.
<span style="font-weight:400">“What the heck happened? I’m so confused. Why is the stupid couple hugging?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Because they’re no normal couple anymore. As of today, they’re engaged.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What!” Chris’s eyes opened wide in utter shock and disbelief. “This guy? You’re saying this evil guy is engaged? To such a beauty?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yes, but he’s not evil. When are you going to stop being so jealous?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m not jealous. He’s just the devil.” He stated as though it was a matter of fact.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Little brother, you shouldn’t call someone the devil. That’s mean.” His elder sister suddenly chimed in and scolded him while she waved her index finger from left to right.
<span style="font-weight:400">“But sis-”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No buts.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Chris’s shoulders slumped down, unable to go against his elder sister.
<span style="font-weight:400">When Rosa and I saw the interaction we separated our bodies. Though she’d held onto my left hand with her right. She started to gently y around with it stroking under my palm and the back of my hand. It was a bit ticklish, but I let her do as she pleased.
<span style="font-weight:400">After some time passed, everyone filled up their tes with food and sat down together at the table in the dining room. Rosa and I sat close together. She was happily feeding me food in front of everyone with a smile. For today, since it was already her loss, she decided to just indulge herself without worrying about her n to hook me up with Alicia.
<span style="font-weight:400">Since I’d created a safety with my proposal, I didn’t need to worry about ‘Operation To Kill A Mockingbird’s Love’ for a while. I had room to breathe atst.
<span style="font-weight:400">The next few days should be more easygoing. Without a major day like Christmas or Christmas Eve to set the mood, I couldn’t see Rosa pulling anything off. The next big hurdle for me would probably be Valentine’s Day in February. But that was over a month away. I could rx until then.
<span style="font-weight:400">Once we finished our meals Chris ran outside for some reason. When he came back he passed directly behind me while Rosa was nestled up next to me and hugging my arm.
<span style="font-weight:400">I didn’t think much of it at first but the next instant my thoughts changed. This little bastard. It seems I’d be an eyesore to him with how lovey-dovey Rosa was behaving with me. I’d noticed the way he’d been looking at Rosa over thest few days. It seems he’d developed a bit of a crush on her. I personally found it cute and all, I didn’t have much of a problem with that in particr.
<span style="font-weight:400">However, what happened just now was another story altogether… there was a very cold sensation down my back. The punk had secretly slipped snow down the back of my shirt when he passed behind me just now.
<span style="font-weight:400">I was someone ustomed to this climate though, so something small like this didn’t phase me much. However… I was a very petty person.
<span style="font-weight:400">I stood up from my chair and turned around. I shot him a look, ‘So you’ve chosen death, boy.’
<span style="font-weight:400">He trembled when he realized my weak reaction to the snow and he cried out, “Even the Snow of the Ice Dragon has no effect on him, he really is the devil after all!” Ice Dragon, who now? Is he going through that embarrassing phase where kids think giving such names to mundane things is cool? Well, I can y along a bit, I guess.
<span style="font-weight:400">He fled straight outside and yoinked his jacket off the hook at the front door. I naturally chased after the little bastard and did the same.
<span style="font-weight:400">If it’s a war you want, it’s a war you shall receive, little boy. I’d only just finished up my battle with the women in this house and I suddenly had a new opponent showing up at my door? I would cut the problem off at its roots before it became any worse. I didn’t want this little bastard to think I was a pushover he could make a move against so lightly.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ah. Where are you going in such a rush?” Alicia asked me that as I passed her on the way out.
<span style="font-weight:400">“To crush a kid and make him cry in a snowball fight.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What! You’re going to bully my little brother?”
<span style="font-weight:400">By that point, I was already out the door with my jacket on.
<span style="font-weight:400">I spotted the little bastard peeking at me from the side of the building. When he realized I’d spotted him he instinctively felt fear.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hahaha. You think it’s funny to put snow down someone’s shirt?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m sorry! I won’t do it again.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I raised my left hand and waved my index finger left and right as I said, “No no no. Once you start a war, you see it through to the end, Chris.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I bent over and was about to scoop up some snow when I noticed redce wrapped around my finger. I hadn’t put on any gloves so it was exposed. I didn’t want it to get damaged or wet and lose it so I pulled out one of my gloves from my pocket and put it on.
<span style="font-weight:400">With that done I made a snowball and chased him out from behind the side of the building and hit him square in the back as he fled.
<span style="font-weight:400">The impact was strong enough to make him lose his bnce and fall t in the snow.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Where do you think you’re running to, little Chris? This is a snowball fight, no, make that snowball duel to the death. Only one of us will survive, boy.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You, monster. What kind of monster has no reaction to snow down his back!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’ve just lived longer, boy. Do not underestimate the number of times snow has fallen off a roof and gone down my back.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What! What kind of body strengthening technique is that?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Shut up and eat snow.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I threw another snowball at him while he was still on the ground.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ah! You fiend! For a man to hit a child when he is down, do you have no honor!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m a child too, you know. I’m only three years older than you~” I felt great taking advantage of the fact that my outward appearance was not that of a grown-ass forty-year-old man right now. Only when you were a dumbass kid could you get away with bullying another child in a snowball fight. If an adult did so, everyone would frown at them and give them a nasty eye.
<span style="font-weight:400">“A devil disguised as a kid doesn’t count as a real kid!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hahahaha! Why don’t you call for your elder sister to save you then? I’m sure she would be more than happy to.” This way I could lower my impression of myself in her eyes. There was no way she’d be happy seeing me towing over her little brother on the ground while tossing a snowball up and down menacingly.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Big sis, help! The devil is ying dirty!”
<span style="font-weight:400">As if she’d been waiting for her queue the entire time, she ran outside the door and pelted snowballs at me.
<span style="font-weight:400">Rosa simrly ran out after her and mimicked her actions.
<span style="font-weight:400">In reality, they hadn’t been waiting for someone to call out to them to join in, they’d just been putting on their outdoor clothes. Women took longer to get dressed after all.
<span style="font-weight:400">“What’s with this? Why is my own girlfriend, no, fiancé, siding with the enemy?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Heh, it’s the power of being the youngest. You’ve fallen into my trap, you devilish fiend. Today you will be vanquished for good.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Chris finally stood up and started throwing snowballs at me.
<span style="font-weight:400">Being attacked by three at once, I was greatly outnumbered. I was forced to start dodging them. If I didn’t, it was only a matter of time before I’d be freezing my ass off buried under the snow.
<span style="font-weight:400">While I dodged their snowballs I scooped up snowballs as well and threw them back. asionally, I caught iing snowballs and threw them back. For every time I hit Rosa and Alicia, I hit Chris three times out of pure pettiness.
<span style="font-weight:400">Five minutes in, another contender showed up to the fight. Irene. She looked excited and quickly joined their side. I’d already been at my limit with three people. With the addition of the fourth, I didn’t even have a gap to pick up snow. I could only catch their snowballs with my hands, reform them after they lost their form, and throw them back.
<span style="font-weight:400">Still, I was hit much more since Irene joined the party. My limited stamina was also depleting quickly. Though I was pretty good at maneuvering my body and dodging, that was only the case while I still had stamina. The longer it went on, the more tired I was. Eventually, I copsed on the ground in defeat.
<span style="font-weight:400">The hero party had sessfully defeated the evil devil.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I surrender.” I waved the white g of defeat after thirty minutes. It was bloody cold and I was too exhausted to continue.