The Strongest Brother Lost His Memory

My older brother, who was my only family member, lost his memory.

“I have a sibling? Are you kidding me?”

He was a fool who cared for me ever since he brought me from the temple…

“I can’t even take care of myself, so what is this…”

I left the family because I didn’t want to be a burden to my older brother, who had no memory, and was helpless in the tragedy that followed.

So I turned back time.

That too, to the point when my brother lost his memory.

“I don’t have anything in my head, so I don’t know what to do next. What if I have a kid with me?”

We must not repeat the tragedy of the past life. So I grimly said,

“That’s right. I don’t have anything on my brother’s head right now.”

“…What, what?”

I chuckled and took out a document I had prepared. The contents of the document, written in crooked, large letters, were simple.

[I transfer all the property in my name to my younger sister.]

While my gaping older brother was checking the documents, I took out his seal from his drawer and smeared it with ink.

Then I put it in his hand and said with a very sad expression.

“So stamp it. Now.”

I will protect you in this life.