Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress

Chapter 1202: were you reborn?

"So, First Brother, since you didn't get punched last night, did you get the answer that you needed?" Hugo inquired as soon as he sat across from Atlas, having just boarded a private craft to take them home. He blinked innocently, watching Atlas lift his eyes at him. "No matter how much I think about it, I just can't get any answers!"

"I mean, my first brother, who didn't want to get hurt in the slightest, wants me to punch him," Hugo continued, emphasizing what Atlas had asked him to do the night before. "It doesn't make sense to me! I need answers; otherwise, I might lose it."

Atlas leaned back and closed the magazine on his lap. "Hugo, do you believe in reincarnation? Or rather, rebirth?"

"Huh?"

"What if I tell you some people claim that they were reborn, and this life isn't actually their first one?"

Hugo blinked and then blinked again. His cluelessness and confusion were written all over his blank expression. "What the heck?"

"I was trying to get knocked out just to know whether it's the truth or not," Atlas continued indifferently. "It seems that only when a person hovers between life and death would they unlock that part of their mind. Though the myth about using only ten percent of our brain has been debunked, I am always open to other mysteries of this world."

"..." Hugo opened his mouth, only to realize it was already gaping. "First Brother, you always render me speechless, whether by awe or the level of ridiculousness you say. This one, however, really takes the cake. Wow! What were you reading in the castle? Or have you proven that Grandma Pierson is a mythical creature?"

"Not a mythical creature, but a real princess."

"Brother, there were real-life royalties in modern times. You can see them if you open the news. There's one just recently in Anteca. I know because I had to do some guard duties during the conference. So boring!"

"And I don't care about them." Atlas shrugged indifferently. "Modern royalties don't fascinate me, nor do they intrigue me. I am more interested in ancient civilizations and how humans evolved to today's time."

happy,

across from him to the window. "Being reborn many years prior to your untimely death with memories of the future.

only to arch a brow. "Huh? That

"Hmm?"

think

"Oh?"

you know where that person is right now? Prison." Hugo remarked matter-of-factly. "Yep. You got him behind

the two, with Hugo smiling a bit, using this to stop his brother from walking down a very dangerous and

or something," Atlas murmured, recalling that occurrence months ago. He hadn't paid much attention to it because he didn't have time for nonsense. Besides, he had simply gone to see that person because he wanted to see the

Hugo mentioned it, and considering what Atlas overheard last night, it made

the side. "Just in case you don't know, I said that as a warning. You should stop thinking that Grandma Pierson is an old immortal, which

little siblings claim

"Huh?"

back to Hugo. "Want

asking me." Hugo felt a slight chill creeping up his spine, thinking that Atlas was kind of losing it. The

going on

this plane settles." Atlas turned to the window, seeing that they were

questions that might drown me in

bewildered. However, as a man of his word, Atlas told him to get up once they settled in the air. With that, Atlas and Hugo made their way to the other side of the

sitting.

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