My Youngest Keeps Bringing Me Male Leads

A letter arrived from my six-year-old youngest sibling, whom I thought was dead.

Along with a massive amount of gold, there were men calling themselves “husband candidates.”

“Let’s just say I’m your prospective partner—and a husband candidate.”

“Will you allow me to be your luck?”

“It’s alright. Helping you is my mission.”

“How about it? Do I look a little more impressive now?”

After a long wait, my sibling, who claims to be able to see the future, finally returned.

“He will come. To take you away, that bad guy…”

What on earth does this sibling, who claims to have wandered the continent to protect me, know?