The Way To Protect The Female Lead’S Older Brother [EN]: Chapter 68

How to Protect the Heroine’s Older Brother – Episode 68

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Lant and Deon attacked each other simultaneously.

Deon’s sword pierced Lant’s chest at an angle, while Lant’s dagger slashed Deon’s neck.

The reason for Deon’s momentary hesitation was the appearance of the women from the side.

Immediately after, Deon withdrew his sword from Lant’s chest and retreated.

All of this happened in a fleeting moment.

“Kuh, ugh…”

Lant clutched his bleeding chest, groaning in pain. Deon quietly stepped back, maintaining his distance.

However, he then clutched his neck, from which blood gushed, and collapsed.

Sierra gasped, covering her mouth with a trembling hand.

She hadn’t witnessed the events leading up to this.

Seeing Lant and Deon so battered and bruised was shocking. Her heart pounded with surprise.

Their conditions appeared similar, but Deon’s wound seemed more critical.

Unlike Lant, who desperately tried to raise himself with bloodshot eyes, Deon struggled to get up.

Even in his weakened state, maintaining an upright posture by leaning on his sword was typical of Deon.

“Y-you, damn bastard…”

Lant glared at Deon, as if wanting to devour him, and muttered curses.

Deon had discovered Lant secretly moving towards the secret passage after escaping from the underground prison.

Without either initiating a conversation, they attacked each other.

The blood ties between father and son were severed long ago. As if they were lifelong enemies, Lant and Deon fought more fiercely than ever, each determined to kill the other.

And this was the result.

“Sierra…!”

Sierra flinched at Lant’s bloodshot eyes.

“Quickly, ugh, come here and help me.”

He commanded, as if she had arrived at the perfect moment.

“I need to finish off that bastard while he’s helpless…”

Lant intended to kill Deon quickly while he was weakened.

Deon, once the son Lant trusted and cherished most, had become a more dangerous enemy than anyone else.

To avoid future trouble, he had to be eliminated.

Deon, who had sought out Lant and attacked him, was serious. He was truly determined to kill his father.

Perhaps if Deon hadn’t hesitated for a moment, Lant would be the one lying on the ground, dying.

Sierra’s appearance was a stroke of luck for Lant.

“Damn it… I need to get to my office to use the secret passage…”

Lant’s situation was dire, but he wasn’t ready to die. Perhaps the mother was paying for the daughter’s sins.

If he had received help sooner, escaping the underground prison would have been easier.

But Lant couldn’t trust anyone.

Hadn’t he been betrayed by Deon and Roxana, the children he trusted and cherished the most?

Besides, the magic circle in the Chamber of Judgment was undoubtedly the work of his eldest daughter, Griselda.

How many of my children have defected to those traitors? Ungrateful bastards!

Once suspicion took root, he couldn’t trust any of his children.

In that sense, Sierra was more trustworthy. She was an obedient woman who had never disobeyed Lant’s orders.

“Why are you standing there dumbfounded? Come here and help me up now.”

Sierra slowly released the breath she had been holding.

Initially, her mind and body froze in bewilderment, but she quickly grasped the situation.

“Madam, it would take longer to go back another way, so let’s proceed straight ahead.”

Emily stepped forward.

Lant’s eyes burned even more intensely at her presence, whom he hadn’t even noticed.

“Aren’t you Roxana’s lackey? What are you doing here? Get out!”

His body, nearing its limit, struggled even to speak.

With each word, accompanied by rough, wheezing breaths, the stench of blood rose from his mouth.

“Sierra, do you want to die? Why aren’t you coming here?”

Lant felt a sense of urgency and urged Sierra again.

Emily felt the need to deal with Lant, but Sierra spoke before she could act.

“…Why should I?”

“What?”

Lant questioned, doubting his ears.

Beth, behind Sierra, called her softly, “Madam.” She, too, looked surprised.

Sierra, however, remained calm.

Lant gaped at her, shocked that she would scold him while he was covered in blood and rags.

Sierra’s hand, clutching her hem, and her bitten lip trembled slightly.

Her heart, which had been wavering while looking at Lant, was now beating faster than ever.

But she didn’t stop and continued to speak.

“Why should I help you, who killed my son and made my daughter miserable?”

Lant’s face was a sight to behold.

He was utterly shocked by Sierra’s rebellion, which he had never imagined.

“Why should you live, you who killed my child?”

She had lived her whole life like a beautiful doll. Sierra had always been obedient to Lant and quietly followed his wishes.

But…

“Why should you live, you who killed my child?”

How dare she say that to him now?

Sierra looked at Lant with a determination he had never seen before.

The moment he saw those eyes, he saw Roxana stabbing him in the back, along with Deon.

Like mother, like daughter!

“Damn bitch…! Do you think I’ll let you and your daughter get away with this? I’ll cut off your limbs, dig out your insides, and kill you!”

Lant’s eyes rolled back, and he spewed curses filled with resentment, vomiting blood.

Sierra received it all with a pale face. Even so, she didn’t falter, nor did she look away from Lant.

“I, I…”

At that moment, Deon, still clutching his neck from which blood gushed like a fountain, rose, catching his breath.

“I have to, kill…”

But he couldn’t take a single step and knelt again.

Even so, Deon’s gaze was fixed on Lant. Lant coughed up blood mixed with saliva as he saw Deon and gnashed his teeth.

“Still alive, Lant Agriche.”

An unfamiliar voice pierced his eardrums.

Lant stopped breathing and turned his head towards the voice.

“You are…”

Cassis Pedelian, who had appeared like a ghost on the last day of the Harmony Conference, stood before him again.

His emotionless, cold golden eyes scanned the surroundings.

The moment his eyes met Deon’s blood-soaked gaze, Cassis’s lips slowly parted.

“I heard you were chasing Lant from the underground prison, so I was going to give you one last chance, but it seems it wasn’t enough.”

At those words, the fire that had been dormant in Deon’s eyes flickered again. But he was already unable to support his body.

“Then it’s my turn.”

Cassis turned his gaze away without hesitation.

“Madam, let’s go.”

Emily said to Sierra, seizing the moment.

Cassis’s gaze briefly touched Sierra’s face, but he turned his head without saying anything.

Sierra glanced once more at Lant, who glared at her fiercely, and at Deon, who had lost consciousness and collapsed.

Immediately after, she bit her lip.