The Way To Protect The Female Lead’S Older Brother [EN]: Chapter 114

Protecting the Heroine’s Older Brother – 114

Protecting the Heroine’s Older Brother 114

After observing for two days, I was certain.

Judging by the unique, subtle fragrance on my tongue, it was a poison that temporarily blocked the five senses.

Of course, it didn’t affect me, as I’m immune to poisons.

However, I didn’t reveal this and calmly acted as if I knew nothing.

“Did you prepare all the refreshments yourself?”

“Yes, I wanted to serve you personally.”

When Nix saw that I was unaffected by the tea, he seemed momentarily flustered.

But a natural smile soon returned to his face.

I mirrored Nix’s smile.

To think Ashil’s face could wear such a hypocritical expression; it was something I’d never imagined.

“Well, there’s something I’ve been wondering about. May I ask?”

Nix cautiously broached the subject.

I looked at him, signaling him to continue.

“Why did Ashil die?”

My hand, holding the teacup, paused almost imperceptibly.

“They said the cause of death was a penetrating wound to the heart. I heard Agrische was responsible, but I’m curious about the reason.”

Nix added casually, with a light laugh.

“Was I so useless that death would have been preferable?”

It was clear he intended to provoke me.

As proof, he now referred to Ashil as ‘I.’

But regardless, he wore Ashil’s face.

For a moment, I couldn’t help but feel a trace of Ashil within him.

“You weren’t useless.”

After a moment, I murmured softly.

“Ashil…”

His mismatched eyes were fixed on me.

“My brother wasn’t useless.”

I whispered again.

The person I wanted to say these words to was no longer alive. This was merely for my own peace of mind.

The body of Ashil before me was frozen in his fifteen-year-old appearance, just as I remembered.

Unlike me, who had grown, he remained eternally youthful.

That fact would never change.

It was inevitable, so I didn’t feel particularly resentful.

I set down the teacup and stood.

“The tea I drank today was also terrible.”

A single white petal drifted into the empty teacup.

Nix watched me with a strange expression.

“The time I can give you is until tomorrow.”

I looked down at him, delivering my final words.

“I hope you don’t disappoint me.”

I planned to make a final decision tomorrow.

* * *

“Dante, want to try this?”

Dante frowned at Nix’s offer.

“Even if it’s you, Noel wouldn’t forgive you for poisoning me.”

He was being offered tea laced with poison.

Dante pushed the teacup away with an annoyed gesture.

Not only the tea but also the snacks on the tray contained small amounts of poison.

“Too bad. You’re the only one here who can die, so it would be helpful if you could confirm the effect.”

“What? The only one who can die? That’s insulting, you know?”

“You and Noel are the only humans in this building, but I can’t give this to Noel, can I?”

“So, it’s okay for me to eat this?”

Dante felt a throbbing pain in his head at Nix’s brazen words.

“Let’s find another way.”

The poison Nix prepared was known for its potency, even in small doses.

But for some reason, it didn’t work on Roxana.

It was puzzling and embarrassing for Nix.

“That woman, she’s with Noel right now, right?”

“Yes. I just confirmed they went to the garden together.”

Roxana was with Noel.

So, Dante and Nix were speaking freely, unconcerned about Roxana’s poison butterflies [a type of creature Roxana controls that is made of poison].

They assumed she wouldn’t use them while with someone else, even if alone in a room.

Nix’s magic eye had revealed Roxana’s poison butterflies, but she was unaware of this.

Roxana seemed careful not to reveal her poison butterflies, her personal weapon, while in Vertium [the location where they are].

She wouldn’t openly summon them with someone nearby.

Of course, that was their mistake.

It was simple to plant the poison butterflies in advance, unnoticed.

But Dante and Nix didn’t know this.

It was understandable.

Poison butterflies were rare, so little information was public.

They wouldn’t know much unless they were from Hyperion [Roxana’s family], skilled in handling creatures.

So, Nix and Dante believed no poison butterflies were eavesdropping and continued their conversation.

“That’s strange. I used almost twice as much poison as yesterday, but why is she fine?”

Nix stared at the teacups and snacks, lost in thought.

He regretted not getting more information about Roxana from the man he met near Agrische [a location] last time.

He had only asked about Roxana’s whereabouts and Ashil.

He belatedly regretted that.

Nix picked up a cookie.

“I’ll be in the garden for a moment.”

“Yes? Why suddenly…”

Dante frowned.

But Nix was already moving.

“Wait, Nix!”

Despite the urgent call, Nix ran lightly and disappeared.

Dante, sensing something, chased after him.

But he couldn’t catch the nimble Nix.

He found him again, breathless.

He squeezed his eyes shut at the sight.

“Ugh, cough.”

“Hmm, still no reaction. Should I wait? Or do you want another?”

Nix’s bright voice cut through the sunlight.

Nix grabbed a man and shoved a poisoned cookie into his mouth.

The man struggled, but Nix’s strength was overwhelming.

Soon, the man’s eyes glazed over. His strength drained away.

A light flashed in Nix’s eyes.

“What, this is super effective?”

But the side effects were considerable.

The man foamed at the mouth and staggered.

“What are you doing!”

An angry voice pierced the air. Nix looked up.

Although hidden by flower trees, a small building stood at the end of the garden path.

The people who discovered Nix gathered, buzzing.

They saw the man on the floor and gasped.

“I just had something to check.”

Nix said casually.

Unlike the agitated people, Nix was relieved to have confirmed the poison’s effect.

So, he explained more kindly than usual.

“It’s okay. It’s not deadly. Well, you might become an idiot if you do it wrong, but.”

Of course, that was kindness by Nix’s standards.