The Way To Protect The Female Lead’S Older Brother [EN]: Chapter 119

How to Protect the Heroine’s Older Brother – Episode 119

Noel’s nostrils flared, hot air puffing out. Seemingly furious, he commanded the doll with a snarl.

“Go to Warehouse 2 and bring out all the guys there.”

The dolls there were all combat models.

However, they were rarely used, and it had been quite a while since their last maintenance, so their performance was questionable.

Still, he was too enraged to stand idly by.

Besides, he needed to resolve this commotion before Roxana found out.

If word of this reached her ears, she might misunderstand the beautiful Vertium. That was the one thing that absolutely could not happen.

Noel gripped the doorknob, seething. He opened the door as quietly as possible, worried the sound might carry to the nearby reception room, and stepped outside.

Perhaps it was his imagination, but he already seemed to hear a commotion.

Noel’s heart raced.

He couldn’t allow the rioters to reach Roxana here.

He would do whatever it took to end this before that happened, but if the worst came to pass, Nix was here, so it would be alright.

Nix wasn’t a combat doll, but he possessed considerable strength.

He was such a cherished doll that Noel had added various functions, making his abilities far superior to other dolls.

Just then, another doll approached him.

“Lord Noel, Dante has been injured.”

“What!”

Noel shouted without realizing it. Fortunately, he was far enough from the reception room.

At the news of Dante’s injury, flames flickered in Noel’s eyes.

“Quick, bring a doll with healing abilities! Dante must not die!”

Forgetting why he had been moving quietly through the hallway, he began to rush down the stairs.

A new doll stopped him again.

“Lord Noel, Dante….”

“I know! I’m going right now!”

Noel, as if not a second could be wasted, brushed past the doll and ran towards the commotion.

The doll tilted its head, watching Noel’s quickly receding figure.

Without further instructions from its master, the doll returned the way it had come to carry out its task.

However, it headed not towards the place where dolls and people were violently clashing, but towards the main gate of Vertium.

Soon, the doll greeted the man who appeared before it with a painted smile.

“Lord Noel said he is coming right away.”

Cassius tilted his head at those words.

The message the doll was supposed to deliver to Noel wasn’t about Dante’s injury.

Contrary to Noel’s assumption, the doll had been about to say, ‘Lord Dante is not here, so I have come directly to deliver the message to Lord Noel.’

Dolls were programmed to relay important matters to Dante, Noel’s right-hand man, who would then inform Noel, the head of the family. This was because Noel found everything bothersome.

But now, Dante was nowhere to be seen, so the doll had gone directly to Noel with the news.

There was no reason to keep the person who had come to deliver the proceedings of Yggdrasil’s meeting [Yggdrasil is likely a reference to Norse mythology, here perhaps a council or organization] outside, so the dolls immediately opened the gates of Vertium for Cassius.

Cassius turned his gaze from the smiling doll and fixed it on the distance.

A strangely chaotic atmosphere was reaching him.

“Then, please come this way. I will guide you….”

“No guide is needed.”

Cassius’s steps moved in a different direction from where the doll was trying to lead him.

“I think I know where she is.”

Of course, the person he was looking for was not Noel Vertium.

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“Why don’t you make some more noise like before?”

Half of his vision was bright red.

A searing pain, as if he were being branded with a hot iron, crawled up his nerves.

“It’s suddenly become too quiet, how boring.”

Nix raised his gaze at the voice that echoed faintly through the swirling petals.

Through the white, scattering petals, he saw the woman who had done this to him.

Red blood dripped from Roxana’s outstretched hand.

Of course, it wasn’t her blood.

Roxana held Nix’s crimson eyeball, which she had just extracted.

Crack!

She crushed it instantly with a squeeze of her fist.

Her elegant figure, staring at Nix with merciless red eyes, was like a fallen demon descended upon the earth.

“If you kill me, your position will become quite difficult.”

Nix muttered through gritted teeth, covering his bleeding left eye with his hand.

His blue eye glared fiercely at Roxana.

“This isn’t just a threat. I am a doll owned by Noel, and you are a guest invited to Vertium by Noel.”

Damn it.

Roxana Agriche was no ordinary opponent.

As she said, she hadn’t needed the poison butterflies to drive him this far.

Of course, Nix wasn’t the only one injured in the battle that had started in the reception room.

But for some reason, Roxana was still moving around as lively as ever, seemingly unaffected by her injuries.

Was it because they weren’t fatal?

Nix had been desperately trying to find an opening in Roxana since earlier.

But no matter what he did, he couldn’t find a gap to exploit.

So, as a last resort, he had escaped through the terrace.

He had looked for other dolls to use as contacts and shields to relay the situation to Noel and Dante, but for some reason, not a single shadow was to be seen. This was clearly unnatural.

“If you harm me in Vertium of all places, you absolutely won’t get away with it. Noel will use that as an excuse to tie you down somehow.”

Changing direction and moving towards the source of the noise, Nix heard people calling for him.

The agitated voices clearly belonged to the people in the back garden.

Hearing their shouts, Nix had no choice but to stop.

The clear malice coming from afar was enough to make him shudder.

Going there would only increase the danger to himself, rather than getting any help.

Suddenly, Roxana’s words from inside the reception room flashed through his mind.

He didn’t know how she had manipulated things, but he was certain that it was her doing.

“Besides, you are a guest through Fedelian anyway.”

It seemed that Noel and Dante were also tied up over there. The foolish dolls were clearly being mobilized to stop the people in the back garden.

Otherwise, there was no way that not even a single ant would be seen nearby.

That meant that Nix had to escape from this woman’s clutches on his own, without any help.

“Then wouldn’t your position become even more difficult? Fedelian might also suffer damage from your atrocities.”

“That’s none of your concern.”

He racked his brain and whispered slyly, but Roxana’s face remained unclouded.

“I think you need to understand your situation more clearly than I do.”

Nix suddenly froze at the chilling smile that appeared on her face.

“Officially, you will have died at the hands of the people of Vertium today.”

At that moment, Nix clearly understood the purpose of Roxana’s widespread actions.

‘Could she be planning to kill me now and then pin the blame on the people in the back garden?’

Looking at her red eyes, as cold as ice, Nix was certain that his guess was correct.

“Crazy.”

An unswallowed curse escaped Nix’s lips.

A chillingly cold smile bloomed on Roxana’s face.

“By the way, seeing you chatter and squirm like a cornered sewer rat, it seems that unlike the other dolls, you don’t have multiple lives, do you?”

At that moment, Nix instinctively moved to escape.

Thwack!

But Roxana, who had followed immediately, attacked him relentlessly.

In her hand was one of the daggers that Nix had been carrying.

She had caught it when Nix threw it to distract her while escaping through the terrace earlier.

Shh!

Some of Nix’s golden hair was cut off by the sharp blade.

Roxana reached out again to Nix, who had twisted his head.

It was a graceful movement, as if dancing in a ballroom.

The sight of the two figures amidst the fluttering petals was beautiful, so out of place with the situation that anyone who witnessed it might have been captivated.

But at the end of each light step forward, red blood was sure to splatter.

Each time her mercilessly moving hand drew a sharp trajectory, flesh tore and blood flowed.

Nix wasn’t just taking the hits, either.

But apart from the bloodstains on the surface, the traces of injuries on Roxana’s body quickly disappeared.

Nix didn’t know it, but her body was automatically healing.

On the other hand, Nix was covered in wounds.

However, despite suffering several seemingly fatal injuries, he stubbornly remained alive.

But there was definitely a limit, and Nix finally collapsed on the snow-like pile of flowers.

It was only natural, as Roxana’s wounds were steadily healing while Nix was sustaining increasingly severe injuries.

‘That poisonous bitch.’

Nix muttered to himself, half in despair.