The Way To Protect The Female Lead’S Older Brother [EN]: Chapter 122

Another Transition

Even though I was only in Vertium for a few days, it felt like a long time had passed.

The overwhelming noise I heard there still seemed to be buzzing loudly in my ears.

As I moved away from Vertium, I kept getting lost in thought.

Rustle.

While I was lost in thought, a gentle warmth suddenly touched my cheek.

When I looked up, I saw Cassis’s face, his gaze soft and concerned.

His hand brushed the spot where I had been scratched by Nix’s attack in Vertium.

The wound had already healed, but there was still a trace of blood.

Cassis carefully wiped it away.

Then, his hand lightly touched the minor injuries I had sustained, including the cut on my ear.

My hands, stained with Nix’s blood, were also cleansed by Cassis’s gentle touch.

“Cassis.”

I quietly gazed at him, and finally spoke.

“Who killed Rant?”

At my silent question, Cassis’s hand, which had been touching me, froze.

Almost imperceptibly, Cassis’s eyes changed.

Our eyes met.

He slowly withdrew his hand and parted his lips.

“I did.”

The voice that followed was so low, so devoid of emotion, that it was almost a whisper.

“I killed him.”

I wasn’t surprised. I had already suspected that either Deon or Cassis had killed Rant.

I asked again.

“What was his end like?”

Perhaps this was something I shouldn’t have asked Cassis. But…

I couldn’t suppress the bitterness that had taken root in my heart, and the raw truth spilled out.

“I hope his end was very painful.”

Cassis cupped my cheeks with his hands, his gaze intense. He looked deeply into my eyes.

Then, a soft question, almost a whisper, washed over me.

“If there’s anything you want me to do, tell me.”

His eyes were direct and sincere, promising he would do anything I asked without hesitation.

He must have easily understood my feelings from our conversation in Vertium.

I closed my eyes, afraid he would see the turmoil within me.

I want to kill Rant Agriche, who disgraced Asil even after death.

I want to kill Noel Vertium, who disturbed his rest by deliberately raising Asil’s body.

And I want to kill myself for foolishly hesitating at the last moment and failing to kill Nix.

The fiercely raging murderous intent pricked at my insides like thorns.

Thinking about Nix, likely being carried like luggage in the back of the carriage, made my heart grow cold again.

“Hold my hand.”

So, I asked for what I needed most in that moment.

It might have seemed sudden, but Cassis immediately reached for me.

However, instead of simply holding my hand, he pulled me into his arms, embracing me tightly.

Warmth radiated from our bodies, melting the chill that had settled deep within me since Vertium. Being with Cassis like this, I finally felt warmth returning.

Cassis’s arms tightened around my waist.

The slow, soothing touch of his hand stroking my back gradually brought a sense of peace.

Hugging him, I knew that the peaceful time I had been enjoying was coming to an end.

Now that I had things I wanted to do and things I had to do, I knew I would be busy again.

“Cassis.”

At my soft call, Cassis leaned his cheek against my head, inviting me to speak.

“I’m going to become Roxana Agriche again.”

Cassis’s hand paused for a moment, then resumed its comforting motion, supporting the back of my neck.

Then, a feathery kiss landed on my forehead.

“Okay. Do as you wish.”

Cassis had promised he would never let me go, no matter what, and I believed him.

It wasn’t that I was giving up on either side of myself.

“Stay by my side, too.”

So, when I made my greedy demand, Cassis’s grip around me grew even stronger.

“Okay.”

This time, too, Cassis willingly gave me the words I needed to hear.

“I will.”

I hugged Cassis even tighter.

I was grateful that he was by my side now, unlike in the past when I was alone.

12. Another Transition

“How long are you going to keep staring like that?”

The silence, so heavy and oppressive it felt like a physical weight, was finally broken.

A sharp gaze cut through the shattered remnants of the quiet.

“Why don’t you at least try to stab me with that knife you’re holding?”

Deon had been sitting on the bedside for quite some time, staring at the woman.

Sierra sat motionless in her chair, her gaze fixed on Deon.

There wasn’t a trace of emotion in his low, muttered voice.

Looking at his indifference, it was as if the current situation had nothing to do with him.

It had been quite a while since Deon had been deprived of his freedom and confined to this narrow space.

During that time, he had been in a strange cohabitation with three women.

Those three women were, of course, Sierra, Roxana’s mother; Emily, Roxana’s confidante; and Bess, Sierra’s maid.

Since Deon had become resistant to most poisons, he wasn’t greatly affected by the potent sleeping incense that filled the room.

However, he quietly remained still, as Sierra wished.

Sierra visited Deon every day, as she did now, and watched over him from his bedside.

Deon knew it wasn’t to nurse him back to health.

Her eyes, as she stared at him, were always opaque, as if veiled by a thick curtain, and the hand that occasionally touched the dagger in her sleeve held a faint hint of murderous intent.

Finally, Sierra’s lips parted slightly.

“Yes, I’ve imagined stabbing you hundreds of times.”

Her calm voice barely reached Deon’s ear.

Sierra didn’t deny Deon’s words.

Deon reflected that he had never witnessed this side of her when he was in Agriche, which surprised him.

Perhaps it was because he never had the opportunity to face Sierra for such a long time back then, so he hadn’t noticed it.

In any case, Sierra now elicited a small amount of interest from Deon, unlike before.

However, as time passed, Deon began to think that the person in front of him was foolish.

Even though she had had plenty of opportunities, she had never laid a hand on Deon directly.

Still, before escaping from Agriche, he had been a little surprised to see an unexpected side of Rant.

But perhaps her inherently weak personality wasn’t something that could be easily changed.

“If you could harm someone just by thinking about it, you would have already been horribly butchered.”

However, Sierra’s attitude was too detached to simply dismiss her as weak.

Sierra placed the dagger she had been holding on her lap.

Deon’s gaze snapped to the exposed blade.

“Didn’t have the courage?”

“The courage to harm someone, or the courage to dirty my hands?”

The voices of the two people were consistently calm and low.

Neither seemed to acknowledge their relationship, which was intertwined with resentment, or the unusual situation they were in now, where one of them was captive.

“Look into my eyes. See if it’s because I couldn’t do it, or because I didn’t do it.”

On the surface, it was clear that Deon was the one being suppressed, but he didn’t show any tension or intimidation.

Sierra seemed to accept this naturally.

However, Emily, who was standing against the wall, remained wary, watching Deon intently.

Sierra wanted to talk to Deon alone, but Emily opposed it, as usual.

However, Sierra already knew that Emily’s presence wouldn’t make much of a difference in dealing with Deon.

Perhaps Emily didn’t realize that either.

However, she was still faithfully carrying out her master’s order to stay by Sierra’s side.

Knowing that, Sierra didn’t bother to persuade Emily.

“There’s something I’ve always been curious about.”

Sierra finally brought up something she had wanted to ask Deon several times while living in Agriche.

“What were you thinking when you killed Asil?”

“Nothing.”

Compared to the time she hesitated, a brief moment passed—so short it was almost laughable—and then a concise answer followed.

Deon spoke immediately, without any hesitation or reservation.

It was still a dry voice, devoid of any discernible emotion.

Sierra didn’t waver, because it was the answer she had expected.

However, this time she asked him something else.

“What did you feel when you tried to kill Rant?”

“That, too, nothing.”

“What if Maria died in front of your eyes?”

“You keep asking meaningless things.”

It was a consistently dry voice.

Deon’s eyes and expression as he looked at Sierra were not much different, either.

So, Sierra could face him without wavering.

“You’re a monster created by Rant.”

A silent, frozen voice pierced her eardrums.

“I hate and despise you terribly.”

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

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

How to Protect the Heroine's Older Brother Roxana 여주인공의 오빠를 지키는 방법
Status: Completed Author: Native Language: Korean
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[English Translation] In a world of scandalous secrets and dangerous desires, Roxana Agriche finds herself trapped within the pages of a 19+ reverse harem novel. As the older sister of a notorious villain, her fate seems sealed. But when her depraved father kidnaps Cassis Pedelian, the heroine's brother, Roxana sees a chance for salvation. Can she defy her family's dark legacy and protect Cassis, securing her own survival? Dive into a thrilling tale of kidnapping, betrayal, and forbidden alliances, where Roxana and Cassis must navigate a treacherous web of deceit to bring down the brutal Agriche family. Will they trust each other enough to rewrite their destinies, or will they succumb to the abyss?

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