The Way To Protect The Female Lead’S Older Brother [EN]: Chapter 132

How to Protect the Heroine’s Older Brother – 132

Roxana severed the connection with the butterfly.

Turning her head, she saw Cassis caressing her hair.

The two were sitting together on the sofa by the window, sunlight streaming in.

Roxana had used a poisonous butterfly to check on a few things, while Cassis read a report from his subordinate, who had been sent to investigate something he’d ordered.

Then, Cassis, noticing the change in Roxana’s demeanor, moved his hand.

Fortunately, it wasn’t anything serious, as Roxana’s expression soon cleared.

The air around them was utterly still.

It was a comfortable silence, a time of peace even without conversation.

Roxana summoned a few butterflies, gave them orders, and sent them flying outside.

Cassis languidly stroked her long, golden hair, watching Roxana.

The sunlight streaming through the window painted Roxana’s body in a soft, white light. Her form seemed to emit light on its own.

Cassis’s face was calm and serene, mirroring the tranquility of the room.

However, a closer look would reveal a silent, sharp intensity submerged deep within his eyes.

In Cassis’s mind, the words on the report he had just read swirled in a vortex of confusion.

Although he hadn’t told Roxana, he was tracking the movements of several people within Agrice.

More precisely, Cassis was watching Roxana’s acquaintances.

That was why he had been able to send Isidore to Griselda Agrice in Vertium to make contact.

In addition, Cassis had also inquired about the whereabouts of Roxana’s mother, Sierra, and her confidante, Emily. It was only natural that he was also keeping an eye on Jeremy Agrice.

And…

Deon Agrice.

The light in Cassis’s eyes dimmed eerily as he recalled that name.

One of Cassis’s subordinates had discovered Deon Agrice’s trail leading to Vertium.

Why Vertium, and why now?

It was all too clear who he was chasing.

The image of Deon Agrice, whom he had last met in Agrice, flashed in his mind.

Yes, so he was still alive.

Of course, he never believed Deon would die so easily.

“What are you thinking about?”

At that moment, a gentle voice reached Cassis’s ear.

“Your expression has turned cold.”

Roxana’s hand touched Cassis’s lightly furrowed brow.

Sensing Cassis’s shift in energy, Roxana had reacted immediately.

When he raised his gaze, Roxana’s face, filled with concern, came into view.

Her presence was like the bright sunlight streaming through the window.

Suddenly, Roxana’s earlier words echoed in his mind.

“I’m going to be Roxana Agrice again.”

At that moment, Cassis sensed that the day he could have Roxana all to himself was approaching.

“…I don’t know if I’ve become more patient or less patient.”

The sunken whisper was almost a soliloquy.

Cassis’s hand tightened in Roxana’s hair, golden strands wrapping around his fingers.

He moved his hand and pressed his lips there.

As he slowly inhaled, a sweet fragrance filled his lungs.

It was terribly satisfying, yet it ignited a deep thirst that seemed unquenchable.

The intense desire he had felt when Roxana looked back at him from among the blooming flowers resurfaced.

He wanted to trap her in a space where no one else could see her, where only he could enter.

He didn’t want anyone else in Roxana’s sight.

He wanted her eyes to only see him, her touch to only linger on him.

He wanted to kiss her fragrant lips deeply, to drive her to the point of being a mess with his marks all over her body, so she couldn’t think of anything else.

When Roxana looked at him with reddened eyes, as if he were the only person in the world, and desperately clung to him, a wave of joy would wash over him.

Thinking about that, he seemed terribly impatient compared to his past, when he had lived a more restrained life.

But on the other hand, the very fact that he was suppressing such desires seemed to prove his great patience.

“You’re having an interesting dilemma.”

From above him, Roxana chuckled softly.

A gentle hand slowly brushed across Cassis’s face.

“I think you could stand to be a little less patient than you are now.”

At that moment, a small sound, whether a sigh or a groan, escaped Cassis’s lips.

“If you knew what I was thinking, you wouldn’t say that.”

“Isn’t it enough that you’re just thinking about it?”

Cassis could only chuckle at Roxana’s words.

“You have a point.”

A soft laugh was scattered on Roxana’s neck.

Cassis raised his gaze and met her eyes.

“Then I won’t refuse.”

Cassis’s eyes curved languidly, forming a smooth arc.

Then he tilted his head slightly.

His silver hair, bathed in sunlight, flowed down with a mercury-like sheen. His lowered eyelashes sparkled with silver light.

Roxana watched as Cassis’s lips, curved in a faint smile, parted slightly.

The next moment, Cassis, drawing closer, gently bit and tugged at the end of the ribbon fastening Roxana’s bodice.

And the way he slightly raised his lowered gaze and stared intensely at her…

“…I didn’t say you could take my clothes off, though.”

In an instant, her body heated up.

In fact, she suddenly became a little suspicious of whether Cassis was really an amateur.

Soon after, her words were silenced by his lips burying themselves in her neck. A sharp nose grazed her skin, and ticklish breaths spread.

“Didn’t you say I could be less patient from now on?”

That’s not the kind of patience I was talking about…

But the moment the heat of his body, which had been wrapped around her wrist, began to slowly creep upward, those words were swallowed back.

Following the sensation of his touch against her skin, heat gradually gathered within her.

The peaceful atmosphere was now charged with tension.

The air, now flowing with a subtle energy, was palpably thicker than before.

“Hmm, I wonder if I should cancel it.”

“No.”

But even as she said that, Roxana’s hand was gently stroking Cassis’s hair.

Just then, the poisonous butterfly that had been sent to the underground prison sent a signal.

“Wait a moment…”

Roxana’s hand, which had been pulling down Cassis’s shirt and sliding down his broad shoulders, stopped abruptly.

The sight of the underground prison where Nix was being held came into view.

The next moment, Roxana saw Nix and Sylvia meeting through the butterfly’s eyes.

* * *

Sylvia, having parted ways with Jeanne, didn’t go straight to her room, hesitating about her next move.

She wanted to go play in the annex where Roxana and her brother were, but after a moment’s thought, she decided against it.

She was a perceptive younger sister and shouldn’t disturb their time.

In fact, for Sylvia, the annex where Cassis and Roxana stayed felt almost like their honeymoon home.

So, she had stopped visiting the annex without prior notice.

Perhaps the other people in Fedelian were thinking the same way.

“Shut up, you’re noisy. No, just stay quietly unconscious until I allow it.”

Then, Roxana’s new, formidable appearance from yesterday flashed in her mind.

The cold chill that seemed embedded in her beautiful face like ice thorns.

The ruthless voice that pierced her ears.

And the restrained movements of her arms, which flew lightly like a butterfly but stung like a bee.

It was a fleeting moment, but it had captivated Sylvia.

The sister-in-law she thought was a princess was actually a queen.

Sylvia had been repeatedly recalling and admiring that scene.

As a result, the boy who had been knocked unconscious by Roxana’s hand came to mind.

She was sure he was called the Doll of Vertium.

Moreover, she had heard that the body was Roxana’s brother’s.

Thinking that far, she suddenly became curious.

Yesterday, she had been too distracted to properly see the appearance of the doll that Cassis and Roxana had brought.

Of course, that was because he was so bloody and had writhed and rampaged after regaining consciousness.

If it’s Roxana’s real brother’s body, wouldn’t he look alike?

Thinking that, her curiosity doubled.

Hmm. I’m curious; can I just go see him for a moment?

She had a feeling that her parents and brother would stop her.

Sylvia frowned and pondered for a moment.

The moment of conflict didn’t last long.

If she just looked at his face from afar, there would be no problem. Yes, let’s just go secretly for a moment.

Sylvia, having made up her mind, headed to the underground prison with light steps.