The Way To Protect The Female Lead’S Older Brother [EN]: Chapter 51

If I could, I wanted to run outside right now and tell everyone in Agriche.

I wanted to shout, “Look at this!”

I finally succeeded in deceiving you all.

*Click.*

The tightly closed door opened at that very moment.

A thin ray of light seeped into the darkness-engulfed room.

I didn’t sense anyone else outside, but someone stepped through the doorway without any warning.

An arm that looked like Emily’s seemed to be lying on the floor, glimpsed through the open door.

But before Roxana could properly confirm, the door closed again.

*Ah, how tiresome.*

Roxana slowly blinked as she looked at the man standing tall before her.

“I hear it’s noisy outside. They’re saying you fed Cassis Pedelian to the poison butterflies.”

The man who entered the room smelled faintly of a dense forest, as if he had just returned to the mansion.

It seemed the group that had left for the Carrantuans’ habitat had returned in the meantime.

“So?”

Roxana slowly wiped the corners of her mouth with her sleeve and asked indifferently.

“What does that have to do with you that you come to me and tell me this story?”

However, Roxana’s movements were stopped by his low voice.

“Cassis Pedelian, he’s not dead, is he?”

That wasn’t a question directed at Roxana.

“Where did you smuggle him away to?”

With a rustling sound, Deon, who had been standing like a rooted tree, moved.

He stopped a step away from Roxana.

*Splash,* black shoes touched a small puddle of blood on the floor.

Deon’s gaze slowly swept over Roxana’s blood-stained figure.

Even though the room was dark and nothing could be seen clearly, his gaze seemed to penetrate her very being.

“Shall I guess?”

Deon whispered softly and bent down.

Red eyes, radiating a sharp glow in the moonlight, met her gaze up close.

“There’s only one place my eyes haven’t reached so far.”

A cold smile appeared on Deon’s lips.

“The Black Forest on the northern border.”

At that moment, the faint sound of wind coming from outside subsided.

An icy silence fell in the thick, stagnant air of the room.

No change occurred on Roxana’s face.

Her eyes, staring at Deon, were still coldly indifferent, just as they had been when he first entered this room. No emotional agitation could be felt within them.

But Deon did not waver.

“I don’t know how you smuggled him out, but it was a very plausible method. So… is this a poison butterfly that shows illusions?”

The poison butterflies that had appeared in the air were hovering around her, taking advantage of Roxana’s weakened state. Deon’s gaze brushed over those butterflies.

“You didn’t have flesh-eating butterflies. Or perhaps the poison butterflies you hatched weren’t just just one type.”

Deon’s words were surprisingly close to the truth.

Roxana, who had been quietly watching his face, finally opened her mouth.

“Your delusions are excessive.”

“You know best that it’s not a delusion.”

Roxana’s gaze once again silently lingered on Deon’s face.

After a moment, she asked quietly.

“So, are you going to go outside now and tell everyone?”

“What should I do?”

The corners of Deon’s lips slowly curved into an arc.

Then he whispered cruelly.

“Should I send a search party to the northern border first? I think it would be nice to bring Cassis Pedelian’s torn corpse in front of you.”

He looked like a hunter who had succeeded in trapping his prey.

Deon raised his hand and grabbed a butterfly hovering around Roxana. As if it were the person in front of him.

“I don’t know why you’re trying so hard to save that bastard.”

He squeezed his hand as if to crush the butterfly inside.

While staring at Roxana for a while, he soon loosened his grip again.

The butterfly escaped through the gap and fluttered through the air.

Immediately after, Deon rose from his seat.

“Don’t go.”

No, he was about to get up.

If it hadn’t been for the voice that pierced his ears the next moment.

“Don’t go, Deon.”

A small whisper seeped into Deon’s ears again, who had stopped moving.

It was a voice so soft and sweet that he couldn’t believe it was directed at him.

Even if this was a hallucination shown by Roxana’s butterfly, he could have believed it.

But the hand that touched Deon’s cheek afterwards had substance.

The man, who exuded an atmosphere so chilling to the bone as if he had been born borrowing the aura of winter, stared at the person in front of him as if time had stopped.

Roxana moved her hand towards Deon.

After gently caressing his face like that, she slowly raised the corners of her lips.

“How boring.”

The smile that pierced her vision was chillingly cold, as if all the sweetness from before was a lie.

“You really are a boring person.”

As if she couldn’t help but feel pathetic and pitiful, Roxana looked at the man who was holding his breath in her hand with eyes mixed with pity and ridicule.

“Deon. Did you think I wouldn’t know what you really want?”

At that moment, a faint ripple arose in the red eyes reflected in Roxana’s vision.

It was a very small agitation, but because the subject was none other than Deon, it felt like an extremely drastic change.

“I really didn’t need anything you gave me, whatever it was.”

She hated and loathed the man in front of her so much that Roxana didn’t even want to tolerate his gaze reaching her.

But this pitiful and terrible man persistently chased her shadow no matter how much she rejected and pushed him away.

“I mean… I really hate you so much it makes me sick.”

Deon didn’t even flinch at Roxana’s words.

His eyes, which were just quietly staring at her as if he already knew, were as deep and dark as the deep sea.

“But… yes….”

Roxana stared into those eyes and smiled coldly.

“If you want to give me a leash that badly.”

Cold moonlight seeped in from the window.

The warmth conveyed from their touching bodies was warm. But strangely, it was as cold as if it were cutting into her skin.

“Both you and I, after all, will only have hell to go to.”

That day, Roxana made a new covenant of bondage.

What awaited them at the end of it would surely be hell.