The Way To Protect The Female Lead’S Older Brother [EN]: Chapter 52

Protecting the Heroine’s Older Brother – Chapter 52

7. The Season of Destruction and Rebirth

“…What?”

Sylvia asked, dumbfounded, unable to believe what she had just heard.

“What did you just say? What happened to my brother… here?”

Her face was as pale as could be.

However, Jeremy answered casually, seemingly unaware of Sylvia’s paling face.

“I told you, he’s already dead. Our father brought him here years ago. He died without leaving a trace of ashes less than half a year after arriving. So, stop looking for your brother.”

“How… how did my brother die here?”

The truth that came from Jeremy Agrit’s mouth was truly horrifying.

While listening to him, she felt dizzy and nauseous, unable to bear it.

The things the Agrit family had done to her brother were not something a human being could do.

From the moment she decided to find her missing brother herself, she had thought that perhaps at the end of this road, a truth she never wanted to acknowledge might be waiting.

So, in one corner of her heart, she was prepared to face her brother’s death.

But not like this.

Nothing like this existed anywhere in her imagination.

At least, she never imagined her brother’s end would be like this…

“I told you, so don’t meet with those other bastards as promised! Especially that red-haired bastard, he’s so annoying. You don’t have any reason to meet them unless it’s about your brother’s matter anyway.”

Jeremy whined, grabbing Sylvia’s hand as if throwing a tantrum. His face was clear and innocent, like a pure child.

At that moment, a pitch-black emotion that she never knew existed within her sprouted.

It quickly took root and grew, blooming into a poisonous flower.

“…Shut up.”

“What?”

Slap!

Sylvia ruthlessly shook off Jeremy’s hand.

Jeremy froze, seeing Sylvia’s venomous, fierce eyes for the first time.

“Shut up. Shut up…! Shut your mouth right now…!”

Sylvia was showing him terrifying anger. Jeremy was flustered and fidgeted but soon seemed to realize why she was so angry and quickly apologized.

“I-I’m sorry, Sylvia. If I had known it was your brother, I wouldn’t have done that back then. Really! But I didn’t know then. So don’t be angry, okay?”

However, Jeremy didn’t genuinely understand Sylvia’s anger.

To him, siblings were merely competitors to be suppressed, not beings whose death would cause grief.

So, Jeremy had never understood why Sylvia had been searching for her missing brother for years.

Therefore, his apology to Sylvia now was not sincere but merely a cunning attempt to avoid offending her.

Then, as if he had thought of something, he looked at Sylvia with a brightened expression.

“Ah, right! There’s Roxana, a sibling who collects eyes, and she might have your brother’s eyes. She seemed to like them quite a bit back then. I think I saw golden eyes similar to yours in her collection room last time. It must be them. Do you want me to bring them to you?”

“Hahaha…”

Sylvia now found it all so ridiculous that she let out a dry, mocking laugh.

Jeremy smiled, relieved that Sylvia was laughing, and raised the corners of his mouth to follow her.

His face was so sickeningly disgusting that she couldn’t bear it.

Sylvia coldly murmured as she looked at Jeremy reaching out his hand towards her again.

“I’m going to kill you, Jeremy Agrit.”

At that moment, Jeremy’s hand stopped in mid-air. Sylvia continued, speaking to Jeremy, whose expression was slowly changing.

“You too, your brothers too…”

It felt as if pus was flowing from her heart, which had been mercilessly trampled and burned black.

Jeremy’s pale face looked so innocent and pitiful that it made her want to vomit. Sylvia wanted to spit on that face.

These sinners had so brutally butchered her precious person and didn’t even repent.

“All the people of Agrit who killed my brother.”

So, Sylvia didn’t even consider forgiveness.

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, and blood for blood, death for death.

Thus, she would give these beasts a fitting end.

“I will kill them all with my own hands.”

That day, the white spark that had always shone faintly within her, never extinguished despite any adversity, finally went out completely.

『From Flower of the Abyss』

* * *

It was midwinter, when the world was entirely covered in white.

“Damn it.”

The man who closed the door and stepped out into the hallway muttered a curse.

He was probably in his mid-20s.

The young man with black hair and gray eyes was Fontain, the eldest son of Agrit.

Fontain, who had just come out of his father Lant Agrit’s room, was in a very bad mood.

The reason for his displeasure was that all the credit for the mission they had jointly carried out this time went to Deon.

Of course, it was true that Deon’s role was significant in this drug trafficking.

Perhaps if he hadn’t smelled the sewer rat that had sneaked in, they might have suffered a major setback in the middle.

But Fontain was the one who made this deal happen in the first place.

But to give all the credit to Deon just for wiping out a group of rats was unfair.

He knew that his father, Lant Agrit, usually favored Deon to an obvious extent, but it made him furious every time this happened.

Smash!

Fontain smashed a decoration in the hallway with his iron fist. He wished it was Deon’s head.

The servants cleaned up the debris left behind by Fontain as if they were used to it.

* * *

Fontain left the mansion without going to his room.

He was thinking of slaughtering some monsters to change his mood.

It would be okay to drag out the slaves in the basement of the mansion and play with them, but today he didn’t think this dirty mood would improve without seeing real blood.

“Young Master Fontain, if you’re going out, a guard…”

“I don’t want any of that, so get lost. Only those who want to be sliced up instead of monsters should follow me.”

Then the footsteps that had been following him stopped. Knowing Fontain’s personality, who would really carry out those words, no one dared to follow him.

Fontain immediately left Agrit and headed for the border.

Whistle.

A harsh winter wind was blowing outside. The snowstorm crossing the forest was mixed with the gloomy energy of the north.

The place Fontain arrived at was the northwest border.

Reaching the habitat of the monsters, he pulled out the greatsword he was carrying on his back.

“You shouldn’t go that way.”

But just as Fontain was about to take a step forward, a slender, sweet voice carried on the snowflakes brushed past his ears.

Even though it wasn’t a loud voice, he couldn’t help but turn around. The voice contained such a strange power.

“Because I’ve already taken care of them all, leaving not even a bone fragment behind.”

Fontain belatedly recognized that a sweet fragrance was subtly mixed in the frozen forest air.

The next moment, a woman wearing a white fur cloak appeared in his sight.

The golden hair that flowed out fluttered like glittering dust in the scattering snowflakes.