The Way To Protect The Female Lead’S Older Brother [EN]: Chapter 62

A chill ran down my spine.

The time when he started gathering soldiers coincided with Fontain’s serious planning to stab Lant in the back.

Come to think of it, Lant’s attitude toward Fontain had been noticeably colder since then.

But could he have known Fontain’s intentions so early on?

“Besides, that’s not all. Shall I list all the tricks you’ve been playing behind my back? Did you really think I wouldn’t find out about those reckless deeds?”

“Ah, Father.”

“How much have you been underestimating me? Do you see me as such a fool?”

Unable to contain his anger, Lant grabbed Fontain by the collar and struck his cheek with a forceful hand.

Lant was already on edge because of what happened with Cassis at the Harmony Assembly [a political gathering or event].

It was as if Fontain was begging Lant, who was as sharp as a knife, to kill him.

“Bring it.”

Lant fixed a murderous gaze on Fontain and reached out his hand to the subordinate who had brought him.

Lant’s eyes were filled with a blue light.

The subordinate, who had been prepared in advance, quickly brought what Lant had ordered.

“Still, seeing you now, even a worm like you has one useful talent.”

Lant held a sharp knife in his hand and asked in a chilling voice.

“Where are the soldiers you secretly diverted while I was away?”

At those words, Fontain’s eyes widened.

“What, cough, what are you talking about… diverted soldiers…”

His feigned ignorance was so plausible that he seemed genuinely clueless.

“I, I don’t know anything…”

*Stab!*

Lant didn’t hesitate to plunge the blade into Fontain’s hand.

“Aaaagh!”

A scream erupted, but not a trace of emotion appeared on Lant’s face.

“Yes, my son. I didn’t raise you to be so easily swayed by such pain that you would blurt out the truth.”

There was no trace of mercy or affection in his eyes as he looked at Fontain.

“Let’s see if you still won’t talk even if I cut off your limbs one by one.”

Lant was truly ruthless.

He never tolerated traitors, and that was no exception, even for his own children.

As he twisted and pulled the knife from Fontain’s hand, another scream erupted from Fontain’s mouth.

Roxana quietly looked down at the blood pooling on the floor.

The red blood flowing from Fontain, slowly expanding its territory, finally reached Lant’s boots.

Fontain seemed so preoccupied with Lant and Deon that he didn’t even realize she was there.

“Father.”

So when Roxana called out to Lant, Fontain, in his confusion, blankly raised his head as if he had heard a very unexpected sound.

“I don’t think you need to waste any more unnecessary time.”

Lant also turned his gaze at those words.

Roxana was looking at Lant and Fontain with a very calm face.

Looking at her face, one would be mistaken that they were in a spring garden rather than a judgment chamber.

“Did you find it?”

Roxana simply smiled at Lant’s question.

In fact, it was Roxana who had given him a heads-up about Fontain’s actions.

So Lant had been watching Fontain for a while, and he was able to grasp all the tricks he was playing behind the scenes.

Of course, Lant didn’t think he had received much help from Roxana.

Even if he hadn’t known about Fontain’s actions in advance, he didn’t think he would have been defeated by a puppy-like son.

However, after hearing Roxana’s words, he had Deon monitor Fontain and prevent his rebellion in advance, which was quite satisfactory in terms of efficiency.

“Well done. Your work is very swift. As expected of my daughter…”

Pause.

But Lant couldn’t finish his sentence.

Because what he saw made him doubt his eyes.

*Clack.*

The sound of shoe heels hitting the marble floor echoed in the quiet room.

Roxana, with a light step as if she were going for a walk, headed for the large chair placed at the front of the judgment chamber.

The seat, which also looked like a throne, was a place where only Lant, the head of the family, could sit.

“…What is the meaning of this?”

Surprisingly, Roxana climbed onto the throne prepared for the King of Agriache without any hesitation.

“I’ve always wanted to sit here.”

Her slender fingers, like pearls carved from jade, gently stroked the armrest of the chair adorned with splendid jewels.

“I’ve always wondered what it would feel like to look down from here.”

The words flowing from her mouth were so natural that Lant couldn’t even think of getting angry for a moment.

Fontain was also dumbfounded.

Roxana was doing something crazy so nonchalantly.

Then Roxana’s red eyes turned back to Lant in front of her.

“Looking from up here…”

The next moment, a smile as sweet as honey appeared on her red lips, as if they were stained with flower water.

“Father looks quite small too, doesn’t he?”

A crack began to form on Lant’s face.

“You…”

A chilling cold swept over his face, his composure shattered like a cracked porcelain vase.

“Are you mocking me now?”

His murderous red eyes were raging as if they would devour Roxana whole.

Roxana gently curved her eyes at the sight.

“Don’t be so angry, Father.”

She added, “For such a small thing,” and her smiling face was as radiant as ever.

“Father, haven’t you ever doubted it, not even once?”

The voice echoing in the judgment chamber became even smaller and denser, as if whispering sweet nothings.

“That all of this is a play I’ve painstakingly prepared for Father.”

At that moment, an inexplicable sense of foreboding swept through Lant’s heart.

“What does that mean…”

Finally, Roxana removed the illusion that had been laid over this space they were in.

*Flutter.*

Butterflies, which they hadn’t even known were there, flew up all at once from the floor where Fontain’s blood was pooling.

*Whoosh!*

A red storm swept through their vision.

Immediately after, what appeared in that place was a huge magic circle that had been hidden by the illusion until now.

Lant seemed to quickly realize the situation he was in as soon as he discovered it. He hurriedly tried to get out of his seat.

“Roxana, how dare you…! Keuk!”

But as soon as he took his first step, the magic circle was activated.

A white light with a sacred feeling exploded before his eyes. However, the conditions for activating the magic and its effects were far from sacred.

The magic that used blood as a medium was completed the moment Lant saw his son Fontain’s blood on the magic circle.

And the moment Lant, who was linked to the magic, tried to escape from it, he met the activation conditions.

“Ugh, keoeok…!”

Lant fell helplessly to the floor as if he had been crushed by a huge meteorite. An enormous gravity poured down on him like a bombardment.

Roxana, with eyes as indifferent as a king passing judgment on a sinner, looked down at him like Lant had done until now.

“I told you, why were you so careless in front of me.”

Even in a situation where he was being crushed by a terrible sense of pressure to the point where he couldn’t even move a finger, Lant moved his bloodshot eyes forward.

“You were the one who personally taught me that affection and trust between parents and children are all in vain.”

It was Roxana who had been plotting the real rebellion behind the scenes after drawing Lant’s attention to Fontain.

Lant now realized that fact.

His eyes, with burst blood vessels and red whites, flew to the true traitor and were nailed there.

His eyes were so full of murderous intent that he could have torn a person to death a hundred times over if he could have done so with just his eyes.

But Roxana laughed as she looked at Lant’s expression.

“Well, I’ve been wagging my tail quite well in front of Father, haven’t I?”

Ironically, the emotion clearly etched in Lant’s eyes was betrayal.

But it was more like the feeling of being bitten in the neck by a dog he had raised than betrayal towards his daughter.

Of course, Roxana thought either way was ridiculous.

“De…on…”

Surprisingly, Lant opened his mouth and spoke even in the situation just before being crushed to death.

Of course, it was a small struggle that he barely squeezed out, and Lant spat out so much blood from his mouth that it could not be compared to that speck of a voice.

“Get that bitch…”

“Deon, come here.”

Roxana willingly opened her mouth and trampled on Lant’s voice.

Lant seemed to think that Deon, who was standing far away, was his last lifeline.

But that was a foolish thought.

If Deon had any intention of helping Lant, he would have moved from his spot long ago.

Deon was staring at Lant, who was lying on the floor, with cold eyes that didn’t reveal what he was thinking.