How to Protect the Heroine’s Older Brother 95
Even when Lant was alive, he had already sent official documents to other families, stamped with his seal, fully acknowledging all the past corruption and crimes.
Therefore, there was no way to dispute what Pedelian had done now, or to pretend not to know what Agrigent had been doing all along.
Perhaps Roxana, Jeremy’s sister, wouldn’t have wanted that either.
So, Jeremy decided to bear the burden of Agrigent’s flaws.
Jeremy stubbornly attended this Yggdrasil meeting.
And he barely managed to be recognized as the head of Agrigent.
Of course, it was never an easy task, and the process was quite dirty and even sordid from Jeremy’s perspective.
‘Those bastards are not missing the opportunity to try and suppress me.’
However, not being picky about means and methods for the sake of the goal was a characteristic of Agrigent.
Therefore, Jeremy could hide his true feelings as much as he wanted and pretend to crawl in front of them to get what he wanted.
Of course, this situation would not last forever, but he would probably have to endure this humiliation for a while.
Still, it was okay.
If only he could make Agrigent a place Roxana would want to return to.
“Damn it, something must have gotten in my eye.”
Jeremy raised his hand and rubbed his eyes roughly, feeling a stinging sensation.
Rustle.
At that moment, a sound came from the direction where the setting sun was falling.
Perhaps because he had become accustomed to the silence, the noise pierced his eardrums particularly loudly.
Could it be that woman with the strange fat bird again?
Jeremy’s face contorted at the thought that suddenly flashed through his mind.
Last time, there was a woman who had entered Agrigent without permission and was snooping around the empty monster breeding ground.
She seemed to be a beastmaster [a person skilled in controlling and training beasts].
As soon as she was discovered, she quickly ran away riding a monster in the form of a black bird, so Jeremy couldn’t catch her.
After that, he had felt someone’s gaze once more.
However, it was such a fleeting moment that he just dismissed it as a mistake.
Was she coming to check on the situation in between? They say the culprit always reappears at the scene.
If that woman has invaded again without fear, he will not let her go this time.
Jeremy glared fiercely and jumped up from his seat. Then, he moved to where the sound had come from.
But the person who came into his sight was not the woman he had seen last time.
“Oh, what is it? It was Aunt Maria?”
“Oh my, it’s Jeremy.”
Jeremy felt his strength drain away when he saw Maria. Then, he suddenly realized something strange.
“But what’s with that outfit? Where are you going?”
Maria was carrying a light bag and wearing a thick coat.
Of course, underneath she was wearing a fancy dress as usual, high-heeled shoes, and even holding a parasol in one hand as if she were going for a light stroll.
But Jeremy noticed that Maria was about to leave for a long journey.
Maria replied with a bright smile as usual.
“I have to go find Sierra.”
Jeremy frowned at those words.
What persistence…….
Maria had fallen asleep after smelling the sleeping incense that Jeremy had deliberately lit on Agrigent’s last day.
Then, she regained consciousness only after everything was over.
Of course, it was to prevent Maria from interfering with their plans.
Maria made a fuss for a while after belatedly learning about the situation.
Above all, she was frantic about the disappearance of Sierra, Roxana’s mother.
She didn’t seem to have the slightest interest in the fact that her husband, Lant, had died, Agrigent had become like this, and Deon was even missing.
Maria made such a fuss searching for Sierra like a Yaksha [a fierce, often female, spirit in Hindu and Buddhist mythology] that even Jeremy was overwhelmed by her energy.
So, he had kept the fact that he was the one who lit the sleeping incense a secret from her until now.
And after hearing what Maria said now, Jeremy once again vowed that he should never reveal this fact until the day she entered the grave.
“What are you going to do finding Sierra?”
“You’re asking the obvious.”
Maria replied to Jeremy’s question without the slightest hesitation.
“I have to protect her from the side.”
Her face and tone were very innocent.
Jeremy’s expression became strange as he listened to her words.
“Aren’t you curious about Deon’s fate? He’s your son, at least.”
Of course, Jeremy was not worried about Deon or anything.
Still, logically, Maria’s top priority should be her son Deon, not Sierra, so he brought it up.
Well, Agrigent’s people were never reasonable anyway.
“Isn’t that child not going to die easily somewhere?”
As expected, Maria showed a lukewarm reaction.
“And Deon is a child who can decide where to die on his own. But Sierra is not.”
This was quite unexpected for Jeremy.
Until now, Maria had volunteered to be Sierra’s guardian while living in Agrigent.
Was that not just a pastime but really sincere?
Jeremy stared at Maria with strange emotion in his eyes.
He already knew it, but he had to acknowledge the obsession of Agrigent’s people.
“Do as you please. But from the moment you go outside, you are no longer Agrigent, so don’t go around selling your name for useless things.”
Jeremy said somewhat coldly.
It would be a problem if dirt splashed on Agrigent, which was about to start anew.
“Don’t worry. I don’t need that either.”
Maria replied as if he was worrying about nothing.
Then, she looked at Jeremy and sighed.
“You were really pretty when you were young. Agrigent kids just don’t get cute as they get older. Especially the boys, their outsides and insides turn black, and I don’t know what they’re thinking inside……. Really, I miss Sierra and Sana.”
Maria shook her head with a wistful look.
Then, she suddenly looked at Jeremy again and smiled brightly.
“Contact me when you have a child later. I’ll adore them like you were when you were young.”
“Oh, stop the nonsense and leave if you’re going!”
Jeremy shouted and chased Maria out.
Still, Maria turned her back on Jeremy with a smiling face and left Agrigent.
Without long greetings or lingering feelings, just plainly and neatly.
It was a farewell that suited them well.
* * *
It felt like he was buried deep in the dry, cool desert sand.
It was dark and quiet all around, as if he was being endlessly sucked into the abyss located lower than that.
Maybe he was in the pitch-black deep sea now.
A world of complete silence without a single noise.
In a way, it resembled rest.
Surprisingly, this space of nothingness, where not even a speck of dust seemed to exist, felt more peaceful than ever.
It was a sensation he had never felt before. It was definitely unfamiliar, but it wasn’t a bad feeling.
But the space where he was entrusting his soul didn’t seem to think so.
The amorphous world, writhing and twisting, struggled to spit him out somehow.
Soon, the void distorted and began to draw thin cracks.
Smash!
Finally, the space, shattered into pieces like shards of glass, spat him out.
“…….”
Deon slowly lifted his heavy eyelids as if a stone was placed on them.
The blurry vision couldn’t capture the image properly.
The place he was lying was seemed to be a bed that was not so big.
His whole body was stiff, and he felt a sharp pain in his neck. This was the wound he had received from his father, Lant.
In that state, Deon silently and keenly listened and looked around.
Judging from the degree to which faint noise was being pushed away, the place he was in now seemed to be a narrow room.
He could vaguely hear voices that seemed to be talking outside. But he couldn’t identify the contents.
There were at least three people around.
Two people talking outside and one person staying in the room where Deon was now.
Deon was not alone in this room now.
The sound of fabric brushing against each other and small breaths as someone moved slightly faintly pierced his ears.
Then, suddenly, he heard a sound of gasping.
Clatter! Clunk!
Something was dropped as if startled, and then a sound like a chair dragging across the floor broke the silence.
“Oh, you’ve regained consciousness…….”
The woman’s bewildered heart was conveyed like ripples in her trembling voice.
Deon stared at the woman’s figure with eyes that had already focused.
His eyes were calm and clear enough to not believe that he was someone who had just regained consciousness.
The red eyes, even containing foreboding, slowly swept through the room.
On the floor, an embroidery frame, presumed to have been dropped by the woman a little while ago, was thrown away.
Whether it was his mood or not, the woman’s face looked somewhat familiar.
She grabbed the hem of her skirt for a moment and didn’t know what to do, then hurriedly went to the door.
“Just a moment.”
The woman told Deon to wait, but he had no reason to do so.
Deon moved his body to get up from his seat.
Clang.
However, he could not raise his upper body as he intended.
As soon as he moved his arm, a rough metallic sound scratched his eardrums.
Deon’s cold eyes were fixed on the restraints that were binding his hands.
Not only his hands but also his ankles had the same thing on them.
He heard footsteps approaching from outside the door.
Deon, still lying on the bed, coldly stared at the door.
Finally, the woman who had gone out a little while ago returned with another person.
Deon unknowingly twitched his eyes when he checked the face of the person who entered the room.
“You’ve woken up.”
The woman’s calm voice struck his ears.
She was Emily, Roxana’s subordinate.