I Will Protect My Brother - Chapter 117

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Chapter 117
Luize had received no separate instructions from Rosien Wynyak, yet he instinctively grasped that Kalian Wynack could not be allowed to act as he pleased.
He clenched his teeth and lashed out.
“Answer the question, Wynack! When Rosien Wynyak was pierced by the blade, I saw a suspicious shadow. That wasn’t the power you were wielding, was it?”
“….”
“Did you kill her?”
As Luize refused to back down easily, Kalian twisted his lips in a bitter laugh.
“This bastard occasionally… makes me unbearably irritated.”
A suddenly cold voice scraped against their eardrums. In the next instant, a massive inferno erupted between them.
“…!”
Heat so scorching it drew a scream engulfed Luize.
Eternal Fire! The Transcendents who recognized its nature were appalled.
Owen rushed forward and yanked Luize backward.
“Whezel, don’t provoke Kalian!”
The flames of Eternal Fire narrowly grazed Luize and transferred to the conference table with its spine shattered. A deafening roar erupted as the inferno spread so violently it reached the ceiling.
The Podium began burning in an instant.
Alpien hastily activated his Planetarium.
[ᛒᛖ ᛈᚱᛖᛈᚨᚱᛖᛞ ᚠᛟᚱ ᛖᛏᛖᚱᚾᚨᛚ ᚠᛁᚱᛖ]
“Damn it, Rosien. Is this what you meant by setting up a defensive barrier…!”
A barrier spread wide across the Podium contained the flames from spreading outward.
Kalian took a step forward without even glancing at the Transcendents engulfed in chaos.
Soon reaching his objective, he bent down and picked up the Great Annihilation that had fallen to the ground.
The blade slid smoothly into his hand. He tilted the sword horizontally.
Above the Sacred Relic drenched in blood, the bluish form of a Star Fragment Fairy materialized.
The Great Annihilation trembled violently and cried out.
【It wasn’t me! This happened on its own, I absolutely, how did this even…!】
“Where did the body go?”
Kalian’s toneless voice cut off the Sacred Relic’s feeble excuses.
He placed his hand directly on the blade’s edge and measured a span of length.
“From here, to about here… it was pierced to this depth. But it vanished. You remained.”
【I don’t know either! My body moved on its own, and the moment I realized I’d stabbed Rosy, I immediately withdrew…! I didn’t see where it disappeared! Did you, did you devour it?! Filthy Avatar of Lost Soul!】
“Not helpful.”
Kalian carelessly discarded the Great Annihilation.
I thought it was the work of the Judge of Darkness and Chaos, but the Sacred Relic’s foolish response suggested the Guardian Star wasn’t involved. If so, the culprit was obvious.
Yet who had committed this petty act hardly mattered. There was only one thing I needed to do first.
I moved the shadows to draw out the root of the Lost Soul.
The moment Owen, who had been watching with bated breath, sensed the shadows beneath his feet writhing, he cried out loudly.
“She’s not dead, Rosy!”
Kalian turned to face Owen, who was rushing toward him with a blank expression. There was no answer, not even a question in return.
Owen steadied his breathing and tried to explain as calmly as possible.
“Yeljewa had made a prophecy. I didn’t think it would be today. Still, that child has already mapped out all their escape routes, so it should be fine.”
Yet maintaining composure before a visage so unsettling was no easy feat.
Even Owen, who had raised ‘Karga’ as his son for over twenty years since that creature first returned to Wynack, felt his entire body prickle with dread.
From somewhere came the metallic stench of blood, acrid and suffocating.
“I told him to come back to you as well. If you wait patiently, he won’t be late returning….”
Owen trailed off mid-sentence and exhaled a long breath.
“Are you even listening?”
Kalian, drenched in Rosien’s blood, passed by his side. His voice emerged low and chilling.
“Whether dead or alive. That’s not really what matters.”
The profile Owen glimpsed was cold and smooth as thin glass.
Yet something about him was terribly, grotesquely twisted.
Kalian returned to where Rosien had vanished and reached toward the pool of blood pooling on the floor.
Between his fingers, the viscous liquid clung together as it dried. No longer warm.
Kalian murmured as if to himself.
“It’s not the first time I’ve seen Rozentia’s corpse anyway. I’m used to it.”
“….”
“All humans eventually return to death. There are far more deaths that strike from behind than merciful ones that announce themselves. So death itself is hardly cause for alarm.”
Kalian’s complexion was only slightly paler than usual. Given his naturally fair skin, it scarcely showed.
The only way to discern his evident agitation was through his voice.
Only his voice, which gradually began to tremble with barely concealed anxiety.
“But there has to be a body. At least some part of it.”
Even the Revival Crystal, which wrought infinite miracles, could not create something from nothing.
Whether resurrecting, healing, or regenerating, there had to be a target upon which to pour the Sacred Relic’s power.
If nothing remained, nothing could be done.
Nothing. Could be done.
Kalian’s hand, which had been caressing the lukewarm blood as if entranced, suddenly clenched the pool with violent force.
“There has to be something left.”
Like thin ice shattering in the cold, his flat expression crumbled to pieces. His unfocused crimson eyes fixed upon some point in the void.
“Where did she go?”
Where did she disappear to?
The weightless sensation that had been drifting suddenly plummeted like a pendulum made of lead. Rosien had vanished.
Not merely into some corner of Rahnar, but erased entirely from this world.
Despite being connected through the Elixir, he could not sense her existence at all.
For the first time in ages, Kalian found himself utterly bewildered.
‘What do I do first….’
His mind was shrouded in thick black smoke; nothing came to him. Only that moment replayed endlessly—the blade of Great Annihilation piercing through her small form.
Heat accumulated in his skull until it felt ready to burst. His thoughts ground like machinery starved of oil.
A weight like lead pressed upon his chest, suffocating him. What had been brimming full just moments ago now lay utterly hollow.
Had Rosien been present, she would have recognized this state as one of extreme shock. But she had vanished somewhere, leaving Kalian alone in his confusion.
Those green eyes he had seen in that final moment came back to him. Looking back, what had reflected in them was not fear.
Resignation, as though what was meant to come had finally arrived. And beneath it, that peculiar composure unique to one who had steeled themselves for all that would follow.
Kalian suddenly recalled the words Owen had cried out moments before.
“A prophecy. …You said you’d explored every path to survival.”
Ah, so that’s why—not content with merely warning him beforehand to refrain from recklessness, Owen had entrusted even his own Kirges to him at the conference table?
And then vanished without a trace?
Why? Without any hint, without any warning—why in this manner?
Then why did the ring keep asking for more?
His thoughts tangled of their own accord. Kalian coughed softly and clenched his trembling hands into fists.
Owen hovered uncertainly around him.
“First, listen to the full text of the prophecy. Hear it calmly, and think about it….”
“Rozentia—do you know where she went?”
“No, I don’t know where she went. But—!”
Before Owen could even protest, Kalian let out an absurd laugh.
“Then there’s no need to listen.”
It was hopeless. Owen shook his head regretfully toward the Transcendents who watched him with tension.
He was in no state to hear and comprehend anything right now.
There was no stopping this. It was better to simply expand the barrier Rosien had left behind as widely as possible.
It seemed Rosien had not properly explained Yeljewa’s prophecy or her own plan to Kalian.
Of course, had she told him beforehand, he would never have stayed put—but Owen couldn’t shake the thought that she had been rather cruel in this matter.
After all, he was the type to live fixated on that girl alone.
Kalian raised his bowed body. Simultaneously, a high, piercing laugh rang out as though piercing through flames.
【Ha, you’re not dead. Though you should be!】
The Broken Chaos rose triumphantly from the shadows.
【A corpse without a heart revived by a Revival Crystal—and now that precious thing has been stolen from you. What else can you become but a corpse once more?】
The Lost Soul was seized by a savage grip before it could fully unleash its will. Kalian growled low between his teeth.
“What have you done?”
【Foolish avatar of mine. We are beings that destroy as we live. What we hold in our hands is destined to shatter in the end.】
The Lost Soul slipped easily from Kalian’s grasp and sneered.
【I told you not to love, my avatar. If it was for Rozentia’s sake, you should have let go at the appropriate moment.】
“….”
【Love? Is such a foolish, ridiculous emotion even befitting you? Karga—we must be different from the amateurs who are swept away by feelings. Because you couldn’t manage that, this disaster has occurred.】

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