I Will Protect My Brother - Chapter 89

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Chapter 89
“What’s the problem? He’s not even my blood brother.”
“Ah, so that’s why you keep wearing that shameless mask? You showed Rosien your true form, didn’t you? How revolting.”
“Are you one to talk? You’re hardly confident yourself. Why don’t you shut up and behave?”
The exchange was childishly petty. My discomfort had reached its limit.
I set down my fan on the table with a sharp gesture and rose abruptly to my feet.
“Kalian Wynack, Luize Whezel.”
Both men’s gazes snapped toward me. Luize tilted his head with arrogant amusement.
“Speak, elder sister.”
Kalian, instead of answering, interlaced his fingers with mine and grasped my hand.
I glared at them both in turn, then spoke with icy precision.
“Take your staring contest elsewhere. Don’t drag an innocent person into the middle and make them uncomfortable.”
“Rosy?”
“You too, Kalian. Don’t think I haven’t noticed you trying to touch me on the sly.”
Kalian was only emboldened by Luize’s presence, refusing to maintain even a step’s distance from me, which meant I spent the entire day nestled in his arms except when I went to the bathroom, exaggeration aside.
When I irritably pried Kalian away, Luize would pursue me instead, and then Kalian would sulk terribly.
As a result, I hadn’t even enjoyed half of this beautiful island.
My patience finally exploded.
“Whezel, you’re the same. Why am I the subject of surveillance? Why don’t you watch him instead!”
“Ah….”
Luize let out a stupid exclamation.
“There was such a method.”
“Settle your rivalry between yourselves! Work it out on your own, and whoever wins can come find me!”
With those words, I summoned a gust of wind and swept out of the living room.
They could beat each other senseless for all I cared—not an ounce of consideration between them!
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After Rosien departed, her crimson curls and blue dress hem fluttering behind her, a dreadful silence descended upon the reception room.
Kalian stared at the door she had shut with a bang for a long moment before slowly turning his head forward.
“I never expected you to make a personal appearance here.”
The moment Rosien left his side, his smile vanished without a trace.
With a searching gaze, he scrutinized the dark-haired youth standing at a distance, examining him from every angle.
Soon, Kalian’s lips, which had been pressed into a line, parted.
“The Formless Messenger.”
Luize, who had been stretching languidly like a satiated jaguar, froze mid-motion.
Whezel’s Guardian Star, the ‘Shaper of Worlds’.
One of the absolute deities of the Abyss who could become anything and transform any form.
Its true name: The Formless Messenger.
The Star inhabiting the avatar’s form lifted the corners of its mouth with leisurely amusement.
“You recognized me immediately, as expected.”
Kalian was about to retort that with such obvious tells, there was no way not to recognize it, but suddenly wondered if that observation applied to himself as well.
‘Is that why Owen sometimes looked at me with such disdain?’
Luize leaned forward slowly, elbows resting on his knees, fingertips pressed together as he offered a greeting through the Star’s ‘will’.
【Delighted to meet you, Avatar of Lost Soul.】
The carpet and sofa, window frames and table began to tremble. A tilted vase struck the floor and shattered into countless pieces.
Crash—!
【This is our first direct meeting, isn’t it?】
The will of the Formless Messenger echoed throughout the entire space. He narrowed his eyes in a long, slitted smile.
Kalian Wynack thought for a moment that such a dripping laugh was utterly incongruous with Luize Whezel.
The Formless Messenger tilted his head with curiosity.
【How composed. I thought you’d come at me the moment you saw me.】
“I could say the same. I didn’t expect you to choose such a gentlemanly approach.”
The source of that Star, borrowing Luize Whezel’s body to speak, resided in the Outer Universe. Even if I killed the avatar here, it would simply return there.
Yet reversing that logic meant the Star in the Abyss of the Outer Universe could never fully exert its true power, no matter how many times it borrowed an avatar’s body to tread upon Rahnar.
The moment it revealed the majesty of an absolute deity, the avatar’s physical form would burst apart.
So they could only play the role of observers. Both their advantages and limitations were crystal clear.
Precisely because of that, all they would gain from causing a commotion here was Rosien’s shock and nagging. The cost-benefit was terrible.
When Kalian Wynack showed no particular interest, the Formless Messenger made a show of looking around.
【But where is he? Our troublesome younger brother, your Guardian Star. The Lost Soul. The End who fled from our Abyss.】
“Who knows? He’s probably enjoying the sights of this world.”
【I’d like to see his face after all this time.】
“Find him yourself.”
A thoroughly irritating response. I knew they couldn’t find him, which was precisely why they were asking—it was as if I were rubbing salt in their wound.
The Formless Messenger exhaled its will with exasperation.
【Avatar of Lost Soul, we harbor no great grievance against you. Simply summon that one here. If we can collect him without incident, we shall return this child as intact as possible.】
“How unfortunate. Your personal visit to this small planet becomes meaningless.”
Kalian Wynack flicked his fingers, gesturing toward Luize’s body.
“Besides, I have little interest in Luize. Take him if you wish—steam him, do whatever you like with him.”
Kalian Wynack did not trust the Stars. Since their will was the very law of the cosmos and the principle of nature itself, any attempt to discern truth from falsehood was meaningless.
Even the Covenant itself, a pact with the Stars, placed them in absolute dominance, so what value could a mere verbal promise hold? They were the sort to do whatever pleased them.
That was why Kalian Wynack had no desire to engage with this Star before him.
【Would Rosien Wynyak not grieve if this body were to perish or be wounded?】
Not until the Formless Messenger spoke her name.
A flicker of emotion crossed Kalian Wynack’s otherwise dry eyes.
The Formless Messenger sneered through Luize Whezel’s lips.
【Yet you’ll still claim it’s none of your concern, won’t you?】
“But I’d like to ask you something. What do you think makes me different from the other Transcendents in Rahnar?”
Kalian Wynack set down his long-cold teacup.
If there was mockery to be made, it was something I excelled at. A gentle smile bloomed across Kalian Wynack’s face.
“You see, I am not human. I was once human, and perhaps some fragment of my core remains human still, but in a physiological sense, it’s difficult to call me human anymore.”
The body I possessed during my human years perished on the day I was reborn, having formed a Covenant with the Lost Soul.
That day, what he forged with the Avatar of Lost Soul was no mere incarnation contract linking star and human.
It was a fusion contract.
That was why Kalian could converse with the Avatar of Lost Soul—the Dark Castle itself—without any constraints, wield its power, and summon or dismiss it at will.
His true form transcended the fragile vessel of human flesh entirely.
With an elegant motion, Kalian hooked his foot onto the table before the sofa and kicked it away.
Crash—!
The table hurtled through the air at tremendous speed, embedding itself mere inches from Luize’s face.
The Formless Messenger inhabiting that body furrowed its brow. Those crimson eyes, now blazing with divine radiance, bore down from point-blank range.
Kalian pressed his foot against Luize’s shoulder blade, pinning him against the sofa’s backrest, and leaned down over him.
“So I am the Broken Chaos, and the Broken Chaos is me. In other words, I am far more….”
“…!”
“…overwhelming than you, trapped in a human body.”
Kalian’s lips curved into a gentle smile, stretching across his face. It was a smile befitting the heavens themselves.
【The End devours stars, does it not?】
A will that only an absolute god could emanate struck the space like a thunderclap.
The crimson radiance pouring from Kalian’s eyes deepened with each passing moment. In an instant, the darkness-shrouded space contained only a single pair of blazing flames.
【So stop dragging the innocent Rosy into this. Disappear at once. Go tell the Judge of Darkness and Chaos that no matter how hard they try to capture me, it will be futile. Let that incompetent judge return to the Abyss and sleep.】
Beneath his foot, Luize’s shoulder emitted a sickening crunch.
The Formless Messenger’s fury, struck directly in its pride, shook the very space around them.
【How dare you—you’re nothing but a mere messenger. You’re not even worth the dust of a star…!】
【If you don’t like it, then disappear into the Abyss.】
With a sharp crack, a palm tree stretching outside the window split cleanly in two.
Dark clouds gathered overhead, the world darkened in an instant, and torrential rain poured down.
It was the moment Kalian’s hand was about to reach for Luize.
“Hey, what the—!”
A sharp cry erupted from below the window.
“Why is it raining all of a sudden like this?!”
【….】
Kalian, about to seize Luize’s throat, froze. He glanced sideways toward the window.
At that single glance, the rain stopped abruptly.
“Huh? What? Why did it suddenly clear up…? Are you making fun of me? Huh?!”
Rosien’s indignant voice carried clearly from below, drenched from the sudden downpour under the clear sky.
Only after her voice faded as she muttered an incantation to dry herself did Kalian finally look away from the window.
“…Tsk.”
His mood had soured. He clicked his tongue in frustration.
‘I was just about to enjoy something stimulating for once.’

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