I Will Protect My Brother - Chapter 97

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Chapter 97
An unfamiliar scent ignited my heightened senses, setting them ablaze.
I thrashed against him, pushing Luize away.
“Get away… go…!”
Then, from somewhere outside, came the sharp crack of something shattering. It sounded like it came from the window.
Instinctively, I tried to turn my head, but Luize blocked me. His hand pressed against the back of my head with mounting force.
“No, we can’t. If you imprint that, you won’t be able to use it.”
“Don’t let him see. Block the window, Manyeon.”
“But it’s really hot. What if it explodes from inside? If that happens, that thing outside won’t stay still.”
“Then we… clash here instead.”
From some point onward, human voices ceased to reach me.
【If it comes to that, this planet will perish as well.】
【Ah, surely not. Is this the future The Prophetic Pupil foresaw?】
【First, push the Lost Soul out of this space. We’ll seal it.】
The will of the Stars battered Seongyeol’s body like a relentless mallet.
‘No, this can’t happen. I can’t lose consciousness…’
The fragile human spirit could never withstand the tempest that swept across my entire being.
In the end, I surrendered to unconsciousness in the arms of someone whose name I did not know.
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Just before Rosien lost consciousness, Kalian lay sprawled across the study’s sofa like a predator savoring its kill.
‘Rosy is lasting longer than I expected.’
Such idle thoughts occupied his mind.
‘She’s sweating profusely. It must be quite hot.’
Through a tendril of Lost Soul’s shadow extending like a tentacle, Kalian was observing the situation in the Third Floor Corridor.
Then he witnessed Luize embracing Rosien from behind. The sofa’s frame was torn from Kalian’s grip without mercy.
“That bastard… I’ve never liked him…”
Of course, it was The Formless Messenger who now inhabited Luize Whezel’s body, but the condition Luize had imposed on him gnawed at Kalian’s nerves.
What was it again? That he had harbored feelings for Rosien Wynyak all along?
It was so absurd he couldn’t even muster a bitter laugh.
He was simply furious—his hands trembled slightly, curses spilled from his lips, and he constantly wanted to smash something to pieces.
And The Omniscient Word Sorcerer was no different in kindling his rage.
Manyeon occupied a body that had once belonged to Alpien Kirges, who had harbored unrequited feelings for Rosien Wynyak—and the resemblance was quite striking.
“What does Rosy see in those things that makes her cling to them?”
Every time The Formless Messenger subtly pressed his body against her, Kalian’s insides churned with fury. As a result, the study on the first floor now contained scarcely any intact furniture.
Yet Kalian exercised the virtue of patience and endured.
Once he had accepted all the Stars’ true nature, Rosien would ultimately return to him.
“I’m sorry, Kalian. I don’t want to have you in the same space as them if I can help it. But I’ll come to you at night. Every night.”
“…”
“I don’t want to disappear as cosmic dust among the Stars. You’ll stay quiet, won’t you? Promise me you won’t act out.”
She would soothe him calmly, and whenever he still showed signs of displeasure, she would quickly kiss him.
At such moments, she would accept my deeper probing without pushing back, allowing me to delve further than usual.
‘Truth be told, I remained still partly because I enjoyed it.’
Had I not promised to refrain from acting, I would have long since made my move.
Though I found myself separated during daylight hours, I was hardly bored—I witnessed every gesture and movement Rosien made through the shadows.
I was told to stay put, not to refrain from watching.
The Stars whispering to her was quite the spectacle.
Fortunately, Rosien showed no particular interest in their words.
Of course, when the Creator of Beginning and End broached the subject of the resurrection crystal, my entire body bristled.
“Aren’t you curious? Who extracted your heart and replaced it with a crystal?”
“I guarantee, Rosien, once you see that scene, all affection you hold for that Avatar of Lost Soul will vanish?”
In that moment, I nearly trampled through the shadows and descended upon the reception room.
‘Rosy cannot see that.’
I could scarcely recall the details now, but I doubted my words had been particularly kind.
It was hardly a pleasant sight to witness.
Kalien still harbored many secrets undisclosed to her. Given his unsettling origins, it was unavoidable.
“I’ll hear it directly from him.”
How endearing those words were. They were direct proof that Rosien stood with me, not with the Stars.
“Before this becomes harder, just accept it, Rosy….”
Kalien trailed off regretfully, then abruptly fell silent.
His hand, which had been stroking the shell of his companion tortoise, froze.
“…?”
Something was amiss with the situation on the third floor that I was observing through the shadows.
Rosien, who had been struggling to escape Luize Whezel’s embrace, collapsed limply. Like a marionette with its strings severed.
Nearly simultaneously, the shadow tendrils I had extended across the third floor snapped in half.
Then, darkness.
The picture book Kalien had been fiddling with all day tumbled awkwardly across the floor.
My breath caught sharply.
Kalien doubled over, his dry cough mixed with retching.
“Ugh…?”
Before I could acclimate to the nauseating twist in my viscera, a powerful formless force expelled me from the villa.
“…!”
Screeeech─.
A bone-chilling friction tore through my eardrums. The large window shattered with a tremendous crash, fragmenting into countless pieces.
“What is….”
Hurled from the villa in an instant, Kalien lifted his head from the center of the garden, where violent winds whipped about.
Crimson eyes ignited with an eerie flame.
“What is this.”
What is this?
“Rosy.”
Kalien’s fingers pressed against his own throat.
“…Rosy!”
He instinctively sensed the calamity befalling his Elixir.
‘Why? Yesterday, no—even this morning it wasn’t like this…!’
Until just moments ago, Rosien had appeared perfectly fine. At least on the surface!
‘Ah… Could it be that it wasn’t…?’
Kalien recalled this morning when Rosien had stumbled getting out of bed, crashing down with a thud.
Those emerald eyes that kept losing and regaining focus with each passing moment. The face growing increasingly strained as he deliberately kept her awake and she whimpered in protest.
Yet it hadn’t shown obvious enough to appear serious—all the while, something was building up inside, preparing to burst forth.
The ‘harbinger’ that typically preceded a Transcendent’s rampage had been completely omitted.
“Could it be….”
Rosien was an implosion-type.
When an implosion-type Transcendent rampaged, death came without a moment to intervene.
Kalien’s complexion drained to a deathly white.
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【Endure, Karga.】
The Broken Chaos spoke calmly to its Avatar.
【Trust me, will you? Patience always demands its price.】
“Shut up.”
Kalien shoved the Lost Soul into his shadow.
He stood upon a gnarled, bent tree—one he had just snapped at a ninety-degree angle with a kick.
Thanks to that, his eye level now aligned with the third-floor balcony.
Beyond the glass doors, Rosien lay upon the bed.
Those damned Absolute Gods had slathered the Star’s blessing so thickly that no sound escaped from the bedroom.
Only her form was faintly visible beyond the canopy.
His eyes rolled back. Kalien ground his teeth so hard they creaked.
It had been exactly one day since Rosien’s Seongyeol manifested. And last night, she had not sought him out.
In that state, she couldn’t possibly have come.
Simultaneously, the Guardian Stars’ vigilance had heightened dramatically.
They had openly wrapped their aura around the villa. The fierce resistance prevented Kalien from even setting foot inside.
To break through that, he would naturally have to resort to physical force. If he did, the island itself would be obliterated.
Rosien would naturally be obliterated along with it.
‘But does that mean I just leave her like this?’
Rosien’s mana was spreading out irregularly.
Just two days ago it had been a gentle breeze across still water, but in a single day it had transformed into a violent, surging whirlwind.
Kalien ground his teeth.
What if he seized whoever was there and branded them with an Elixir imprint? If it was Luize Whezel, damn it all.
No, in truth, the Elixir no longer mattered.
A Transcendent suffering from Seongyeol pushed to its extreme was childlike in purity yet simultaneously most instinctual and defenseless.
In a state where rational thought was impossible, easily wounded by even the slightest external attack.
Every second, every moment, my entire body felt as though it were being torn to shreds—a pain that would eventually rupture this fragile human vessel.
And when the limit was reached, it would explode. Like a star in its final moments before death.
The blood seemed to drain from every inch of my body.
‘I have to pull her out now—!’
The Broken Chaos thundered forth its will like a tempest.
【Snap out of it, Karga! That woman won’t die. You know that. Even if she does, she’ll come back to life!】
I couldn’t hear it.
Through the thin canopy, I could dimly see her thrashing form.
Kalien’s fingertips began to tremble.
‘Damn it, what am I doing….’

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