Touch My Brother and You Die - Chapter 141

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“If word gets out, I’ll post detailed records of how and when Leon tormented Glen on the entrance hall bulletin board.”
“I saw nothing and heard nothing, so I have nothing to say.”
“Understood.”
The method of blackmailing someone was absolutely brilliant! So cool! Truly impressive!
The most impressive being in the world is undoubtedly my young master, but Will Brown might just be the second most impressive. I linked my pinky finger with Will’s and promised to keep our secret, then we parted ways.
It didn’t seem like much time had passed, but when I arrived at the wedding venue, the ceremony was already over and my sister had changed into her reception dress.
I failed to capture in my eyes the most crucial moment of this event—my sister in her pure white wedding dress. I felt wronged and devastated, tears streaming down my face.
My resentment toward that masked woman would never fade, not in a thousand years, not in ten thousand. Mother or whatever—I would kill her with my own hands. With that vow, I approached my sister with tears streaming down my face to ask for a dance.
As I approached in tears, my sister said she was displeased. Even her expression of disgust was so elegant and beautiful. She was truly one and only, incomparable.
Only one, number one, my special precious.
I snatched my sister’s hand away from that withering bean sprout and danced with joy. Watching that bean sprout burst with fury felt good, but why hasn’t that old thing died yet? Despite appearances, his lifespan seems remarkably tenacious.

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As time passed, I became capable of using aura, grew more muscular, more voluminous, more beautiful, stronger, able to kill people if I set my mind to it, gradually narrowed the distance with the animals kept in the household, became skilled at my duties, and took one more step toward becoming the perfect sibling for my sister.
I became close enough with my new nephew to play together for two hours instead of one for a hundred gold coins, and though I nearly got killed the first time I met my sister’s biological mother, this could actually be seen as a good sign if one thought about it differently.
Since she hates me enough to throw a blade the moment she sees my face, there’s nothing left but for her to like me more in the future. Her favorability has already hit rock bottom, so it can only go up from here.
In preparation for when my sister’s biological mother returns, I asked the mansion’s servants what kind of person she likes, but since no one knew much about her, I decided to focus on my usual training and cultivation.
There’s no woman in the world who dislikes a handsome, well-built man. This was accurate information because my sister and Brown said it repeatedly.
I summoned the maids every day to select ingredients for my nightly sleeping mask. Usually I focused on moisturizing with aloe or cucumber, but lately with consecutive late nights, my skin had lost its elasticity, so using gelatin from pigs seemed like a good idea too. The smell is strong, but the results are certain.
“Leon! Leon, Asterion!”
This voice—was it Olivia? The woman who ran over noisily, unlike usual, was the maid who had stayed by my side ever since my sister took me in as her sibling. Gratefully, she volunteered as my hands and feet, informed me of the mansion’s affairs, sometimes provided ingenious ideas for tormenting the bean sprout, and was an ambitious woman aiming to become the next head maid.
“The young master has returned! While on a date with Lucilucil, they were ambushed at a hotel!”
“What!”
A hotel! Did she just say hotel!
I was just thinking how satisfying it was to have dealt with that bean sprout, and now my sister went to a hotel with Lucilucil! Since my dignified and noble sister is so charming, I never get a moment’s peace.
The strenuous efforts I’d made over the years to block men approaching my sister flashed through my mind like a panorama. My sister has no flaws, yet I’d squeezed and fabricated them to slander Prince Marius. That day when I used quick thinking to prevent Marius and my sister from sharing a bed. Those days when I used my entire body to block the Crown Prince from clinging to my sister.
Beyond that, I burned love letters that flew to my sister daily, clung to that bean sprout like a vengeful spirit whenever he tried to ask my sister on a date and forced him to work overtime, blocked anyone regardless of age or gender who tried to ask my sister to dance at the Royal Palace banquet hall, and when bourgeois fools came with massive dowries hoping to be her second or third husband, I caught them and formed a temporary alliance with Jack Brown to set a good example.
Jack Brown is an eyesore, but when we’re on the same side, there’s no one more reliable. I—ugh, under the fingernails like that, to that extent… I never could have imagined.
Anyway, that’s not what’s important right now. If I’m unlucky, Lucilucil might get cocky from just one day of dating and cling to my sister. From the start, that guy kept sending my sister pen pal letters and specifically chose her for the date privilege—I had a bad feeling about it.
The Crown Prince would become insignificant once my sister inherits the dukedom, so I was relatively at ease, but if Lucilucil pushes with his power, even my sister would have trouble dealing with it.
This is where I need to make a dramatic entrance and cause a scene. Goodness, where else in the world can you find such a devoted sibling.
I’ll break off all the small branches, so my sister can peacefully inherit the dukedom and live with me until our silver hair turns white. That bean sprout doesn’t even eat nutritious soup regularly and looks frail, so he’ll probably die within ten years anyway. I can wait long enough.

With unwavering resolve, I brought Olivia to the Main Building and timed my entrance, calculating the most effective moment to disrupt the atmosphere. But the Duke’s arrival forced me to hide instead.
I’d thought perhaps the Duke would shake off Lucilucil without my interference, but then I overheard a conversation I couldn’t possibly ignore.
What? Empress? Me, instead of Sister? …Huh? I was supposed to have silver hair matching Sister’s…, excuse me?
Tears threatened to spill, my lips trembling uncontrollably, when Olivia squeezed my hand and advised me to steel myself. Yes. That’s right. I had no choice but to steel myself.
If I collapsed from my own mistakes, no one would pity me or help me. Of course, Sister would extend her hand with compassion, but I didn’t want to be indebted to her—I wanted to protect her instead!
The moment the Duke and Lucilucil went their separate ways, I bolted out and threw myself into Sister’s arms, tearfully begging her not to make me become an Empress. She promised not to send me to the Empire, and even held my hand all the way to bed, staying beside me until I fell asleep. I’d won.

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Though Sister had sung me lullabies the night before, my anxiety hadn’t faded. I was terrified of the Empress business, and meanwhile that damned Janet Edanelli had rolled into the Office during a gap in my schedule and claimed an entire desk.
I’d rather watch bean sprouts photosynthesize than witness that woman fawning around Sister. Besides, regarding the Empress matter—no matter how I thought about it, sacrificing only me would preserve household peace and appease Lucilucil, so there was no reason for the Duke to defend me.
And that made sense, because the Duke seemed to dislike me.
He’d acknowledged me as his son, but honestly, that was only because Sister had pushed for it and he’d reluctantly agreed. He’d never made eye contact while speaking to me, never sat across from me during meals, and despite loving to dance, he’d never asked me to dance—and when I’d requested it, he’d seemed quite reluctant.
In this vast Mansion, my only allies were Sister, Violet, and Lily. Olivia looked after me, but…her support was more of an investment in her own ambitions.
I felt nothing but gratitude toward Violet and Lily. From the days when I was merely a servant cleaning the Mansion, until now when my position had changed, they remained my sewing mentor and steadfast friend without hesitation.
Lily…threw me so high in the Entrance Hall during childhood that I touched the ceiling, giving me something like a trauma…, but she’s still a good friend. She even covered for me when I got annoyed with the bean sprouts and threw knives and forks at the wall. Even now, whenever our schedules align, we meet and train together.
Actually, I’d become close to these two thanks to Becky, but when I became Sister’s sibling, she suddenly quit and left the Mansion. Without even saying goodbye or mentioning where she was going, she simply disappeared—so honestly, I felt disappointed.
I wonder where she is now and what she’s doing. She had a somewhat gloomy and harsh side, but since I’d known her since childhood, I sometimes missed her.
Regardless, I had to desperately avoid becoming Empress and drive Janet Edanelli out of the Duke’s Household as quickly as possible.
First, planning to lightly torment Janet, I installed a certain device on her office chair and trudged back to the Annex Building, when suddenly the barricade in front of the Basement caught my eye. I’d heard there was a strange sword that Sage was investigating there.
“….”
Wait. Didn’t that strange woman from long ago also mention something about a sword being there? She said it would appear after I turned twenty-one…, and it seemed they’d started investigating around that time too.
“…?”
Could it be that what the masked woman—my enemy—said was actually true?
I vaulted over the barricade and recalled what that woman had said. What was it she’d said back then? Find the sword if a problem arises? No, I think she told me to die? Why would I die when I have Sister? Am I insane? Speaking of Sister reminds me—was it that she said to go if it’s for Sister’s sake? I’m not entirely sure anymore.
The current problem wasn’t something I could resolve on my own. Sister didn’t seem to think deeply about it, but the first in line for succession wouldn’t casually mention the word “Empress.” Moreover, he hadn’t said anything about welcoming Sister as Empress or asking her to marry him. He’d simply asked if she was interested in taking a job as Empress.
In other words, he’d suggested a job transfer because Sister seemed capable of handling both internal and external Imperial Palace matters well. As long as the work gets done, there’s no problem taking me instead of her. According to the Duke, I’d manage the concubines better than Sister anyway, and above all, I’m the remarkably beautiful Asterion.
This must be true since Sister said it. Sister always said I’m the most beautiful person in the world. And she said Theodore is the most handsome, and Prince Marius has the best body. In that regard, I could only envy Prince Marius.
Sister also said this: the face is the preliminaries, the body is the main event. Among those, the chest is most important, followed by the buttocks, and if possible, a firm waist and thighs are also desirable.
Following her advice, I train diligently, but there seems to be a natural limit—my body shows no signs of becoming as solid as Prince Marius’s. How exactly does one eat and exercise to achieve such a beautiful balance of muscle and fat?
I kneaded my chest and buttocks regretfully while grasping the Basement door handle. The door was locked. So I let out an “Oomph!” and broke the handle with force, entering inside.
I’d have Olivia fix the broken lock later and blame it on someone I dislike anyway. Olivia would excitedly pull out her grudge notebook again. That woman had disposed of countless servants and maids this way.
The Basement was no different from any other basement in the Duke’s Household. Dark, humid, smelling of mold. The peculiar thing was a sword resembling a charred tree stump planted in the center of the room, with a chain wrapped around it.
There were also copper wires and a strange box that Sage had apparently wound up tightly, but they didn’t seem particularly important, so I hopped over the equipment and grasped the sword.
“Huh?”
Suddenly my heart pounded heavily, and my consciousness grew hazy.

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