Touch My Brother and You Die - Chapter 142

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#Episode 22: Rosalite at Twenty-Three

“Good grief, you scared me half to death!”
Asterion, with both arms wrapped in bandages, suddenly snapped his eyes open, and I flinched so violently my entire body shuddered.
The boy had raised only his upper body like some kind of corpse, and I was about to flee when he caught sight of me and immediately began weeping, clinging desperately to my waist.
“Waahhh! Sister! Big sister, Young Master! You’re alive! You’re really alive, aren’t you!”
The child had thrown a fit earlier, so I’d put him to sleep. Of course I’d kept the smelling salts on hand for exactly this reason.
“Leon. If you don’t calm down, I’m using this.”
“Hiccup.”
Good. He’d shut his mouth. The moment Leon released me, I cracked my knuckles with satisfying pops.
Now came the fun part—time for some flicking.
“Leon. I distinctly remember posting an official notice forbidding anyone from entering the basement, and I even put up barricades. Didn’t I?”
“Well, you see, Sister…”
“Let’s start with a few hits.”
“Hiccup.”
I flicked his forehead relentlessly until it swelled bright red, and Leon wept for an entirely different reason than before.
It hurts. Please stop nagging. My ears are ringing. After giving one final flick to the child who was twisting his entire body and covering his ears, I demanded to know what possessed him to crawl all the way down there.
The wretched boy hemmed and hawed, avoiding an answer, so when I raised my hand to flick him again, Leon hastily opened his mouth.
“It was Mother! A woman who called herself my mother told me to go down there!”
“…Your mother?”
“Yes!”
What? What on earth was he talking about? When had Leon even met his mother? When I asked first about that, the boy answered that he’d met a woman on my wedding day, and Will Brown had ordered him to keep quiet about it until now.
Unbelievable. This child had been keeping secrets from me?
“My wedding day? That was nearly two years ago. You’ve been keeping your mouth shut about this the entire time?”
“I’m sorry, but Will told me to keep it secret…”
“You listen to Will better than you listen to me!”
“Ow!”
Three more flicks, and Leon was rolling across the bed, clutching his forehead. Even if Macaon had set his bones, there should be muscle soreness remaining—yet this boy didn’t seem to feel any pain at all.
“The Duke said he’d have a fit if he found out about this!”
“Well, that’s…”
It certainly would!
If the woman who’d kidnapped me and produced Schrödinger’s Asterion showed up here again, Father would collapse from shock. Admittedly, Will’s judgment was sound. I couldn’t fault him for it.
“And there’s this other thing, though I’m not sure if it was a dream or what…”
“A dream?”
Had he dreamed something while unconscious? But the boy seemed far too serious to be talking about a simple dream, so I ordered him to spill everything. What poured out was a tale that made my skin crawl.
The boy was incoherent, rambling all over the place, but when I pieced it together… it seemed Leon had grasped The Sword and recovered the memories of all his previous episodes.
Being killed by Dylan was something that happened in the 21st cycle,
and fighting against my rampaging self was something that happened in the 20th cycle,
while my continued suicide at sixteen seemed to have occurred before the 19th cycle.
They said an error occurred when the restoration reached 20 percent—it seemed this was because I forcibly severed Leon from The Sword. Once the connection to The Sword was cut, it must have forced a shutdown.
What am I supposed to do with this brat? So such things happened after I died. That Unknown Woman apparently seduced him by saying she could resurrect me, and he readily offered his life.
Goodness gracious… what on earth am I to do with this little one?
I found myself sighing involuntarily, patted my chest a few times, and gently stroked Leon’s head. This boy had suffered so much. And now he nearly died of starvation—it was enough to bring tears to my eyes.
“Leon, listen. You need to calm down, because there’s one fact you must accept.”
“Yes?”
“That wasn’t a dream.”
The fact that I’d been committing suicide continuously since the 15th cycle was real, and I remember it too. When I told him this, Leon made a choking sound and fell backward, slamming his head against the headboard of the bed.
Since he didn’t get up, it seemed he’d lost consciousness.
“…”
Well, it seemed he still needed more rest anyway, so perhaps this was for the best. I decided to discuss things further after I returned from work and left Leon’s room.
But now that I think about it… in the cycle where I went rampaging with The Sword, I failed at suicide and remained in a coma… wasn’t that not skipping a cycle but rather the 19th cycle simply continuing?
If that’s the case, then the current cycle isn’t the 22nd—it’s actually the 21st.
Ha. If this were a novel, the chapter title would change.

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