Touch My Brother and You Die - Chapter 171

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“You little troublemaker. You’re involved now too. You understand that, don’t you?”
“…Y-yes.”
I answered in a voice barely holding back tears. Just solving my own regression problem would require ten times the effort I could muster, and now I had to get tangled up in the affairs of a woman who’d nearly destroyed civilization three times over?
Misfortune. My entire life was woven from misfortune—a veritable tapestry of bad luck.
“And in my judgment, what we need to do immediately is.”
What else could there possibly be? I’d had enough for one day and wanted to go home and rest. I wanted to hold Glen’s hand, sip coffee together, and laugh without a care in the world. It had been far too long since I’d seen my husband.
“A truth game.”
Serena, who thought alone, concluded alone, and orchestrated everything by herself, sent me floating upward on a gust of wind before telling me to gather at Sage’s Residence after dinner.
Of course, Asterion’s mandatory participation was included.

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Right—before people put their heads together for serious discussion, they need to fill their bellies first. I admired Serena’s wisdom and had dinner with Glen, chatting leisurely during the evening hours.
We discussed how the Duke had somehow found amusement in his role as an Egyptian centurion, and pondered why Leon was still laboring, eating hastily like a slave at a construction site.
After exchanging various thoughts, we concluded that all we could do was watch and wait. It seemed the Duke had accumulated considerable frustration over time, so perhaps offering Leon as a sacrifice to appease him was our best course of action.
Glen and I reached an agreement that once Leon was freed from his labor, we’d treat him well. After work, we held hands prettily and returned to our room. On the way back, I caught sight of Asterion looking disheveled and unsteady.
“Leon! You look absolutely wretched!”
“Sister, siiiiister!”
The boy charged at me with his whole body, burying his face in my chest and sobbing uncontrollably. The little one had accumulated quite a bit of grievance. He lamented how Janet Edanelli had picked a fight with him for no fault of his own, destroying the entire house, how he could barely eat and spent his days hauling stones—and since I bore some guilt in the matter myself, I couldn’t bring myself to push the child away.
“But what brings you here? I was actually meaning to see you anyway.”
“I’ve decided to use the room Janet was using.”
“….”
Who decided that?
I was deeply flustered, but the servants of the Annex Building under Leon’s command had already begun moving furniture and filling Janet’s room with Leon’s belongings. This boy certainly didn’t miss his opportunities. The moment Janet was dragged off to her own home, he’d moved to claim her room. My younger brother, yet such a fearsome child.
“Miss Rosalite. May I say something?”
“Glen, why would you ask my permission? Speak freely if you have something to say.”
“I’m displeased that Leon will be staying in the room next to ours.”
Wow, the prince was being quite forceful. As for me, I didn’t think much of it—my younger brother would simply be living in the adjacent room. But from my husband’s perspective, it could certainly feel awkward. In-laws are inconvenient no matter what, after all. This was Leon’s oversight in judgment.
“Leon, I think Glen’s opinion is the right one here.”
“As you know, Sister, I’m not from Rocksburg. Since the Annex Building has collapsed, I need somewhere to stay. Remaining in the guest room would look strange.”
Hmm…. That’s true. Your point is valid. Besides, aside from the room next to mine, there’s only space near Father’s chambers. And since the Duke finds Leon inconvenient, that’s not an option either.
Oh dear, this is quite the dilemma. It’s difficult to accommodate both sides’ opinions, and I’ll have to take one person’s side. But I needed to give an answer here. To escape this difficult situation immediately, desperate evasion was the Rocksburg way.
“Well then, I’ll have a private word with Leon. Glen, you should rest first.”
“Wait! Miss Rosalite!”
He was being unusually persistent today. Just as he was about to let me take Leon away, he gripped my hand firmly. For a moment strength flooded into his grip, then the man startled and quickly released my hand.
“My apologies. Did it hurt? I got ahead of myself.”
“It’s fine. And you should rest. I told you that earlier.”
Why wouldn’t the clever Glen listen even after I’d said it twice? Was this one of those moments where staying by Glen’s side took priority over my own business? But I had an important schedule ahead—I needed to take Leon and attend the truth game that Serena was hosting.
Oh, Jack Brown, god of family harmony and domestic bliss. Please grant me wisdom and courage.
“?”
Should I explain the situation to Glen first? But then I thought, wouldn’t it be better to just say a quick word and leave since it wouldn’t take long? Just as I reached that conclusion, my body suddenly lifted into the air. Leon had scooped me up and was preparing to dash off.
“Puhahahaha! You bean sprout, you’ll spend your whole life waiting and turn into a wild raspberry bush!”
“Hey, you brat! Don’t tease your brother-in-law like that!”
This little Leon sure had a refined way of putting people down. A wild raspberry bush—wasn’t that from one of the old legends still told in parts of the Cerepia Federation? A husband who stood waiting for his wife to return, only to die in place. A wild raspberry bush grew from his grave. Something like that, if I remembered correctly.
If you didn’t know this legend, you wouldn’t even realize you were being insulted. My own husband, Glen Hofen Rocksburg, was standing there blankly, not understanding a word. Poor dear. Growing up in that hellish marquis household during his childhood meant he never received a proper education.
“By the way, Sister, where should I go now?”
Oh, our Leon. Ever since his memories were restored, he’d become five times better at reading my thoughts. I was so grateful that he’d noticed what I was thinking that I planted several kisses on the top of his head and gripped his shoulders tightly.
“Let’s go to Sage’s Residence. By the way, you changed your shampoo.”
“Yes! I confiscated everything Janet was using! She was using some ridiculously expensive Edanelli shampoo! Would you like me to decant some for you too?”
“That works for me. This scent is really nice.”
The fragrance was so good that I grabbed Asterion’s hair and sniffed it repeatedly, and the little one made a gross sound, but I chose to ignore it. I heard nothing. Because I was too busy being held by Leon to pay attention to what the kid was saying.

We exited through the back door of the Main Building and headed toward Sage’s Residence, but a pillar of light was still rising from the Annex Building. Explaining this would be quite the hassle. Above all, I expected Will Brown to come looking first and demand answers about the changes in the Duke’s Mansion.
“Hmm…”
My prediction was wrong. It was Peter who came looking first and started demanding answers. Peter was bothered by the pillar of light, hopped over the Rabbit Enclosure, followed me around, and pestered me for explanations. I kept saying I’d explain later through Jack, but this beast wouldn’t accept it.
Peter, who had followed me all the way to Sage’s Residence, stuck his face through the window even after I’d gone inside, trying to get a word in.
“Fine, why don’t you participate in the truth game too. Though you won’t have speaking rights.”
“Squeak! Squeak! Squeeeeak!”
“Look, I don’t understand beast language.”
Upon arriving at the Reception Room on the first floor of Sage’s Magic Research Lab, I climbed down from Leon and brushed out my skirt. Serena and Sage were there as expected for the truth game, but there was one person I hadn’t expected to see here.
“Young Mistress. I believe you owe us a full explanation today. I’m making this suggestion as the Mansion’s security chief.”
Ugh… Will was here too? Well, thinking about it, Will probably knew a lot of things I didn’t, so there was no harm in it. If I just made it clear this was classified information, Will wouldn’t breathe a word of what happened here to my Father.
“Whoa, whoa! Amazing! Will Brown in uniform! Totally rare! What is that?! Did Karl and Quill design it?! Quill is the best! Karl is the best! Dark Lord! Darkness Emperor! Show me your secret technique! Please show me!”
Why was Leon making such a fuss? Were you into Will now? But if that were the case, the way he was acting smelled similar to when I’d waved a glow stick watching Marius. And what was Will doing, subtly showing off his secret technique when asked, striking a pose like that?
Fan service? Is it fan service? If you’re going to strike a pose anyway, could you at least do it confidently? You’re embarrassing me with all that bashfulness.
“Oh, the Doctor’s here! Move aside, it’s dangerous. The flame’s hot. Serena! The kids are here!”
“I cleared the table already! We’re going to have a lot of food now!”
“Ah, you should’ve prepared that stuff beforehand! You there, the dark one! Could you help tidy up?”
“Ah… yes.”
What was this scene? Will and Leon worked together to quickly clear the table, and like obedient grandchildren, they brought forks and knives from the kitchen and laid them out. In the center of the table sat a roasted turkey that Papa had brought, and Serena came out wearing a rustic grandmother’s apron, carrying a huge salad and dividing it onto appetizer plates.
Thanksgiving? I’d seen this kind of scene in Thanksgiving illustrations before.
“Why are you standing there gawking, Doctor? Sit down quickly. At the Magic Tower, 11 PM is snack time.”
Ah, now I understood. This was like when the Tower Master occasionally ordered chicken and beer for everyone? Everyone needed to eat well to write papers and conduct research, and since everyone refused to maintain their sanity anyway, they’d periodically have chicken and beer time.
During my time at the True Magic Tower, the food had been upgraded to wellness standards, so instead of chicken, it was turkey with salad. Personally, I would’ve been more nostalgic for crispy fried chicken than roasted turkey, reminiscing about my time at the Magic Tower, but this wasn’t bad either.
I quickly seated Leon and Will. As I held my fork and knife, waiting for Serena to carve the turkey, Sage brought over an ice-cold beer and poured it into my glass.
Ahhhhh, this is why ice mages exist. Drinking this refreshingly cold beer that made the back of my head tingle, regression and all that nonsense stopped mattering. Above all, this malty, cheap-beer-tasting beer was the best. Cheap beer is the best!
“Then, in commemoration of the first Rocksburg Truth Game!”
“Cheers!”
“Cheers!”
Serena must have felt quite a lot observing Rohil’s ceremonial king. She’s already naming what we’re about to begin. I raised my glass with practiced ease, shouting the toast, and downed my beer in one gulp. Serena, Papa, and I all emptied our mugs with satisfaction, shook the glasses over our heads, and immediately called out for another round.

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