Touch My Brother and You Die - Chapter 180

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I wept. Every single day, I wept. I had been abandoned.
No. Angel was merely busy for a time. Yet how could he leave me for years without a word? Surely he had abandoned me after all.
No. What if something terrible had happened outside? Perhaps he needed my help.
No. That couldn’t be. My Angel never yielded to any other being. He was that strong. Had I truly been abandoned? Had he forgotten me? Did he despise me?
No. We had confirmed our love for each other, exchanged tokens of our bond, and weren’t we happy these past years? What was it then? What had gone wrong? What had I done incorrectly? Was it my fault that Angel left me?
No. From the moment I first recognized Angel until now, I have lived a life devoted to him. Not a single day has passed where I didn’t love him. If that’s the case, then was it Angel’s fault?
No. Angel doesn’t make mistakes. He is not flawed in any way. The only thing that is wicked is everything except Angel and me.
Yes. The world is wicked.
Having finally reached this conclusion, I decided to do something I felt sorry about toward Angel—just for a moment, just for a brief time. I would remove the shackles Angel had given me and venture out to check on him.
And while I was at it, I made the prison guards who had persecuted me in Angel’s absence fight the mages of the Magic Tower, and they all died. The Prison where I had been held was surely reduced to rubble.
I am certainly a great mage, but I cannot harm others through my own direct power. Beyond memory manipulation, all I can do is… muster the strength to lift a fork and knife? But I am a great mage, so it’s fine. Perhaps I’m the only mage in the world. What kind of mage simply manipulates fire and water to attack? That’s just a psychic ability.
Magic was originally a mystical discipline. If a layperson could observe a magic user and predict what influence they would exert and how much power they could wield, then it would no longer be mysterious. By the same logic, my abilities cannot be detected when used on humans, so they can truly be called genuine magic.
In any case, years ago, my Angel said he would participate in the Beauty Contest of Rocksburg Territory and find us a house to live in together. Then if I went to Rocksburg, I could learn of Angel’s whereabouts. I arrived in Rocksburg Territory and used some violence and magic to discover where Angel was.
After leaving me, Angel had been appointed as a First-Class Administrator of Rocksburg, the Duchess of Rocksburg, an Honorary Countess of Aleine, and had become a mother to a child.
“…?”
What in the world was this?
How could the Angel who had promised me a lifetime together be committing bigamy? And the other party was… a man who seemed to have raised his daughter alone for years after losing his wife, exuding a melancholic charm mixed with a certain sensuality, a dark-circled, gloomy man with an air of desolation.
He possessed a beauty that might appeal to certain individuals with peculiar tastes, but had Angel’s preferences really become so niche? He kept saying I was ugly and unpleasant to look at. Angel’s aesthetic sense had taken quite the… unconventional direction.
The two of them appeared to be building a happy household on the surface, but I made no hasty judgments. I simply observed for now. Angel must have had his reasons. After all, we couldn’t have children together, so perhaps he was seducing this man to bear a child and then return to me in haste.
Thinking of it that way, the child even seemed quite adorable. Could it be our child, Angel’s and mine? Angel truly thinks deeply. I hadn’t even planned for a second generation. If we raised that child, he would surely become the strongest human—vigorous and skilled in magic. Perhaps with the child leading the way, we could even defeat Serena.
When the child grew up to become a hero and eliminated Serena, the scourge of humanity, returning in glory, I would wait with Angel at our ancestral home, lavishing praise upon him for his excellent fighting and bravery, and then send him off to independence. In the meantime, I would live with Angel, quarreling quite a bit.
Wasn’t that a truly ideal life plan? I marveled at Angel’s thoughtfulness and observed him returning to the Mansion. Using my specialty of mental manipulation, I sometimes disguised myself as a servant, and sometimes as a pet of the Brown Estate, watching over everyone.
And I discovered two things. First, that the man who seemed to have a core fanbase with Angel genuinely adored each other. Second, that some small brat living in the Brown Estate kept judging my disguised form as something alien and tried to eat me.
Whether driven by gluttony or developed instinct… in any case, because of that crazy brat, I gave up on animal disguises. In my guise as a maid, I kidnapped a widower-looking man named Eddie or something. It was an impulsive act committed when Angel heard the Prison had collapsed and left the Mansion.
After kidnapping him, I intended to take revenge on Angel by… attempting that…
It was biologically impossible. How could I do that with him? Besides, the man panicked and kept calling out only for Maria, so if I tried anything, he’d have a seizure and foam at the mouth. My magic loses its potency when used on the spot without proper procedure or contract.
But Angel had acquired a new name—Maria. Maria, Maria…
It suited him perfectly.
Wasn’t the name Maria created precisely to cling to my Angel?
“Maria, Maria!”
It rolls off the tongue so smoothly. The sound is beautiful. When I called the name, Maria’s lovely form naturally came to mind. Our last Prison together was surely the Maria Prison. Did Maria realize that? Everything he does is so endearing.
Though I removed the shackles that were the token of my promise with Maria, I did well to keep the straitjacket on. We truly love each other. Our life has been long, and during it, this man merely interfered for a moment.
The emotions Maria currently harbors are surely like a fleeting fever. When it becomes clear that this widower-like man, shining with a beauty born of misfortune, on the verge of death from overwork, committed adultery with me, that fever would surely break.
Because actual adultery was impossible—biologically, physically, and emotionally…
I obediently returned the person named Eddie whom I had kidnapped and searched for a child to pass off as my own. Fortunately, Eddie’s Cousin had seen his grandson, and since they looked quite similar, I decided to take the child, and in that process, the child’s biological parents died.
The child’s grandfather—that is, Eddie’s Cousin, a man called Count Crowley, wept so pathetically, saying I should kill him too, that it was utterly repulsive.
As that ugly old man wept hideously and clung pathetically, I had no choice but to manipulate his memories. If this entire family died, it would be easy to discover where the child came from, but if this old man survived and went around saying there was never such a grandson from the start, it would be difficult to trace his whereabouts.
The plan was flawless. I was elated at the prospect of leaving the child at the Rocksburg Mansion and departing. But children—are they always like this? Throughout the entire journey, the child wailed incessantly, whined, defecated, and caused absolute chaos. Even when I struck her and starved her, the crying never ceased, making childcare extraordinarily taxing.
At this rate, the child might have died before we even reached Rocksburg.
As a last resort, I decided to link the child’s thoughts with my own. Hehehehe, foolish Serena. She must have thought I could only manipulate the memories of living creatures and objects. But if the other party consents, it’s entirely possible to connect memory to memory.
In exchange, this child would live a life plagued by accidents, drowning in misfortune, or suffering from severe emotional instability—destined for an early death or a sudden end through calamity. But since the misfortune wouldn’t befall me, what did it matter?
After that, I could care for the child with ease. When her thoughts craved food, I fed her. When she needed to defecate, I changed her diaper. Raising a child who had sacrificed all the fortune of her life as an offering was absolutely blissful.
Between feeding, sleeping, and bathing her, something akin to affection began to take root. By the time we arrived at Rocksburg, I had even given the child a name.
When I was practicing magic, I could see it through contact with otherworldly beings—a small, blue star. I gave the child the name of that star, Asterion, which I had yearned for and named myself.
When you grow up, you must become a splendid champion of democracy. Against tyrants like Serena, only a blade answers.
After playing the role of mother for just one week, I wondered if maternal instinct had suddenly blossomed—my feet grew heavy as I left Asterion behind. But watching Eddie and Maria go absolutely mad with despair made my steps grow light again. From that point on, everything unfolded exactly as I had planned.
Once Maria realized I could harm Eddie whenever and wherever I wished, she pursued me. She even followed me while carrying a child named Rosalite on her back. Maria was adorable, really. The way she followed me while carrying Rosalite, insisting the child was still too young to leave her mother’s embrace, was truly admirable.
The child on her back was so fragile that she would lose consciousness from Maria’s rough movements, and there were times when Maria would drop her during aerial combat, forcing me to barely catch her in time.
That Rosalite should know I’ve saved her life countless times. Without me, she would have died many times over.
She nearly died from Maria’s mistakes, lost consciousness from intense training and hovered at death’s door. If I hadn’t raised Asterion for that one week, if I lacked that maternal experience… Rosalite surely would have perished in Maria’s hands.
Sharing both the bitterness and sweetness of childcare, we lived long and happily together. Chasing and being chased, narrowly escaping death, nearly being torn apart—I played merrily with Maria and became a kind aunt to Rosalite.
The child was precociously mature and intelligent, and though I begged her to call me mother, she stubbornly insisted on calling me Aunt Celin, which was deeply unsatisfying. Yet despite this, we were happy.
Then one day, Rosalite fell gravely ill with a fever. Judging by the way mana surged within her, the child appeared to have magical aptitude, but without a compatible affinity, her mana was running rampant. Normally, a healthy person would convert this into aura, but Rosalite was still too young to handle it. While converting to Dark Mage would solve it directly, Maria was growling at me to stay away, making it impossible to perform the ritual.
As Rosalite suffered for a month, under my persuasion, Maria agreed to leave Rosalite at the Rocksburg Mansion and depart.

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