Touch My Brother and You Die - Chapter 186

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I was about to give Jack a piece of my mind, but he moved faster. The man kicked Glen’s desk, and a hidden compartment sprang open. He drew a dagger from it in one fluid motion… Wait. Glen’s desk had such a mechanism?
“She’s lost it! The Young Lady has finally snapped from stress!”
This ruffian never knew when to hold his tongue.
Jack sliced through the curtains with his dagger, rolled them into a rope, wrapped me up like a bundle, and hoisted me into the air. Then he bolted from the room like a madman.
“Duke! Glen! Young Master! William! Karl! Quill! Mother! Father! The Young Lady has lost her mind!”
Jack ran through the entire mansion bellowing that I’d gone insane, heading straight for Father’s office. The moment he arrived before Jack’s father and my father, he burst into tears.
“Waaah! Sob! Duke! Father! The Young Lady has lost her mind!”
Stop crying already—you’re making a scene. Jack arrived with me rolled up in curtains, tears streaming down his face. Father and William exchanged glances of alarm, then hastily dropped me on the floor and seated Jack on the sofa. They pressed cold water to his lips and asked what happened with such tenderness… But wait. Father. Aren’t you being a bit harsh leaving your daughter rolling around on the carpet?
Excuse me. Father. Isn’t this treatment a bit much for your own daughter?
“Sob… The Young Lady… her neck… the curtains… waaah!”
Father’s face paled at even that fragmented explanation. William seemed still confused, but Father quickly opened the emergency cabinet and yanked out the alarm bell, shaking it frantically.
“Emergency! My daughter has gone mad! All Rocksburg personnel report immediately!”
Ah. It’s been a while since I’ve seen this. When I first became Rosalite, Father had summoned everyone saying his daughter had become an idiot.
The moment Father shouted, the servants followed protocol and rang the emergency bells in succession, spreading the news throughout the Duke’s Mansion that I’d lost my mind. Everyone who claimed to be my associate hurried to Father’s office, and within moments, the atmosphere became that of a funeral parlor.
“Sister! Sister! You mustn’t go mad and abandon me, your beautiful and beloved sister! You must cherish me with a sound mind, always and forever!”
“I told you to stop making her work late nights, Edward! Young Lady! Where is the Young Lady!”
“Rosalite! Where are you!”
I’m here, Glen. Look at the floor. Stop wandering around—look down!
As I thrashed about on the floor with all my strength, Will Brown finally spotted me and lifted me onto a chair.
They all gathered remarkably fast. Glen, Leon, Lily, Violet, Brown, Will, and even Ram Bart, who’d been stuck in the printing house near Father’s office. And was that… Peter outside the window? How did that beast understand human speech and make it here?
“Where’s Aster? I thought he’d be the first to rush over.”
“That foolish child took the day off and is currently touring restaurants throughout Rocksburg Territory.”
“I see. Then let’s begin the first emergency meeting regarding Rosalite Rocksburg’s attempted suicide.”
At Father’s declaration, Asterion gasped sharply, and Glen swayed as if dizzy. Lily caught him before he could fall, thankfully… But why does Ram keep hitting everyone’s arms?
“It’s bad. Rosalite, it’s bad. Dying is wrong.”
And I’m hearing this from a former assassin?
When Ram cried, Jack, who’d barely composed himself, burst into tears again. The tears spread like contagion—Lily and Violet wept because Jack wept, Leon wept because they wept, Glen wept because Leon wept, and Brown wept because Glen wept.
At least… I’m grateful Luke isn’t here. I nearly showed my only son something he shouldn’t see.
“There is testimony regarding this matter that must be heard. Leon. Do you consent?”
Will, the calmest among those gathered, asked Leon, who nodded while sobbing. Wait. If you’re asking Leon’s consent, is that all?
“Hold on, Will Brown. You’re not asking for my consent?”
“The Young Master is hereby considered legally incompetent. Please express your opinions through your guardian.”
Why am I legally incompetent!
As I thrashed about, still bound in curtain rope, Glen and Asterion patted me soothingly and asked Will to testify. Wait—you two are my guardians? You’ve appointed yourselves as my guardians? Glen and Leon?
“Rosalite has lived through repeated cycles of time starting from age sixteen, spanning approximately sixty to seventy years. Recently, Leon recalled those memories, and we discovered that a woman named Celin, who kidnapped the Duke, was behind everything. That woman was held in the Duke’s Mansion until just now, when Serena and Sage took her away.”
You really do have a talent for selecting only the stories most likely to give Father a heart attack.
As expected, Father’s eyes widened as he gasped for breath, nearly fainting where he stood. William barely managed to steady him. Father, teetering on the edge of collapse with each labored breath, suddenly slammed his fist on the desk and cried out.
“Why didn’t you tell me something this important! All this time!”
“You never asked, sir.”
“Anna Brown! Starting now, designate Rocksburg as a land of communication and harmony, and prepare to erect a monument! In particular, the goal for key figures of the Duke’s Household this year, next year, and the year after is greater communication!”
“I’ll draft the official proclamation immediately, Edward.”
Wait, didn’t Brown retire? Why does she keep working? Since we had to process the paperwork before any communication could happen, everyone in our household became busy. Brown rolled up her sleeves and rushed off to badger the secretarial staff into creating the proclamation, while Father and William debated the form and location of the monument. And toward Glen, who stood dazed after learning this shocking truth, Leon began to jab.
“This must be quite a shock, Glen. Now would be your chance to break the engagement.”
You little brat, how could you say such a thing! If the prince decides the contract is too burdensome because I’ve grown old inside, what then? If it comes to this, I’ll have no choice but to strip him of his title and lock him in the mansion.
I startled and glanced at Glen, and the man stopped crying, opened his eyes wide, and spoke to Leon.
“What does that have to do with breaking the engagement? I will never leave Rosalite’s side.”
My goodness, really? So even if I strip the prince of his title and have him work in Excel at our house for the rest of his life, he won’t run away?
Feeling genuinely moved, I gazed at Glen with lukewarm affection, and the man seemed to read the meaning in my eyes as his face flushed crimson in an instant.
“No, well, of course it was embarrassing to say out loud… But I mean it sincerely.”
Right. Of course you must mean it. Otherwise, you’d only suffer. As I chuckled with satisfaction, Leon let out his usual curt sound, and Father suddenly cried out about communication. It seemed like he was telling me to spill everything else…
Since Will had already blown everything open, there was no helping it. The Celin incident seemed to have wrapped up anyway. If I didn’t speak, they wouldn’t let it go, so I had no choice but to explain the connection to the suicide incident.
Under Father’s pressure, I recounted the process of capturing Celin from the beginning. Only Will and Leon, Sage and Serena, and Peter had known and plotted this, and thanks to Aster and Peter, we had captured Celin smoothly…
The magic that caused regression—or as Celin put it, the regression contract—is presumed to have been nullified. However, since this was merely speculation, confirmation was necessary, and this commotion arose to verify whether the time-reversal magic had truly stopped.
This was the result of extremely cold and rational deliberation, not an impulsive attempt to end my life. As I appealed this point, everyone in the room began to look at me with pity. And they embraced me.
Was this another revised version of emergency response protocols? The people seemed to judge that my mind was unstable, so they wrapped around me in layers and shared a warm embrace.
“Sister. I apologize for speaking out of turn, but that was not rational judgment at all.”
“I understand you find me untrustworthy. But please consult with us. I beg you, just one word of discussion.”
“Even if you can’t trust me, trust Will. Will will resolve this one way or another. It’s always been that way. You know how he doesn’t care about means or methods, Young Lady.”
“First, I’ll make inquiries. Until we find a solution, I request that an ordinance be temporarily enacted to ensure the young mistress is never alone—at least one guardian or supervisor must accompany her at all times, anywhere, Duke.”
“Approved. Revise the Rocksburg Territory ordinance on a temporary basis.”
Are you planning to mobilize the entire territory to monitor me? If this happens, I won’t even be able to go to the bathroom alone, will I? Since my momentary choice had led to such terrible consequences, I pleaded to at least be allowed to use the bathroom alone, but these people obsessed with manuals and laws treated me as a person under limited guardianship and paid no heed to my opinion whatsoever.
Instead, they moved on to the next agenda, discussing effective ways to restrain me and the form of the necklace I would wear around my neck. The inscription had to read “This is a person under limited guardianship requiring a guardian’s accompaniment,” so wouldn’t a larger necklace be better? If the necklace was that large, wouldn’t I be able to remove it and escape? The debate grew quite heated. Suddenly, I remembered Jack bursting in with a fuss into the office.
“Jack Brown. Now that I think about it, didn’t you say something terrible had happened?”
“Oh, that. It was about Largol declaring war, but I’ll explain later since we’re busy now.”
“…”
Oh… So Largol declared war on Alein, then.
“…”
…Isn’t that quite a serious matter?
“Hey, Jack Brown? Largol declared war on Alein… That means they’re starting a war, right? Isn’t that important?”
“Well, it is. But the Young Lady’s situation is more important right now.”
At Jack’s words, the others nodded. And looking at me with pity, they seemed to lose their senses and shed tears, saying I didn’t even understand the priority of matters.
Excuse me, I… no matter how much I think about it, this… I don’t think we should be doing this?
“You fool! How can you tell me this now! We need to prepare to go to the Royal Palace immediately!”
This is an emergency situation. If things are like this, I need to escort Father to the palace first. The Royal Family will send people anyway because of the Emergency Royal Council, so I need to prepare in advance.
“Wait.”
Father would go, I would go, and news would need to be sent to other ducal families, so I tried to move quickly, but Father calmed me down and spread out the ordinance draft, scribbling on it.

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