Touch My Brother and You Die - Chapter 213

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#Side Story: A Glimmering Little Star

I admit I raised the child poorly. I understand that I must clean up the mess my offspring creates. What Celin was doing couldn’t be described merely as rebellion—she had crossed the line entirely. Because of this, I had steeled myself in various ways… or so I thought.
“Ahhhhhhh! Young Lady! Young Laaaaady! I’m going to kill Jack Brown! Young Lady! Young Laaaaady!”
“Rosie! Rosie, Rosie! Where are you, Rosie! Do, do, do, do you want to play hide-and-seek with mommy? Hahaha, that’s it, right? That must be it? Rosie, Rosie, where, where, where, where, where are you hiding! Under the rocks? Oh! Under the dewy grass leaves?!”
I never imagined I’d end up responsible for these mad women.
I locked the small ice sphere that was firing off Orbs into a confined space and bound our house dog’s feet with wind. Then I kicked the small Sage.
“Hey, brat! Can’t you stop those two! You knew that wretched Rocksburg child was leaving!”
“Doc… Doctor… our Doctor, I wonder if he’s eating properly while restrained…”
This won’t do—this one’s lost their mind too. Now the only thing I can rely on is the manual that Sage brought back. Even if that wretched Rocksburg child is clever, whether this method would actually work was uncertain. No matter how I thought about it, it seemed like it was just prepared to tease the Fourth Prince brat.
“Really, will Aster and that woman actually calm down with this?”
Finally, it came out!
In the emergency manual that Rosalite Rocksburg had given me, it was written that if Aster and Maria developed separation anxiety due to Rosalite’s absence, I should dress Nerva in a silver-haired wig and the prepared dress.
The dress that the Fourth Prince had received beforehand was one that Rosalite usually wore, so it was thoroughly soaked with her scent, and the silver long-haired wig was supposed to soothe their minds and bodies…
“Young Lady! It’s the Young Lady! Young Lady! Young Lady’s scent!”
“Rosie! Where is Rosie! Rosie?! Are you there, Rosie?!”
These mad creatures sniffed like crazed dogs. Just to be sure, I released the magic, and the two women threw themselves at the Fourth Prince brat, burying their faces in him like madwomen.
“Young Lady, where did you go, Young Lady.”
“Rosie, don’t go anywhere, don’t go alone, you must always stay with mommy.”
I’m going insane—are these creatures actually mad?
Their eyes were completely rolled back as they clung tightly to the Fourth Prince and sniffed frantically. That Nerva fellow was also quite strange—one would think he’d be repulsed by such mad creatures clinging to him, but he was absolutely delighted.
“Ah, Miss Aster, do you like me in this form so much?”
“Yes, Young Lady, don’t go anywhere. That Jack fellow is untrustworthy, a real bastard. My side is the safest. Don’t leave. I’ll die without you, Young Lady.”
“Hehe, ehehehe, is that so?”
Mad creatures.
Still, at least they’ve calmed down. Somehow the brat’s words are more composed than any human’s.
Whinny.
Yes, yes. Don’t fuss. Once I finish my business, you’ll see your master soon enough.
“So… Eli? Elizabeth, was it?”
Neigh!
“Right. Seems like that’s correct. Let me borrow your back for a moment.”
Does this creature actually understand human speech? She’s quite well-behaved.
I borrowed Rosalite’s mare and led the people forward. That Rosalite—no matter how logical it was, how could she leave without a word? Of course, if I’d known beforehand… I probably would have tried to stop her.
“Goodness…”
Whether it’s the Largol Imperial Palace or the Joraab Temple, how could she fearlessly sneak into such places? Those regions still practice human sacrifice when circumstances allow.
It’s a practice that disappeared in Aleine after the Bronze Age, but in Largol, human sacrifice actually does increase divine power, so the evil custom of human offerings still persists.
I was foolish to try and fix Celin no matter what. It’s all my fault.
Celin was my distant descendant’s child, but in the end, she was also my daughter. Back when our homeland island still floated pristinely on the sea and magitech flourished. That descendant of mine tore out my hair by the roots and conducted human cloning experiments, performing artificial insemination and implanting a child in her own womb.
Human cloning raised too many ethical concerns, so I had that descendant executed, but the child who was already born was innocent, so I decided to raise her myself. Because of that damned descendant, I got a bald patch and still can’t part my hair on the left side.
Anyway, Celin grew up thinking of me as her great-great-grandmother or so, and she was extraordinarily gifted from childhood. She graduated from the Homeland Island University at ten, ran for election at fifteen, and completely restructured the parliamentary system by twenty.
That’s when I made a decision. If that child is willing to inherit my legacy, then I can finally rest.
No matter how much power and mental fortitude I possessed beyond human limits, after living more than five hundred years and witnessing every conceivable disaster, exhaustion was inevitable.
I had to watch humanity nearly destroy itself entirely. I never wanted to experience again what I saw when two mages of a higher realm than myself fought each other and the world turned to ash.
After that catastrophe, I gathered the surviving mages and confined them to an island far from the two largest continents at the center, and with my colleague’s help, I erected a barrier so that those without permission to leave could never escape that place.
Humans possessed the tenacity of cockroaches, so there were survivors even in that chaos, and fortunately, civilization could bloom again. Though it was a restart from the Stone Age, they achieved rapid development with occasional assistance from people dispatched from the Homeland Island.
When the five tribes of Aleine united, they were still fighting with bronze weapons and obsidian, but when I visited recently, chariots were running on the ground. It was quite an odd feeling.
Even within the palm-sized Homeland Island, terrible things happened due to excessive development, so there was no way humanity could handle the same situation unfolding across vast continents.
So we needed to adjust the balance between nations. We needed to prevent humanity’s excessive development. A world without a regulator would only be destroyed by powerful fools. The same would apply to humanity’s collective will. They wouldn’t want to return to the Stone Age again, would they?
I hoped Celin would understand this. Since she was my own flesh and blood, I believed that with time and persuasion, she would inherit my position.
But she didn’t. That thundering brat constantly rebelled against me, consumed strange drugs, rolled her eyes back, and even encouraged me to commit suicide.
I thought she might come to her senses after suffering outside when I drove her from home, but the stubborn wretch crawled back and tried to kill me, and ultimately even sank the Homeland Island.
My colleague who erected the barrier to prevent those with twisted ideologies from leaving is already dead, and that barrier was only effective on the island’s terrain itself, so I used Masujung crystals to summon a dragon to prevent it from sinking. But this brat threw a fit, saying that if outsiders can’t use Masujung crystals, why can you, and destroyed all the pillars embedded on the seabed.
Ninety percent of the Homeland Island’s people died in that incident. Taking advantage of the chaos, I had to establish Magic Towers in various locations to capture those with twisted ideologies who fled to the continents.
During this process, I needed cooperation from the locals, and one of the people I contacted was Sage. This bastard was a genius.
It was astounding that he reached the 5th Circle by learning magitech and knowledge from scratch without our help. When I gave him some materials from the Homeland, he rapidly ascended to the 7th Circle and even wrote a nuclear fusion thesis. He was truly a terrifying individual.
I was genuinely grateful that Sage was an upright and kind child. If he had even the slightest greed for power or wealth, the Homeland people would have mobilized to capture him. I was already busy enough catching the escapees, so having him as an asset instead of causing trouble was an incredible blessing.
After bringing Rosalite in as a doctor or whatever, he gave everything—liver, gallbladder, everything—creating wireless communication devices in Aleine and building railways and doing all sorts of things.
“….”
Now that I think about it, I’m furious at those damned Rocksburgs. I may have wronged their family, but that’s separate from the fact that they took away my children one by one, and I can’t help but be angry.
The dog I brought in to guard the True Magic Tower gives away all the Masujung crystal technology because of Eddie or whatever. Sage hands over all his magitech because of a doctor or some nonsense.
They all say they’ve suffered greatly for over sixty years, and I’m sorry about that, but by my standards, sixty years is just a sense that some time has passed. I suppose it doesn’t feel real to me.
“Huh? Grandmother, isn’t that Peter over there?”
Why does this brat keep calling me grandmother! It’s annoying to hear!
As I tried to hit Sage on the back, this clever horse conveniently moved its body near the child, and I was able to strike the child smoothly.
Speaking of Peter, that must be one of those giant horned rabbit species. Near the Masujung Mine, you could often see such mutated animals. The black horns on their heads are their means of protection, and they don’t regrow if broken, so they must treasure them as much as their own lives. I was quite shocked that Jack possessed a severed horn.
“Squeeeak! Squeak squeak!”
Moreover, these creatures possess quite high intelligence and live in groups. In human terms, they’d have the intelligence of a five-year-old. That’s why most adults understand human speech. The way this one is standing on two legs in front of the Ancient Waterway, puffing itself up and threatening us, must be for that reason. It was clear that it had been asked to do something by the ones who went ahead.
“I have no intention of forcing my way through. When you judge it appropriate, please step aside.”
“Squeeeak!”
Good, good. This creature must be particularly intelligent even among the horned rabbit species. It understood that humans use the head-nodding gesture to signify affirmation.
I waited for the horned rabbit to move aside on its own while observing those damned creatures.
A single horse was being overworked carrying three humans. Because Aster and our dog wouldn’t separate from the Fourth Prince, the horse had no choice but to suffer.
Even after time passed and they calmed down and came to their senses, realizing that the Fourth Prince wasn’t Rosalite, they still wouldn’t let go.
Isn’t that some kind of illness? A form of mental disorder and madness?
“Are those guys really okay? They’re not going to suddenly flip out when it matters later, right?”
“Grandmother, please don’t flip out when it matters. You lost Celin before because of that.”
Tsk, this little one really holds a grudge over a single mistake. I’ve already admitted I was wrong about that matter and I’m reflecting on it, aren’t I? I’ve learned painfully that I can’t just leave Celin alone, and this time I’ve come with genuine resolve.
“Squeak!”
This creature is remarkably intelligent. Can it actually tell time by observing the sun’s position?

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