Touch My Brother and You Die - Chapter 215

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What?! Celin?!
I instinctively prepared to activate my mana, and our household’s fierce warrior was already grabbing her weapon bag and leaping out the window. She threw herself out without hesitation, but since we were five stories up, I was about to tell the little one named Aster to wait—
“I’m coming with you!”
The fearless brat threw himself after her. I glanced out the window wondering if he’d forgotten we were on the fifth floor, only to see Aster land without incident and chase after our warrior.
Wow… I’ve lived a long time, but I’ve never seen anyone as durable as our household’s fierce warrior.
Now that I think about it, he can even wrap aura around a blade,
and William Brown
is possible too, plus his physical abilities are incredible. I can’t even imagine what kind of monster he’ll become. If he trains for just ten more years, he’ll probably crush our fierce warrior with ease.
“I’m coming too, you damn fools!”
I conjured wind with magic and rushed after our warrior. Following the scent of Celin, our fierce warrior led us to the location being used as the Heresy Inquisition Office. The Temple Knights couldn’t stop the warrior and Aster as they charged in recklessly, so I generously opened the coin purse Rosalite had given me.
“Here, have this!”
“Yes! Please make this quick and get out!”
I’ll give the Zoroab Religion credit—they’re thoroughly rotten.
“Please save me! I haven’t said anything!”
Huh? I followed Celin’s scent here, but something feels off about this situation. In front of the bars were several figures wearing white half-masks that Celin favored, and the one begging for his life was dressed as an Imperial Palace attendant.
Moreover, the one who appeared to be the leader of the masked group spoke nonsense when he saw me.
“Eh? Prophet, what brings you here…?”
Confirmed. This is connected to Celin. If I don’t capture them, this will be a disaster!
“Warrior! Aster! Capture them! We need them alive!”
I spoke urgently, but these insane fools weren’t listening to me. Our warrior had already drawn two daggers from her weapon bag and deployed her killing technique. Two people were dismembered in an instant, and the little one named Aster shattered his opponent’s skull with a spinning kick.
“Capture them alive, you crazy bastards! We need to track Celin!”
“Oh no!”
“Ugh!”
These blockheads!
I quickly froze the opponent’s legs to immobilize them and shoved a hailstone into their mouth to prevent suicide. These types always try to kill themselves to keep quiet whenever they’re bored. The fortunate part was that the survivor appeared to be the leader of the masked group.
“From what you’re doing, are you heretics?”
“Heretics? We are true followers of Joraab!”
Ah… so you didn’t just happen to get a job as an Imperial attendant. You understand the Aleine language perfectly.
Anyway, hmm… Whenever someone adds “true” or “mother,” or when they ring someone’s doorbell and say “Did you know that Joraab actually originated from Aleine? This wonderful scripture is free and we have amazing information about eternal life for you,” they’re always heretics.
“Take that attendant too. He must have known something important if they tried to silence him even through death.”
But something feels strange. The ones calling Celin a prophet seem to be from the heretical side, but weren’t the ones who took Celin from the Zoroab Spiritual Religion?
When Celin removed her mask and let her purple hair flow as she recited her conversation with the First Pope, the High Priest of the Yorga Branch of the Zoroab Temple wept and contacted the Pope.
Through this, I learned that Celin had founded the Zoroab Religion and had connections with the current Pope, but there was no connection between the heretics moving for Celin and this. Most importantly, if Celin is currently in private audience with the Pope, why are the heretics suddenly making a move?
It’s just speculation, but Celin must be involved in the heretical Zoroab sect’s sudden summoning of an ancient creature. I definitely eliminated those summoning priests, so if it’s been revived, the culprit can only be Celin. That damn woman must have raided the secret vault again.
The world nearly ended once partly because of that ancient creature’s destructive power, so I had tried to keep it hidden. But my fellow countrymen always dig it up and hand it over to humans. Why would they pass such overwhelming power to ordinary people? It only accelerates the world’s destruction.
“Let’s go. The Fourth Prince will handle moving the person, and I’ll have Sage handle making them talk.”
“Once this is over, I can finally see Rosie, right Grandmother? You don’t know how soft-hearted our Rosie is, Grandmother. Last time she was struggling so much with living that she almost did something unspeakable. She might still be crying, missing her mother. What should we do about our poor Rosie? Poor Rosie, poor Rosie, and her mother isn’t even there to be by her side when things are hard.”
“Kill Celin quickly and let’s go. I miss the Young Lady. If we leave the Young Lady alone, something terrible will happen. Last time, I left the Young Lady at the Mansion and went out for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and something terrible happened. We can’t function without the Young Lady. Jack and Aster are too weak to protect her.”
I understand, so shut your mouths, you lunatics!
When I warned them that Rosalite would hate them if they kept it up, adjusting my tone to match their level, these fools finally closed their mouths and wore pitiful expressions. It was strange how they could be so brutal when torturing people, yet act like children.
I stuffed fresh hail into the heretic’s mouth and gathered all the corpses to erase any trace of human presence before leaving the Heresy Inquisition Office. With the increased number of people, I had to give the Temple Knight even more money pouches.

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“Sage! Sage, you little brat, come here! Let’s give these kids a good electric shock!”
“Grandmother, something’s wrong! It seems the Pope and Celin are incredibly close!”
What nonsense was this? The Pope did have some connection with Celin since they’d met privately, but calling them “incredibly close” was an overstatement.
“The High Priest who’s close with the Fourth Prince’s daughter said that the Pope’s voice changed recently, and she’s been covering her face!”
Wait, wait. If “recently” meant around the time Celin reset her magic, then the current Pope’s constantly changing face and voice meant Celin had helped through memory manipulation.
I’d thought she’d changed her face so easily that she must have developed new magic related to body manipulation, and I’d been impressed. But it turned out she was just relying on Celin?
In any case, I now understood why the Pope needed to meet Celin privately. When the High Priest from the Yorga Branch contacted her, she hurried off—there had to be a reason. To show her face in the Temple, she’d need to meet Celin and have the magic reapplied.
“Sage, you’re really confident about this magical restraint, right?”
“Of course! How many times do I have to tell you! If it had been sloppy in the first place, would Celin have clung to the Zoroab Religion like that?!”
That was true. She could just use magic to deceive us and escape, so there’d be no need to come all this way and seek out the Pope. The current Pope needed Celin’s magic, and Celin wanted to use the Zoroab Religion’s power to break the mana restraint. Looking at it this way, their interests aligned perfectly.
And the Prophetess and Pope of the Zoroab Spiritual Religion were currently taking refuge with the heretical sect…
I explained the earlier situation to Sage and asked him to torture the one with hail in her mouth. The little brat had a fit and backed away from me considerably.
“How am I supposed to do that! Are you insane, Grandmother?!”
“Why not! You did fine torturing Celin!”
“That’s different! Celin hates pain, so I figured she’d spill everything after a few hits! This requires a professional, a professional!”
“The professional Jack Brown went off with Rosalite!”
This was becoming a headache. That Jack fellow—I’d actually been relieved when he didn’t come along because something about him felt off. But now that we needed someone to torture, I found myself missing him.
“I’ll give it a try!”
What? Do you have torture experience? When I expressed doubt, Aster shook his head and said he’d do anything to meet the Young Lady quickly, then picked up a pair of pliers.
Kid, where exactly are you planning to use those pliers?
“I learned by watching Jack’s shoulder! I’ll start with the molars!”
Wow… you’re saying something terrifying in the tone of a kindergartener giving a presentation.
The heretic who’d spat out hail couldn’t even open his mouth properly because it was frozen, just waving his hands frantically. Then the attendant who’d come with him made a surprisingly logical point.
‘Wait! Before you torture! Shouldn’t you ask questions first!’
Huh? That’s right? W-what should we ask? As Sage and I whispered to each other about what questions to ask, Aster pushed the pliers forward, saying that once he pulled, they’d confess to anything. Our household dog seemed to agree, firmly holding the heretic down and forcing his mouth open.
These fools always act first—this is going to be a disaster.
“Wait, you lunatics! I’m thinking about what to ask right now! What crime did that guy commit to have his teeth pulled out of nowhere!”
“Then hurry up and speak! Our Young Lady would have gotten everything she wanted in less than thirty minutes!”
“That’s right, Grandmother! How smart our Rosie is!”
Yes, I’m so glad your Rosalite is smart, you crazy fools!
I desperately racked my brain before these idiots caused more trouble. Sigh, that Rosalite really is smart. How does she always say exactly what’s needed at the right moment? She’d solve problems even after waking from sleep and squeeze out money—ugh, my already poor mind was getting worse with age and wouldn’t work properly!
“R-right, first! Where’s the heretical sect’s headquarters! We need to find out where Celin is right now!”
‘You fools! Do you think I’d betray the Prophetess!’
“There’s an old waterway beneath the Temple that’s no longer in use, and at the end of it lies a mountain ridge! There are multiple entrances, and they’ve carved caves into the mountain to live in!”
“Hey!”
“I hate Jack! I hate Jack! You all know him, don’t you?! Please, don’t send me there! I’d rather die!”
What in the world had happened to this attendant at the Imperial Palace? When I asked what had transpired with that torture specialist, the man trembled so violently his teeth chattered as he relayed news from within the Imperial Palace.
Apparently, the Imperial Palace was now under the dominion of Rosalite, who had been designated as the Crown Prince’s consort and held the highest position in the Internal Affairs Bureau. She had pruned away all the minor branches that had been monitoring Lucius Crown Prince, brought even the Emperor’s concubines to their knees, interfered in internal affairs, bestowed wealth and positions upon her brother and guards, and was wielding a reign of terror through extraordinary torture methods and punishments.
“Young Lady! Young Lady, you’re magnificent! Truly, you are!”
“As expected of our Rosie! I knew you could do it!”
Well, that’s just how she is—a scoundrel remains a scoundrel. She said she’d divert the Imperial Palace’s attention, but she’s thoroughly draining every last drop of benefit. At this rate, isn’t she never going back to Aleine?
“Sigh… I’m not very good at the Largol language.”
Oh, Sage, are you planning to settle down here too if Rosalite stays? You’re truly bewitched, aren’t you? Does she treat you differently when she adopts you as a daughter? Your eyes have gone all soft from her cuteness, haven’t they?
Though it was by chance, we expressed our deep gratitude to Jack Brown and continued our questioning. Whenever the attendant tried to clam up, we’d mention Jack, and he’d spill information like water. The leader of the group that had tried to silence this attendant could only groan in frustration.
Yeah… now I understand why you wanted to kill him so badly. This bastard really can’t keep his mouth shut.
“Hmm… so the prophet of the Zoroab Orthodox Church and the true prophet of Zoroab are the same person?”
“Of course! The prophet must have seen through everything! We are the true believers of Zoroab!”
“And the true leader of Zoroab, who had been absent, has returned alongside the prophet?”
“Yes! The leader must have moved in indignation when learning that the prophet was captured by those fake Zoroab bastards!”
Damn it… I’m going to kill Celin.
My household’s dog and Aster seemed not to grasp the meaning, but Sage wore the same troubled expression as I did, then rubbed his face frantically.
This means that damned Pope woman is a heretical sect leader! That woman has been obsessed with power since the old days, just—
Though that woman’s greed for material wealth and power was immense, her compassion for people and her usual good deeds came from a sincere heart. That’s why I let her be.
How many people had been saved by the miraculous healing acts performed by the Pope? Moreover, she only extracted money from the wealthy, while freely offering her services to the poor and powerless, so I had simply thought of her as a good child… but now this.
“Because she does more good for humanity, that’s why I let her live.”
“I’ve told you countless times, Grandmother, that the world doesn’t work with such clear-cut calculations of profit and loss.”
Yeah, I wish I were as clever as you, you brat.

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