Touch My Brother and You Die - Chapter 238

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They kept leaving me out and playing together. When I pouted about it, Mother approached with a laugh and scooped up Aster, who had been in my arms, lifting him high into the air.
“Come now, let’s go see Eri. I didn’t bring any toys for Eri today, did I?”
Well… very well then. We were planning to stop by Eri’s playroom on the way back anyway.
I decided to hear the detailed explanation from Father later and headed toward Eri’s room. Eri was diligently practicing rolling over, and Mother threw the toy ball she’d brought and ordered Eri to fetch it, so I was promptly banished from the room.
So this is how you raised Rosalite as a child. No wonder she grew into such a sturdy, strong-core physique. Since I’m annoyed now, I should impose a ban on visits for a while.
When I commanded that Mother couldn’t see Eri until she could crawl, Mother wailed as if the world were ending, and the nursemaid chased her out.
Mother complained to Jack and the Duke that I was being too harsh, but apparently the Duchess only told her she was in the wrong.

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After that, the author of the Blue Series went to prison and was forced to rewrite “The Blue Queen” while serving time. Father seemed intent on giving the imprisoned Theodore the newly written version, claiming that the book Theodore had seen was the work of a fraudulent author, and this new manuscript was the true Blue Queen. That fool would probably fall for it, but the problem was that Capo visited the Mansion to thank us for resolving the matter.
It seemed Capo’s country had even begun developing tanks. What kind of nation was that anyway? Were they capturing aliens and torturing them? In any case, when Lucilucil heard this news, he threw an enormous tantrum demanding tanks.
The tanks themselves would have strong firepower and durability, but their true value lay in their use as a means of troop transport. I understood that much. I also understood Lucilucil’s desire for them. However, these were merely prototypes. If I bought them now, the price would be astronomical, and above all, with such limited production, I couldn’t purchase enough to use them as troop transport.
Once mass production models came out, we’d buy them in bulk then. I tried to convince him this way, but Lucilucil wouldn’t budge and seduced me relentlessly using his chest and thighs. I was tempted but didn’t waver. Very tempted, but I didn’t give in. However, when Lucilucil said that prenatal education with a Marius shirt would be fine, I had no choice but to surrender. This was unavoidable. My child should be well-built, shouldn’t they?
Oh my, my spine is bending from buying Lucilucil toys. My spine is actually bending.
“You should have refused more firmly.”
Is it really that easy to say no? When someone is so pitiful, I have to buy them a toy or two. Besides, I’m already troubled about forcibly bringing Alain here.
I was about to tell Glen this as we left work together, but Jack beside me clamped his mouth shut and gave me a hand signal. Let me see, that gesture… interpreting it… I stopped what I was about to say. The usual thing?
Hmm… if it’s that, it can only be that.
“I’m sorry, Prince. It’s all my fault for being inadequate.”
Just apologize without asking or questioning.
I grasped Glen’s hand tightly and caressed his elegant fingers. My, our Prince has such long, slender, pale, and beautiful fingers. Isn’t that what they call delicate beauty?
“…There’s no helping it. If I hadn’t bought them, who knows what Lucilucil would have done. I’m not unfamiliar with his temperament either…”
See? If I hadn’t bought what he asked for, greater trouble would have followed, right? As I kneaded Glen’s hand and cursed Lucilucil’s temperament, Glen’s face relaxed and a smile played at his lips.
“Then let’s go inside. I’ll be going now.”
“Wait.”
Since I’d bought what he asked for, Lucilucil must be in an excellent mood today. As I was about to head to Lucius Palace around the time he’d be leaving work, Glen grasped my hand firmly and wouldn’t let go.
“That is…”
“?”
“Today… wouldn’t you come to me?”
I wanted to go. I really did.
The words rose to my throat, but I had a promise with Lucilucil, so I shook my head.
“Considering your track record, I can’t go so recklessly. It wouldn’t be fair unless it’s Lucilucil’s turn next.”
“Then… if we don’t… wouldn’t that be acceptable? If you’d just stay with me…”
“I’m sorry. If I’m alone with you, I don’t trust myself to hold back.”
Aster had recently begun recovering and could sleep alone now. Surely the Prince and I would be left alone, and I had no confidence I could keep my hands off Glen through that long night. What kind of torture was that? I might as well pull an all-nighter instead.
I gave Glen, whose face had flushed red, an apologetic kiss and told him we’d see each other once things were confirmed. After separating from Glen, I trudged off to meet Lucilucil, and Jack cursed me again. He said he’d never meet a woman like me even if he died, shuddering in disgust.
No, it’s not that you don’t meet him—it’s that you can’t. Where else in this world would you find a treasure like me?

After finishing our business reports with Lucilucil in the Reception Room, we finally had some private time together, when I noticed an unfamiliar decoration hanging on the wall. It was something I’d seen often enough in Largol, but I’d never ordered such a carpet hanging for my own walls. When I asked Lucilucil where it came from, he gave me a surprising answer.
“Your brother-in-law brought it by the other day. Said it was a gift for the palace’s completion.”
Oh… So when I was teaching Camille how to weave carpets back then, she’s already become skilled enough to create such intricate patterns? The child really is a genius. The geometric design in white against a blue background was arranged in such perfect regularity—absolutely magnificent.
That brat. Still, I see he’s matured with age. He even knows how to welcome Lucilucil properly.
“….”
I was about to send Aster and Jack home for the night—I had plans to make this evening absolutely unforgettable—when Jack’s eyes widened strangely. He examined the carpet from a distance, then up close, his expression growing puzzled.
“Young Lady, about this…”
“What?”
“If you blur your focus and look at it, you can see the letters ‘Lucilucil’ really clearly, can’t you?”
What? This pattern was a magic eye illusion?!
I was startled and followed Jack’s lead, squinting at the carpet. There it is. The letters really appear. “Lucilucil”—I can see it.
“Isn’t Leon a real genius? How does he even weave something like this?”
“He sent a gift, so I wondered if he’d woven poison into it, but all this effort just to hide those letters in there? Is my brother-in-law in his right mind?”
Lucilucil, your way of thinking terrifies me. Why would you weave poison into a carpet? Both Luke and Lucilucil—when I hear stories about their time in Largol, it’s absolutely brutal. I’m glad I brought them to Aleine. That place called Largol really isn’t fit for human habitation.
“How does that work? I can’t see it.”
“Isn’t it because you only have one eye, sir?”
“Do you have a death wish?”
“No, really! Magic eyes need two eyes to work properly! Why would I insult Lucilucil like that!”
Hmm… So magic eye illusions don’t work with just one eye. I’m learning something new. Did Leon know that when he sent this? No. Given that brat’s personality, he probably sent it specifically so we’d figure it out. After all, he’s still got Rocksburg blood running through his veins. When it comes to pranks, he’d stake his life on it.
“Rosalite. Sage will be visiting in ten seconds.”
Lien still has that remarkable ability to identify people by footsteps alone. I was so amazed when I saw her do that in Largol. At first, I thought it was some kind of prophecy and asked if there were seers in Largol besides the High Priest, but she simply said she had good hearing.
Though I doubt that’s something to explain away so casually… But the world has giant squid monsters, women who can kill them in one blow, and people who can manipulate time, so I just accepted it as one of those things.
Well… Lien is relatively ordinary by comparison. Yes. She just has slightly better hearing than most.
“Doooooctor!”
“Yes, Papa. Considering you’ve burst in without warning in the middle of the night when a married couple might be engaged in private matters, this must be Magic Tower-related. Perhaps those people demanding autonomy have finally made their move?”
“H-how did you know?!”
This was inevitable from the moment Papa assumed the position of True Magic Tower Master. If anything, I’m surprised it took this long. Given the delay, it seems someone took the lead in forming an alliance and agitating for joint independence. Largol wouldn’t have merit since the mage population is small. Could it be the Cerepia Federation?
“The Tower Masters of the Cerepia Federation have risen up demanding independence from the True Magic Tower! They’re saying if we don’t agree, they’ll force us into submission! What do we do?!”
Hmm… It’s true that the Cerepia Magic Towers have a larger population of mages confined to their towers compared to Aleine. Until now they stayed quiet out of fear of Serena, but they likely judged they had a chance against Sage and rebelled accordingly.
Though Sage may not be quite as formidable as Serena, he’s still quite the monster himself.
“Oh dear, oh dear. Grandmother Serena, what do I do? It’s only been a year since I inherited this position, and already such chaos breaks out. I’m not sure I can continue managing this.”
Constantly whining and crying like that only makes them underestimate him. Truth be told, I sometimes forget just how extraordinary Sage really is.
“Calm yourself. There must be a leader orchestrating this. We need to deal with that person first.”
“A leader?”
“If the entire federation has risen up, there must be a central figure uniting them. Let’s have William investigate.”
I instructed Lien to relay what I’d just heard to the Duke. Once it reaches Father’s ears, William will spring into action immediately.
“We must ensure they never dare challenge Sage’s authority again. This time, there will be considerable bloodshed.”
If they underestimate Papa, this is the opportunity to teach them proper respect. The lights in the Main Building corridor were coming on in succession, so I glanced toward the window and caught my own smiling reflection. Behind me, I could also see Lucilucil approaching quietly, wrapping his arms around me and nuzzling his head against mine.
“I rather like how creepy you can be.”
“Your tastes are quite refined, Your Highness.”
“Is he not the Crown Prince of Largol?”
So this is it. I’ve married a pervert. How lamentable. The absurdity of having wed such a peculiar man struck me as hilarious, and I burst into laughter—when a lump of charcoal suddenly rose of its own accord from the central brazier.
“….”
“….”
“….”
“….”
“….”
Everyone gathered in the Reception Room fell silent. Papa, myself, Lucilucil, Jack, Aster—we all stared at the charcoal floating inexplicably in the air. It descended slowly and began to write.

Red is coming.

The script was powerful and graceful—precisely the ideal handwriting I admired. I found myself pouring out silent admiration when Brown suddenly shrieked in unison.
“Kyaaaaaaah!”
“Aaaaah! Aaaaah! Uwaaaaah!”
The two of them, wailing about a ghost appearing, were so panic-stricken that they clung to each other and collapsed to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably.
“Papa.”
“Yes?”
“Among rare mages, is there perhaps one capable of turning their body invisible?”
“Not to my knowledge.”
Hmm…. I see. Then what exactly is this Red that’s coming?

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