Touch My Brother and You Die - Chapter 239

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“What is Red?”
I spoke my thoughts aloud without hesitation, and immediately a lump of charcoal came flying at my body.
“Kyaaaah!”
It hurts! It’s hot! Oh, it’s so hot! So hot, so hot!
The charcoal, which had been smoldering faintly, lodged itself directly in the center of my chest before scattering sparks across my clothing. Though Lucilucil and Papa quickly brushed the charcoal away, my garments were left riddled with holes.

How rude.

What kind of disrespectful spirit was this! Unlike my Brown companions, ghosts didn’t frighten me, so I had intended to give this one a piece of my mind—but the moment I felt tears welling up, the charcoal suspended in the air began to quiver again.
“What is Red, if I may ask?”
I’m not afraid of the ghost. I’m afraid of that violence. I yielded to the violence. I didn’t yield to the ghost.

The miraculous traffic light generation. Red.

The explanation was slightly more detailed than before, but nothing particularly came to mind. After all, traffic lights had only recently appeared in this neighborhood—this ghost was quite trend-conscious, it seemed.
Let me think… if we’re talking about the traffic lights used in Rocksburg, I simply used the familiar red, yellow, and blue as they were.
Hmm… red, yellow, and blue. Three colors, and something to be cautious about. If it’s red connected to Cerepia…
“Yuri! Trash car number one! Yuri Andreevich, the transformation material!”

Correct!

The moment I solved the riddle instantly, the charcoal spirit seemed delighted and etched a mark of “well done” at my feet. Ah, I see. This could be considered a new interpretation of the trash cars one, two, and three. All three had blonde hair with red eyes, yellow eyes, and blue eyes from top to bottom—quite sufficient for a traffic light metaphor.
A witty spirit, isn’t it! Or rather, now that I’ve unraveled this much, I’ve realized the entity isn’t a mere ghost. It feels odd to even call it a spirit…
“Wasn’t it supposed to have disappeared?”

That’s exactly what I mean!

Hmm, this is a situation even the predecessor didn’t anticipate.
If this charcoal spirit could pinpoint exactly who posed a threat to Leon and possessed such detailed knowledge of the trash car series, then the charcoal spirit’s identity could be none other than Rosalite Rocksburg. Of course, I would need to add the qualifier “predecessor” to that.
“Doctor, what in the world is going on? Do you know this spirit?”
“Ah, well, you see…”
I could tell Papa everything. I conveyed my suspicion that the predecessor Rosalite, whom I thought had disappeared when her battery ran out, still seemed to be here. Papa covered his mouth in astonishment.
“Good grief! The predecessor? The one connected to that Duke fellow?”
Yes, the one who hard-carried the Celin incident. As I added this, Papa furrowed his brow, wondering what scheme she was plotting by appearing now. He said that if she were to attempt a dispute over control of my body, he would protect me by any means necessary—but the predecessor wielded the charcoal without a moment’s hesitation.

Objectively speaking, she was more handsome than Edward Rocksburg. I respect her too. A true genius.

“You pass!”
Wow… The previous holder truly is remarkable. How does he manage to pinpoint only the essentials and make someone take flight? Papa took great pride in his superior intellect, yet he ached because others failed to recognize it, and he was incredibly concerned about who looked better compared to Father.
To praise those three things so concisely—how astonishing. Without a single flourish of rhetoric, it becomes all the more intuitive.
“Rosalite. What on earth is this about?”
Since it’s family business, Lucilucil, you needn’t be involved. The explanation was too complicated, so I cut him off there, but when Lucilucil persisted, claiming it was discrimination against him as a second party, I had no choice but to resort to my trump card.
“I would like to know more details about Marius’s death, Lucilucil.”
“….”
“….”
Lucilucil sighed at the sky, then sighed looking at my face, before smiling with a distant, relieved expression.
“Family matters—there must be deep circumstances I cannot speak of.”
“Indeed.”
“I’ll understand this time.”
“Your magnanimity is as vast as the ocean.”
Let’s not touch each other’s sensitive spots. No touching.
Lucilucil and I reconciled with laughter and discussed Yuri Andreevich. First, the fact that Lucilucil didn’t know about him meant he wasn’t particularly a figure of importance in Cerepia. From my memory, he wasn’t that remarkable either.
I had given him the grandiose title of “Idiot Number One,” but that was a name I assigned based on how utterly terrible his personality was. I hadn’t numbered them 1, 2, 3 based on their influence on those around them.
So when Leon was young, he paid no particular attention to anyone except Theodore, who was “Idiot Number Three.” Samuel, Number Two, was someone he met even less frequently, and Number One had no significant position or power.
As life went on, I encountered that Number Two who was so hard to meet, and Mother even dealt with him, but… In any case, the reason I gave Theodore and those below him the rank of “Idiot Number Three” was because he didn’t even pretend to listen to me. And Samuel, Number Two, earned the title of idiot because he couldn’t communicate, just like his reputation.
Then what of Number One? Well, he was truly… a remarkable fellow. In the second loop, when Leon married Marius, this bastard killed Leon and then took his own life. He possessed a peculiar ability—when someone said A, he understood it as B and responded with omega.
For example… ah yes, there was such an incident. It was at that very wedding. Leon had sent an invitation to Yuri, with whom he’d maintained a friendship, announcing his marriage to Marius. Remarkably, this fool interpreted it as a proposal.
Who in this world would reserve a wedding venue and send out invitations before even proposing, saying “let’s get married”? Is he insane? Is he a stalker? Yet Yuri, after some twisted reasoning, arrived at that conclusion, dressed as a groom, and appeared at the wedding venue. Only then did he realize that Leon’s groom was not himself but Marius, and he went berserk.
That’s when I first learned he was a mage. I never knew he could pull metal blades from bare ground like that…
Come to think of it, he wasn’t wearing a shawl or anything back then, was he? That’s why I didn’t notice he was a mage. Wasn’t he not affiliated with the Magic Tower at that time?
“Papa, is Yuri Andreevich affiliated with the Magic Tower?”
“Yes. That bastard entered the Cerepia Magic Tower less than four years ago and climbed to the fifth circle. After that, there’s been no news of his advancement, as if he hit a wall.”
“….”
What… what do I do with this foolish and kindhearted Archmage? At Papa’s words, all color drained from my face, and Lucilucil’s expression darkened as well.
This fellow has reached the same conclusion as me.
“Papa, if I may be so bold… that is…”
“It’s not that he couldn’t advance—it’s that he didn’t. Don’t the Magic Tower mages undergo a character evaluation when they reach the Archmage level? He deliberately concealed it for freedom of movement.”
“Is that so?!”
So there was such a loophole in the character evaluation system. If one had exceptional mana control and the skill to hide their abilities, or the talent to lobby superiors well, they wouldn’t receive a sixth circle judgment and thus wouldn’t need to take the test either.
In Alein, where Sage and Serena could come and go freely, such workarounds might be rare, but in distant Cerepia, such shortcuts must have been rampant.
The Yuri I met in the second loop hadn’t even entered the Magic Tower, yet he had enough talent to awaken magic through his own efforts. With systematic training, he must have advanced rapidly…
Wait. Was the previous holder trying to point this out? From just a few exchanges with Papa, did he deduce that the Yuri from back then would grow and come as a member of the Cerepia Magic Tower Alliance?
“Could it be that Yuri is the Alliance Leader?”

Perhaps the mastermind.

He’s grown that much? Is this a scam?! Well, I suppose Asterion becoming an aura user after living through the same years is pretty ridiculous too!
Still, our child is twenty-three years old! Yuri isn’t that much older than Leon, is he?! How old is he now? Twenty? A mere twenty-year-old leading the Cherephia Magic Tower Alliance down here?!
Sigh… well, at least there’s some consolation in that Papa has the elemental advantage, I suppose. He specializes in metal, right? Papa and I use electricity. We still have the upper hand, don’t we?
I was finding comfort in this thought when the charred remains wrote out a chilling word.

Non-conductor.

Ha, haha. Hahaha.
Oh my, the former Rosalite really does joke. All metals are conductors. I clearly saw him pulling metal blades from the ground.
“Papa.”
“Yes?”
“Yuri is a metal-attribute mage, correct?”
“What?”
“Isn’t he?”
“He’s an earth-attribute mage, so I put him in charge of the farm.”
It wasn’t metal! Right. Plenty of things come from the earth. That’s right. This is exhausting. If it were about Papa, Father wouldn’t even lend Mother to help.

I’m done. I’m too tired.

Wait, where are you going! At least tell me the solution before you leave, Teacher! How can you just dump a mountain of worries on me and leave!
I went to the area near the last character and pounded it with my fist, searching for the former Rosalite, but this woman had gone to sleep and didn’t respond.
“Doctor, are you alright?”
I was on my knees, collapsed on the floor, when Papa patted my shoulder with concern. Who’s worrying about whom here? You’re the one in the biggest trouble, you old fossil.
“Go gather intelligence on their forces.”
“Huh?”
“What are you doing?! Find out how many people joined the alliance! Get the exact size of each Magic Tower! Organize everything! Hurry! Move!”
“Y-yes!”
After Papa left, Lucilucil called the servants to drive out the Brown siblings, then lifted me up in his arms. And he laughed with absolute delight.
“Well, now I’ll have a chance to test my toy.”
“Yes. I’ll prepare a war game that goes all out.”
Fine, as long as you’re enjoying yourself. I gave up and laughed weakly, while Lucilucil just laughed with excitement. After we moved to Lucilucil’s chamber, I was quite vigorous in relieving my stress.

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