Touch My Brother and You Die - Chapter 254

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#Epilogue (5)

Time passed. Yuri’s appointment as a gardener was finalized, and after Magnus and Sage concluded their negotiations, the pass system was announced throughout the Magic Tower. They decided to observe Yuri’s progress over the course of a year.
Because it was proclaimed that the system would only be officially implemented if Yuri didn’t cause any incidents, the support from the Grand Mages trapped in the Magic Tower was extraordinary. Every single day, letters of encouragement, gifts, bundles of cash, and mana crystals addressed to Yuri were delivered to the Rocksburg Mansion. Since Yuri said she didn’t need them, the surplus cash and mana crystals were gratefully accepted by the Rocksburg Communications Corporation (provisional).
Yuri worked as a gardener with mana restraints dangling from both wrists, and she found it incredibly fulfilling. Since she was still only an assistant gardener, she earned only half the minimum wage, but even that made her overjoyed. She said it was the first time she’d met an employer who provided proper meals and wages. Father and I nearly wept. We barely held it together.
In any case, Yuri worked diligently, occasionally received visits from Magnus, called Leon “Young Lady” and got beaten every morning for it, and whenever she encountered Janet, she’d snarl and curse.
She’d said something remarkably creative the other day—something about a plump, crimson vixen, if I recall correctly. In any case, she got beaten by Janet for that too, and when Ram Bart came to see me and thrust her chest forward as usual, Yuri cursed her as a pig with a hundred pounds of lard, causing Ram to cry, insisting she wasn’t a pig.
She’s a good worker and a kind child, but why does her mouth turn crude whenever she sees girls? She’s not even an elementary school student anymore. Wait—could it be that she actually has feelings for Janet and Ram? I think I need to have a serious talk with young Yuri about this next time. She still hasn’t grasped that teasing someone you like only makes them dislike you. Given her upbringing, I suppose it’s understandable.
Hmm… if her environment was like that, she probably never had the leisure to develop emotionally. I shouldn’t push too hard; I need to teach her gradually. With Magnus’s support, I should also hire an instructor to teach her general etiquette. Otherwise, communication becomes impossible. I keep telling her, but she keeps forgetting—this little one still calls me Rosalite.
And whenever Leon and I are together, she looks at us with such hopeful eyes. It’s irritating.
“Sister! Sister, look at this! I did it!”
What is it, Leon? You’re looking as delighted as that time long ago when you discovered my secret account while organizing ledgers. The memory stirred in me, and I spoke to Leon affectionately, but this little one insisted she’d found something on an entirely different level and even called Glen over.
“What is the matter? For you to summon me as well, Leon.”
“Look at this quickly! And then let’s go fight!”
Why is she telling someone else’s husband to go fight without rhyme or reason? Puzzled, I examined the ledger Leon handed me, and it contained a list of items with remarkably complex names.
“Aren’t these spices being delivered to Luciluce Palace? They’re expensive, but since the money comes from my own pocket anyway, you don’t need to concern yourself with it, Leon.”
“No! That’s not it, Sister! Look at this!”
What is that thing that looks like a medical text? It resembles a medical manual, with drawings of human anatomy and the names and appearances of spices and medicinal ingredients written beside them.
“What is this, Leon?”
“It’s a manual for manufacturing fifty types of poison used by the Largol Imperial Family!”
“…”
Wait, are you telling me that among the spices Luciluce Palace has been importing, there are items that can be used to manufacture poison?!
Oh no, oh no, what do I do? Last time it was just rock salt and a misunderstanding on our part, but this time… Lucilucil might actually be poisoning himself?
“Rosalite, what is the matter? Why is everyone gathered like this?”
“Lucilucil!”
“Lucilucil!”
Lucilucil appeared in the office, apparently having stopped by for lunch. Glen and I couldn’t help but scrutinize him after hearing what Leon had told us.
“Are you all right? Leon informed us! It seems you’ve actually ingested poison this time!”
“Shouldn’t we call a Doctor first, Rosalite? Judging by how fine you look, it doesn’t seem to be a fast-acting poison!”
Right, a Doctor! We need to call a Doctor! Besides, we were going to summon Macaon anyway, so let’s send word first! With that thought, I reached for writing paper, but Leon grabbed my wrist and firmly told me not to act hastily.
“What are you doing, Leon? If we’re late, your brother-in-law could be in serious danger!”
“No, it’s fine. According to the book, if you simply stop taking the medicine, there’s no harm to the body whatsoever.”
Still, we should call a Doctor. After all, if it’s poison, something harmful must have entered his body.
As I fretted, Leon slowly shook her head and opened a particular page of the “Manual for Manufacturing Fifty Types of Poison Used by the Largol Imperial Family.”
“The tail was far too long, Lucilucil! The truth has already been revealed!”
“…You persistent little thing.”
What in the world is going on? Why is Leon so absorbed in his detective role, and why is Lucilucil playing the culprit? I stood there gaping like an extra at a crime scene while the silver-haired, blue-eyed handsome man Asterion confidently declared that the evidence pointed to only one truth.
“What you’ve been taking this whole time is male contraceptive! Your sister has been sabotaging you to keep you away from that bean sprout!”
“Have you lost your mind, Lucilucil!”
If he actually became infertile, what would I do then! My shock far outweighed my indignation as I smacked Lucilucil’s back repeatedly. I’d have to bear his child, send it to Largol, and become the Empress Dowager! This is absolutely insane!
“Good heavens, you madman! You’ve completely lost it! Utterly lost it!”
“Hahahaha, let’s call it the pathetic last stand of a man desperate to monopolize you.”
“This is no joke! How can you laugh at a time like this!”
This scoundrel, what am I supposed to do about this! No wonder nothing took despite all those visits every single day! He’s gone completely mad, absolutely mad! What am I supposed to do with him!
If Leon hadn’t discovered this, what would have happened? I would have been waiting indefinitely for a child that would never come. My head was spinning with the need to punish Lucilucil severely and possibly have a doctor examine whether there were any other issues with my body, when I heard a voice in a tone I’d never heard before.
Thompson Gazelle had raised his voice.
“Hey, you bastard!”
“…Bastard?”
Oh no, Prince Glen must be furious. His face flushed red in a way different from usual, Glen limped back to his desk and searched for something, and Lucilucil, hearing the curse for the first time, narrowed his brows with an offended expression.
After rummaging through the drawer for a while, Glen pulled out rubber gloves of the kind frequently used when counting Largol currency and smacked Lucilucil across the face with them.
Slap!
“I, I challenge you to a duel!”
“Gazelle, have you gone mad?”
“No!”
Ah, why are you two doing this? Use your words. What’s with duels in this day and age.
“Rosalite, please don’t interfere. This is our matter.”
“I have no objection to that. Rosalite, you just watch. I need to establish some hierarchy with this herbivore.”
This is getting serious. Are they really going to fight? Not a duel to the death, surely? Well, that’s right. Glen’s leg is injured, after all. If I press that point and persuade them, I might be able to prevent them from actually clashing.
“Ah, no, no, no! Glen! Your leg is injured, isn’t it! Appoint a proxy! You too, Lucilucil. If you fight through proxies, neither of your honors will be tarnished.”
“No, Rosalite. I’ll do it myself.”
“If I win against someone as frail as you, won’t I just look like the villain?”
“Then let’s do a gun duel. That would be fair, wouldn’t it?”
A gun duel? Isn’t that actually fatal!
Regardless of my shock, the two reached an agreement on a gun duel and even set a date before parting ways. I tried to persuade Glen first, but this stubborn fool was incredibly obstinate. He said he couldn’t back down because he had restrained himself from being with me out of consideration for Lucilucil, yet the other party was using medicine to delay pregnancy.
With Glen like this, Lucilucil would surely be no better. In desperation, I headed to the correspondence chamber with my Predecessor, and it seemed the Predecessor had taken up the fountain pen after a long time, for the notebook contained a response to our previous conversation and commentary on the current situation.
The Predecessor said the only way to not lose momentum was to shed tears before Mother, and regarding the duel, treating it as someone else’s affair, they had written nothing but “hahahahahahahaha.”
“This is no laughing matter! If they both die like this, I’ll become a widow in an instant!”

Hahahahahahahaha

They said it’s not funny, yet here they are laughing!
When I threw the notebook in frustration, my Predecessor continued writing “hahahahahaha” on the notebook lying on the floor. How amusing does this woman find my predicament?

What can I do about her nature.

That’s not why I came here to listen to this nonsense! I shrieked, my voice sharp as a blade, and abandoned the trembling fountain pen to its own devices. I set out to find the people who could resolve this catastrophe.
The first person I found was Jack Brown. After hearing the full explanation, Jack declared that Lucilucil was at fault and that he would support Glen instead.
“I asked for a solution, not your support, you idiot!”
There was no help for it. Jack was a lost cause—in hindsight, he’d always been firmly in Glen’s corner anyway.
Next, I sought out Father, and to my surprise, he echoed the Predecessor’s words, telling me to endure it as my karma. I’d already suspected Mother would be useless, but she spouted nonsense about how she’d gained new respect for Lucilucil’s devotion, so I stamped my foot hard enough to shake the floorboards and stormed out of the office.
After that, I found Papa. Papa said he would support Lucilucil. Papa was absolutely useless.
Leon went out shopping, claiming he needed to buy champagne for the day of the duel between the two of them. Violet and Lily made a fuss about needing to create placards supporting Glen, while Camille and Liyen rushed off to make glow sticks to support Lucilucil.
I wandered through every corner of the Mansion, but no one seemed inclined to stop the two from fighting. In the end, I found myself announcing the duel date between Glen and Lucilucil to everyone, and the household split into Glen’s faction and Lucilucil’s faction.
Only then did I understand. All I could do was prepare for the worst by summoning the High Priest, the Doctor, and Magnus. This was all my karma. When I first heard those words, I thought they were absurd, but in the end, the Predecessor’s words came true. I felt both astonished and hollow.

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And so time passed, and the morning of the duel dawned.

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