Touch My Brother and You Die - Chapter 255

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“Glen! Win this!”
“Hang in there, Lucilucil!”
“The strongest! Crown Prince! Certain victory! Crown Prince!”
“Glen, you’ve got this!”
These fools were absolutely thrilled. They’d spread out in the Duke’s Mansion Garden since morning like they were gods themselves.
Lily and Violet had been sneaking around every night for days before finally producing an enormous banner. They’d embroidered Glen’s cheering message together on a large cloth and hung it from a pole stretching over three meters long, which Lily held and waved—it was quite the spectacle.
While Violet directed the Main Building staff in their cheers, the servants from Lucilucil Palace each held glow sticks in their hands. Judging by how much magical essence and money had been poured into this, the glow sticks created rainbows and spelled out “The Strongest Crown Prince” at Camille’s gestures—it was absolute chaos.
Since it was early morning, they’d apparently decided to fill their stomachs too, so buffet-style tables were set up, and in the medical team’s tent, Rocksburg’s physician, the High Priest from Lucilucil Palace, and Macaon were stationed.
Macaon had been dragged out since dawn and kept yawning and glaring at me intensely. What could I do about the glaring? After all, it was Macaon’s own will that brought him here. I was worried about what would happen later when this secret weapon lost its effectiveness, but there was nothing to be done.
I’d explained to Macaon that his continued service as a healing mage for the Royal Family rather than for Rocksburg was the greatest goodwill and consideration Rocksburg could offer, and he’d rushed over as if afraid of being late.
Now he sat with his legs crossed, ordering the servants of someone else’s house to bring him coffee and snacks—clearly this fellow was thoroughly enjoying this catastrophe.
“Then, the first match! Glen versus Lucilucil! A blood-soaked duel to wash blood with blood now begins!”
“Waaaaah!”
You little brat, Leon—you’re the most excited of all. You even brought a megaphone from Sage’s warehouse. Do you find this that entertaining? Raising a younger brother is completely useless. And why does Yuri keep scattering flower petals with every step Leon takes? It’s so distracting.
“Now, today’s sacrificial lambs, please take the stage! First, Rocksburg’s pride—the withered bean sprout! Glen Hofen Rocksburg!”
At Leon’s introduction, Glen stood up, but instead of walking to the dueling ground, he limped toward Leon.
“Next, the stone that rolled into Rocksburg! The epitome of an angular stone whose name might change at any moment! The incomplete Lucilucil Asterion Rocksburg!”
This time, Leon, you’ve really done it.
Lucilucil rushed at Leon and grabbed Asterion’s ear with all his might, and the handsome man’s scream echoed through the mansion. Two gunshots followed after that. Glen had snatched the megaphone from Leon, thrown it to the ground, and fired twice.
“I hope stray bullets don’t occur during the duel, Leon.”
“Gazelle, you certainly know how to say ominous things.”
“I’ve experienced a lot.”
You two still seem close—do you really have to duel? But contrary to my wishes, the two of them shook hands, declaring they’d fight fairly and took their positions.
With Leon collapsing, Will Brown stepped forward and spread his fingers, prompting the crowd to shout numbers… Wait, Will—what’s that glow stick in your waistband? I thought I saw a strange black dot on Lucilucil’s side, but were you mixed in with the Lucilucil Palace cheering section?
“One!”
Why are these people making this into such a festival atmosphere? A gunfight? People could die. And we have Eri as the successor now—my husbands don’t care either way?
“Two!”
With each number called, Lucilucil and Glen took a step backward. When they reached ten, they’d turn around and pull the trigger.
Though Glen had requested a rapid-fire duel, the man still seemed at a disadvantage. Glen limped with each step, leaning on his cane, so there would be that much delay when he turned around.
“Seven!”
Do we really have to do this?! I wanted to use my power transformation release right now to snatch that cylindrical magazine revolver from him, but I couldn’t because I didn’t know what murder method he’d bring next time.
Right, a gunfight is better anyway. Bullets can miss, and if they don’t hit a vital spot, treatment should be easy. We have Rocksburg’s physician, a master of surgery, and the Largol Priest, and above all, we have Macaon. It’ll be fine. It should be fine. Probably fine!
“Ten!”
Mother, I’m trembling so much I can’t watch—what do I do!
I was about to close my eyes, but it happened in an instant, and my mouth fell open. Glen didn’t even complete his turn—he just tilted his head slightly to confirm his target, then unlocked the safety with his left hand and pulled the trigger.
It was swift. Truly instantaneous. The gun barrel and hand were invisible from how fast it was. What was that, Glen? When did you learn to do that? It’s terrifying. And you even hit your target. Actually, you could have hit it without even looking, couldn’t you? The sideways glance was just for show?
Lucilucil took a bullet in the thigh but didn’t flinch and pulled the trigger. Wait, how much pain tolerance does he have? Normally, sudden acute pain would throw off your stance, wouldn’t it? More than that, Lucilucil—how is it fair to shoot after being hit? That’s cowardly!
“Ugh!”
Glen collapsed after taking Lucilucil’s bullet, and Lucilucil slumped to the ground, blood streaming down his leg. I jolted up from my seat in an instant, but I couldn’t rush toward either of them.
Even with my dull senses, I could tell that running to one side or the other would cause serious trouble.
“Jack! William! Bring my husbands here! Prepare the medical team!”
I don’t move. I won’t move even if it kills me. I am a stone monument waiting for her husband. I’ve taken root in this place.
Jack and William scooped up Glen and Lucilucil and brought them to me, and Macaon checked Glen’s condition first. The fact that Macaon went to Glen meant Glen’s injuries were more severe, didn’t it?
“Lucilucil shot him in the abdomen. It could be a fatal wound.”
Good heavens! How could you aim for a vital spot so late in the game! I wanted to strike Lucilucil on the back, but watching him extract the bullet while drenched in cold sweat, I couldn’t say a word.
So why did you do such a foolish thing, you idiots!
“I’m fine, Macaon.”
“If his organs are damaged, my power alone may not be enough. Hey, you charlatan over there! Lucilucil will heal with some salve, so come over here!”
“Why am I a charlatan! I am a devout follower of the great Joraab!”
“That’s exactly what a charlatan is.”
Should I really go check on Glen? Isn’t his condition more dangerous? My vow as a stone monument was beginning to crack when Glen fumbled around and slipped his hand inside his suit jacket, pulling out a metal plate. The plate was nearly pierced through by the bullet, but it seemed to have succeeded in minimizing the damage to his body—Glen’s abdomen only had minor burns and abrasions.
“Since Lucilucil would surely aim for vital spots, I took precautions.”
“The metal plate idea was mine!”
Well… yes… he did well, but… Glen, you’ve become quite the Rocksburg resident.
Knowing of this cowardly act, Lucilucil broke into a cold sweat and raged, but after receiving treatment and recovering somewhat, he moved his annoying lips.
“I never imagined you’d use a metal plate. It’s so smooth and flat like usual, with no trace of it whatsoever.”
“Feel free to complain all you like. I won the duel, so you’ll need to reflect seriously on this matter.”
Glen. You’ve truly become strong. To be able to smile after nearly dying just now. As punishment for the poison incident and for losing the duel, Glen demanded that Lucilucil kneel in front of Peter’s rabbit enclosure and spend time in reflection.
Since it was obvious he wouldn’t reflect on his own actions otherwise, Glen said he’d have him write a reflection essay and check it daily… but this was clearly a way to scold a child, so I expected Lucilucil to object. However, his reason for refusal came from an entirely different direction.
“I am the Crown Prince of Great Largol. I do not kneel.”
You begged on your knees for me not to leave when I was departing. The words nearly escaped my lips before I clamped my mouth shut. If I said that, Lucilucil would really sulk. He wouldn’t let me in at night for a while. I didn’t want that.
“Well, then…”
Are you willing to overlook the kneeling? You say you blocked it with the metal plate, but your abdomen nearly got pierced. How incredibly soft-hearted are you?
At Lucilucil’s comment about his pierced abdomen, Glen pondered for a moment before making another proposal.
“Then what about a chair? Since you’ll need to write a reflection essay, I’ll prepare a desk as well.”
“I won’t sit in an uncomfortable chair.”
“I’ll lay down velvet and stuff it with fluffy down cushions.”
“Well, if that’s the case…”
Lucilucil is quite demanding for someone being punished. More than that, isn’t that the thinking chair he’s imagining? No matter how I think about it, it seems like only a high-end thinking chair for Lucilucil will be created.
Once the compromise was settled, Lucilucil declared he would sit in the chair in front of Peter’s rabbit enclosure for reflection, and the people of Lucilucil Palace cried out in cheers.
And after Macaon finished treating all of Lucilucil’s wounds, he pleaded with me not to summon him to Rocksburg for trivial matters and left the mansion.
Having concluded the duel event relatively smoothly, we devoured the prepared breakfast and parted ways. The only one dissatisfied with the current situation was Leon, who was blowing on a champagne bottle.

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A few days later, when I took Lucilucil out for his model prisoner walk, he was sitting in a red, dignified, and luxurious chair writing a reflection essay. Jack Brown must have customized the chair to Lucilucil’s taste, but wasn’t that a throne rather than a chair? What would you even call it? A thinking throne?
“Lucilucil. How is the reflection essay coming along?”
“Not well. I haven’t done anything wrong, so I’m forced to write it, and I’m making no progress.”
You truly possess the world’s greatest talent for self-rationalization.
The man found sitting in the thinking throne tedious and began whimpering, then pulled me onto his lap and clung to me shamelessly, coaxing me. I asked him to speak well with Glen and reduce at least the duration, and while my heart yearned to grant that wish, this was the result of our wager, so the loser had no choice but to accept defeat gracefully.
“Don’t cling to me like that. If you keep doing this, I might end up doing it right in front of Peter.”
“That doesn’t bother me much. That rabbit keeps drooling while looking at me. Do you know why?”
Ah… now that I think about it, Lucilucil also harbored that darkness in his heart. Did Glen specify the location of the thinking throne with even this in mind?
“That is, actually, a long time ago…”
When I told him the old story of how Asterion was swallowed by the rabbit, Lucilucil became indignant.
“Is that Gazelle trying to kill me!”
“Lucilucil also shot at Glen’s ship. The Prince would have died without the iron plating.”
“I could have done that too!”
Truly… what would have become of you if you hadn’t come to Rocksburg? I’m grateful you weren’t released into the world. I embraced the man tightly both to comfort myself and to console Lucilucil.
“I don’t need such excuses to find you. Do you think I wouldn’t come to you without a reason? I’ll come until I’m very old and dead, until you tire of me.”
“That’s easy to say. I’ve seen one or two women forgotten by the Emperor.”
“Would someone of your stature be forgotten just because you forget them?”
“That’s something I don’t know.”
What am I to do with this pirate’s eye patch? When I look closely, he’s even more meticulous than Glen.

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