How to Protect Female Protagonist's Brother Chapter 52
7. The season of destruction and revival
〈… … what?>
Silvia asked stupidly because she couldn't believe what she had heard.
Her complexion was extremely pale. But Jeremy didn't seem to notice that Sylvia's face was whitened, and she replied. The truth from Jeremy Agriche's mouth was terrifying. As she listened to him, she was dizzy in front of her, and her stomach was nauseous and could not stand. What Agriche's people did to her brother was not something that could be done in a human mask. From the time she decided to find her missing brother herself, she thought maybe she might be waiting for her truth at the end of this road she never wanted to admit. She was so prepared to face the death of her brother on the one hand of her heart. But it wasn't like this. Nothing like this existed anywhere in her imagination. At least her brother's last was something like this... … . As Jeremy uses her swarm, she grabbed Silvia's hand and whispered. She was clear and nautical like a child whose face was unstained and innocent. At that moment, in her Silvia, her feelings of her blackness, which she had not even known existed to her until now, sprouted. It took root and grew in no time, producing a poisonous flower. 〈… … Hit it.) squash! Sylvia buried the hand of Jeremy who touched her. Jeremy froze as he saw Silvia's poisonous biting eyes for the first time in her life. Sylvia was showing him terrifying anger. Jeremy was panicked and restless, and soon apologized, as if he realized the reason she was so angry. ``I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Silvia. If I had known it was your brother, I wouldn't have done that. Really! But I didn't know then. So don't be angry. Huh?> But in fact, Jeremy didn't really understand her anger from Silvia. Because for him, her brother was just a contender to be beaten, and she wasn't something to feel sad about after her death. So she told Jeremy that she had never understood for a single moment that Sylvia was wandering in search of her missing brother for her years or her missing. So she wasn't serious about her apologizing to Sylvia now, it was just that she was quick to keep her planting off. Then he looked at Sylvia, reluctantly as if he had come up with something of her. Sylvia now feels ridiculous about all of this, so she is dry. Jeremy smiled as her Sylvia laughed, reassuringly following her, pulling the tail of her mouth. Her face was so sickly disgusting that she couldn't stand it. Sylvia shouted coldly as she saw Jeremy reaching her hand toward herself again. 〈I'm going to kill you, Jeremy Agriche.〉 At that moment, Jeremy's hand stopped high in her air. Sylvia spoke to Jeremy, who slowly began to change her expression. It seemed to flow from her chest, which had been trampled and burnt black without any reason. Jeremy's face, which had become her contemplation, looked disgustingly strong and pathetic. Sylvia wanted to spit her in the face. These sinners did not even repent of killing her precious man so cruelly. 〈All the humans of Agriche who killed our brother.〉 So she didn't even think about Sylvia's forgiveness. Eyes for her eyes, teeth for teeth, blood for blood, death for death. Thus, to those who have not even made this embarrassment, I will give an end worthy of it. On that day, the white embers, which had never extinguished no matter what adversity, had always been shining in her, finally flashed completely. 『The Flower of Hell』 * * * It was a midwinter when the world was covered with pure white color. "Fuck." The man who had just exited the corridor after closing the door swears like a chew. Are you now in your mid-20s? The young man with dark hair and gray eyes was Agriche's eldest son, Fontaine. Fontine, who had just escaped from his father Land Agriche's room, was in a very low mood. The reason his planting was uncomfortable was that all the balls of his joint mission went to Deon. Of course, it was true that Deon played a big role in this drug trafficking. Perhaps if he couldn't smell the sneaky rat, he could have been a big upset in the middle. However, it was Fontaine who made this deal in the first place. However, it was unfair that he gave all the credit to Deon just by sweeping out a group of rats. I knew that my father, Land Agriche, favored Theon to the extent that he was usually blatant, but every time this happened, the fever soared. Wow! Fontaine broke the ornaments in the hallway with an iron fist. Thinking that this would be Deon's head. As if they were familiar with them, they cleaned up the debris left over where Fontaine left. * * * Fontaine walked out of his mansion without going into his room. He was thinking of slaughtering a monster in order to change his mood. He would be okay to pull out and play with the slaves in the basement of the mansion, but today it was unlikely that this filthy mood would improve without seeing the proper blood. "Brister Fontaine, if you're going to go out, call an attendant… … ." "Because everything is bothersome, get off. Instead of the monster, just follow the one you want to cut." Then, the popular chuck who was following him ended. Really, knowing the personality of Fontaine who will remain even after he literally put it into practice, no one dared to follow him. Fontine left Agriche and headed for the border. Wheeey. A cold winter breeze was blowing outside. The blizzard coming across the forest was mixed with the dark energy of the north. Fontaine's arrival was at the northwest border. Upon reaching the monster's habitat, he pulled out the great sword he was carrying on his back. "It would be better not to go there." But just as Fontaine was about to step forward, the slender voice in his eyes passed by his ears. Although he wasn't that loud, he had no choice but to look back. The voice contained such a strange power. "Because I've already done it, I don't have a piece of bone left." Fontaine belatedly recognized that the sweet scent was gently mixed in the air of the frozen forest. The next moment in his sight, it was a woman wearing a white fur cape. Her golden hair flowing out of her, in her snowflakes scattered, she shimmered and fluttered like light powder. As she moved her hand to take off her hat, her face was revealed as white as snow. The woman half-covered in the shadows cast by the forest was amazingly beautiful. Fontaine paused without knowing for a moment. "Roxana. What are you doing here?" It was Fontaine's half-sister, Roxana, who appeared in the forest.