How to Protect Female Protagonist's Brother chapter 55
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"It took longer than I thought."
Upon returning to her room, a quiet voice greeted Roxana.
After an instant pause, Roxana moved her hand again and closed the door.
With a sweet and quiet sound, the inside of the room became a closed space again.
"Is there so many stories to share with her father?"
The man sat on the sofa in a natural appearance as if he were the owner of the room.
The inside of the room was dark even though it was not yet time for the sun to fall, perhaps because of a blizzard outside.
So the figure of a man putting his arm on his armrest and wearing his chin also appeared as a black mass.
Of course, Roxana could easily know who he was without having to look at her face.
Besides, even before she entered this room, she had already foreshadowed this moment.
"I don't think you're waiting this way, and you're intentionally late."
Roxana shouted as if she was sorry, then she approached him.
"Yes, I heard the news that I was back. It's been a long time, Deon."
Deon, who returned after completing his official duties with Fontaine, stared at Roxana as he approached him.
Soon her Roxana's hand reached Deon. He was touched by Roxana, still sitting with his chin on her sofa.
"You said you did what I told you to do very well. Fontaine was firmly angry. It's like my smart dog."
The touch on Deon's face was very soft and tender. The voice whispering in my ear was as sweet as that.
However, she looked colder at him than the northern winds from outside.
"But sometimes stupid legion. Even though he said that he didn't have to come to report to me in this way."
She added poignantly with Roxana's face with her chilling smile.
"Don't I say it's disgusting every time I see your face?"
Finally, Deon moved his body.
His sturdy hands covered his fragile hands covering his cheeks.
He energized his grasp with a strong grip and, like Roxana, wore a chilled smile around her mouth.
"The words and actions still play separately. It's been a while since it's been a while, so it's nice. Should I even say thank you for the welcome?"
Two pairs of red eyes shone in a dark room.
Deon, who had been vacating the mansion for a long time, hasn't been a long time since we faced this face.
However, as usual, there was no warm conversation between the two.
"Why don't you like it?"
Roxana slowly opened her mouth again without even attempting to get the hand out of Deon's hold.
However, the reason for being so quiet did not mean conformity.
"But it can't be helped. I still hate you crazy."
Thorns were embedded in the soft whispers. The thorn was obviously anxious because it couldn't stab the person he was facing.
"And you want to have a country like that. Be sorry too."
A deeper smile appeared on Roxana's face. Her long, golden hair waved along her tilted head.
"Even now, seeing that as soon as I came back to the mansion, I ran straight like this, I guess I missed you a lot?"
Deon was silent for a while, looking at her beautiful face in her sight.
The stillness in the room was heavy and damp. Anyone didn't know how cool it was, and when I opened the door, I immediately felt a suffocation, and it was a dense silence.
"You always scratch me in this way."
After a while, Deon's mouth, which had been tightly closed, slowly opened.
A cold, chilly voice flowed from him. His gaze at Roxana was also frozen.
"You wouldn't be good either because you made me angry."
Roxana still looked down at Deon with a smile.
She said she wanted to see her crying if she was now able to understand Deon's words.
She felt satisfied every time she saw Deon's angry face like Roxana.
"Don't do that face. Still, unlike Fontaine, you treat me sincerely."
Roxana whispered in a soothing tone, as if when she had gently raised theon.
"Yes, you aren't on the same level as Fontaine in many ways. But from your point of view, would it have been better if what you wanted from me was a simple libido relief like Fontaine?"
Of course, her words that followed still contained content contrary to the gentle tone.
A smile with her sensational ridicule hit Deon's sight.
"Of course, no matter how much you want, I won't let you lick my instep once."
The pressure on Roxana's hands increased.
The place that was caught by her Deon was painful, but she had a calm face as if she did not feel any pain.
"So Deon, it will be harder to get what you really want to have."
Subsequently, Roxana twisted her wrist slightly, freeing her from the power that had held her.
Her Deon's hand let go of what had been held in it so easily, unbelievable that she had such a strong coercion a little while ago.
"But don't give up, and if you try harder, you may not know. Maybe someday I'll give out a piece of my heart with the feeling of being red."
The voice that whispered like that had a pure white color.
The same was true for a beautiful face that didn't look like a spot.
She could be believed to be an angel by appearance alone, but in fact she was more like a demon, not an angel.
"So please make me more fun."
The beautiful demon whispered sweetly to Deon. A voice that was fragrant like honey soon became a swampy swamp and wrapped around him.
There was no way to get out of there by myself.
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The five-family reconciliation meeting held once a year at the beginning of the year came three days ahead.
The families attending the reconciliation were Fedelian of the Blue, Whiperion of the White, Gasthor of the Red, Agriche of Black, and Bertium of Hwang.
The place where this meeting was held, "Wygdrasil," was a demilitarized and neutral zone in the center of the continent.
What they, the rulers of the world, did as they come together was literally promoting harmony among families.
I was going to accompany Landt Agriche and Jeremy there. Deon was going to be there, but he would arrive later than us because of something else.
I thought that Deon's schedule was delayed, so I would rather not have him come to the reconciliation meeting.
"Huh. What kind of nerds will you have when you go to a meeting?"
Jeremy, who became an adult this year and was allowed to attend the reconciliation meeting for the first time, was very interested.
Well, as a person who has experienced it a year earlier, that meeting has only a big name, but it's not particularly fun.
But she didn't want to break her colic by telling the expectant Jeremy she was useless, so she just decided to shut her mouth.
So we headed to the Yggdrasil where the reconciliation meeting was held.
It took almost two days to arrive.
As soon as I entered the neutral zone, the first thing I noticed was a stone pillar and a huge gate that resembled a world tree as its name suggests.
The moment our carriage passed under it, a strange sensation spread to the body.
"What, now?"
Jeremy frowned to see if he felt it too. I explained to him what I knew.
"It's because of the shamans hanging all over the land. Because this is a neutral zone."
Uggdrasil was basically prohibited from bringing in weapons, and the use of other unusual abilities was prohibited.
About 500 years ago, I heard that a person belonging to the Whiperion family of Baek used the ability to communicate with the beast to destroy this place.
After that, it is said that a huge shaman was engraved on the entire Yggdrasil.
From the time I came here to summon the poison butterfly last year, it seemed that the shaman was playing a role in disturbing the connection with the monster or the pet.
Even if I didn't know well, it was obvious that the use of other abilities was also interfering in this way.
But there were also blind spots.
"Roxana, do you understand your role?"
"Of course."
After some time we got off the wagon.
Landt Agriche looked at me and made a last call. I nodded to him, meaning I knew.
Today is the first day of the reconciliation meeting. This meeting was scheduled to last for the next three days.
And during that time, I was planning to become Landt's ear and play a spy.
The blind spot of the shamans I mentioned earlier was that you had to summon and bring in the monsters before stepping on the land of Yggdrasil.
Of course, if I openly bring in a conspicuous monster, I will be restrained, but hiding a few butterflies and entering it was not obvious.
Probably, the ancestors who made this shaman do not consider the case of unusual monsters such as poison butterflies.
Of course, even so, playing monsters in this created a considerable physical burden.
So, only a few butterflies were all I could use. In addition, all other abilities were sealed, so at best, they could only be used as a messenger.
But that was enough to do what Landt Agriche wanted.
Of course, they were very sensitive 5 families, so it was dangerous to attach butterflies directly to them.
Instead, I planned to plant butterflies in an inconspicuous place in this castle where the reconciliation was held.
In that way, you could watch people's movements, listen to their conversations, and if you learn important information, you could tell Landt.
It was something I had done without difficulty last year, and even then, Landt was very impressed with me.
The information I gave him was almost skipped about important things, but it was quite funny that he was satisfied without knowing it.
Anyway, as Fontaine thought, Landt wasn't just bringing me to a meeting to use as an ornament.
Besides, my usual job was to remain invisible because it was usually a secret mission.
But, in fact, the most useful thing I use to do with poison butterfly is when I'm monitoring Landt.
Even though my dear dad hadn't noticed.
"father. I've been in the carriage for a long time and I'm tired. Can I go and rest first?"
"Yes, I do."
"Sister, go with me."
For the task of planting butterflies, Landt hastened the schedule considerably. So it seemed that we were the first guests to arrive in Yggdrasil.
I took Jeremy and walked into the huge castle that stood tall in front of me.