How to Protect the Heroine's Brother Episode 62
For a moment, my bones became clear.
It was around the time that Pontine began to plan to hit Rant's back in earnest when he began to gather soldiers.
Come to think of it, Rant's attitude toward Fontine has become chilly since then.
But did you know so early on that Pontine had a different mind?
"And that's not all. Will you recite all the tricks you've been secretly doing so far here? Do you really think I don't know any of those troublemakers?"
"Oh, Father."
"How ridiculous you must have been to me. Yeah, did I look that stupid in your eyes?"
Unable to contain his anger, Lant lifted Pontine's collar. A hard hand slashed Fontine's cheek mercilessly.
Otherwise, Rant was on edge because of Cassis's work at the Society of Harmony.
Pontine was like putting his head in front of Sunrant's eyes to kill him as the day went.
"Get it."
Rant held his lively eyes fixed on Pontine and reached out to his wife who had dragged him.
Rant's eyes were filled with a bright glow.
Suha, who received Rant's order, quickly gave him what he had prepared in advance.
"But this time I see you have at least one talent that a Borough would use."
Rant held a knife with a sharp edge in his hand and asked in a bleak voice.
"Where are the soldiers that you stole from me while I was away?"
Pontine opened his eyes at the words.
"That's, uh, what...… a stolen army.…."
How plausible his pretentious face was, he looked like a person who had nothing to do with this.
"I, I don't know...…."
Deep down!
Lant had no hesitation in putting the blade into Fontine's hand.
"Argh!"
A scream erupted in front of him, but Lant's face remained unshaken.
"Yes, son. I didn't teach you to talk easily because you couldn't handle this much pain."
There was no mercy or affection in his eyes.
"Let's see if you don't tell me when I cut off your limbs."
Rant was indeed unruly.
He never tolerated a traitor, and it was no exception to being his child.
When the knife in his hand was twisted and pulled out, Pontine's mouth screamed once again.
Roxana quietly looked down at the blood on the floor.
The red blood that flowed out of Pontine slowly expanded, reaching Rant's shoes.
Fontine was so conscious of Lant and Deon that he didn't even realize she was here.
"Father."
So when Roxana called Lant, Fontaine raised his head foolishly, as if he had heard a very unexpected sound.
"I don't think you need to waste any more time."
Rant looked away when he heard it.
Roxana was looking at Rant and Fontine with a very peaceful face.
Looking at their faces, I even misunderstood that they were not in the referee's room, but in the spring garden.
"Did you find it?"
Roxana just smiled at Rant's question.
In fact, it was Roxana who pre-announced the work of Pontine.
So Lant kept an eye on Fontine for a while and was able to grasp all of his tricks behind him.
Rant, of course, didn't think Roxana was very helpful.
Even if he didn't know about Pontine's work in advance, it didn't occur to him that he would have been beaten by his son like a puppy.
However, it was quite satisfactory in terms of efficiency to have Deon listen to Roxana and put him under surveillance to prevent Pontine's rebellion in advance.
"Well done, that's very quick. As expected, my daughter...…."
Stopped.
But Lant could not finish his sentence.
This is because what followed in his sight made his eyes suspicious.
Again.
The sound of the heels hitting the marble floor resonated in the quiet room.
It was a large chair in the front of the referee's room that took a light step, just as Roxana went on a walk.
On the other hand, the seat, which looked like a throne, was a place where only Rand, the owner of the family, could sit.
"...what are you doing right now?"
Roxana surprisingly rose to its only throne prepared for the king of Agriche without any hesitation.
"I've always wanted to sit down."
An island-som-oksu, which seems to be made by cutting pearls, brushed the armrest of a chair with colorful jewels with a soft touch.
"I've always wondered how it feels to look down here."
The words that came out of her mouth were so natural that Rant couldn't even think of getting angry for a moment.
The same was true of Pontine, who was dumbfounded.
Now Roxana was doing crazy things so casually.
Then Roxana's red eyes went back to Rant in front of him.
"Looking up like this...…."
The next moment, a honey-sweet smile came to my red lips, which seemed to have flowers.
"Your father looks pretty small, too?"
Rant's face began to crack.
"You..."
Like a cracked fraud bowl, bitter cold hit my face with broken composure.
"Are you disrespecting me now?"
Red eyes, such as loneliness, were waving roughly as if they would chew on Roxana and swallow it.
Roxana slanted her eyes when she saw it.
"Don't be so angry, Father."
With only this much work, the smiling face was completely gone.
"Dad, have you ever doubted it?"
The voice in the referee's room became smaller and denser as if whispering sweet wheat.
"It's all a play I've worked hard on for my father."
At that moment, a meaningless ominousness passed through the mouth of Lant's heart.
"What's that...."
Finally, Roxana collected the illusion that it was in this space where they are now.
Salang. (An sfx)
Butterflies, who had never known they were there until now, flew up from the floor where Pontine's blood was concentrated.
Oh, my God!
There was a red storm in sight once.
It was a huge sorcerer who had been hidden by fantasy that appeared shortly thereafter.
As soon as Lant found it, he seemed to quickly realize his situation. He tried to get out of his seat in a hurry.
"Roxana, how dare you...…! Huck!"
But as soon as he took the first step, the sorcerer started.
A white light that gave off a sacred feeling exploded in front of me. However, neither the condition of invoking the magic nor its effectiveness were sacred.
The blood-mediated sorcery was completed as soon as Rant saw the blood of his son, Pontine, on the sorcerer's and as soon as Lant, who was involved in magic, tried to get out of there, he met the conditions of invocation.
"Oh, my God…!"
Lant fell to the floor like a man, even if he was crushed by a huge meteorite. A great deal of gravity poured down on it like a bombardment.
Roxana looked down at him with her eyes as if she were a king judging a sinner, just as Rant had done so far.
"So why did you let your guard down in front of me?"
Rant moved his blood-stained eyes forward even under such terrible pressure that he couldn't lift a finger.
"It was my father who personally informed me that the affection and faithfulness between my parents and children were all in vain."
It was none other than Roxana who drew Lant's attention to Pontine and then tried to make a real conspiracy behind him.
Lant finally realized the fact.
The black veins burst and the white-colored snow flew to the true traitor and was nailed.
If he could tear a person to death with just his eyes, he would have been so young that he could live like that a hundred times.
However, Roxana smiled at Rant's appearance.
"Well, I've been good at wagging my tail in front of you, haven't I?"
Funny, Rant's feelings in his eyes were a sense of betrayal.
However, it was not a sense of betrayal toward her daughter, but rather a feeling when he was bitten by a dog.
Roxana, of course, thought, either way, was funny either way.
"De...on...…."
To his surprise, Rant spoke in an open voice even when he was about to be crushed.
It was, of course, a small pawk that managed to squeeze out, and Rant's mouth had an incomparable amount of blood vomited.
"Right now, that...…."
"Deon, come here."
Roxana was willing to open her mouth and trampled on Rant's voice.
Rant seemed to think that Deon standing far away was his last lifeline.
But it was a stupid idea.
If Deon was going to help Lant, he would have moved from his seat earlier.
Deon was staring down at Lant, who had no idea what he was thinking.