How to Protect the Heroine's Brother Episode 63
Finally, Deon, who was standing like a shadow in front of the door, moved.
His steps were directed to the front of the referee's room as both Rant and Roxana wanted.
But instead of raising his arms and blowing Roxana's neck, he held her hand out in front of him.
In fact, it was the betrayal of his son and daughter that he trusted the most.
Rant watched the scene with incredible, puffy eyes.
Knock knock!
"Sister!"
At that very moment, the door that had been tightly closed opened. It was Jeremy who jumped in between.
"You've been waiting, haven't you? I'm here...…."
But as soon as he came in, he saw the inside situation and hardened his face.
"What, what's this crap?"
Lant had some hope for Jeremy's reaction.
However, Jeremy's subsequent remarks shattered his expectations once again.
"Deon, you punk. Aren't you going to let go? Sana's right hand and left hand are all mine."
Jeremy gritted his teeth at Deon and ran towards Roxana. (Chill lil bro )
Jeremy seemed to have no interest in him, although he briefly looked at Rant, who had fallen to the floor.
"Unfortunately, Father. There's no one on your side in Agriche."
Roxana sat arrogantly as if she were a king from birth and looked down at Rant coldly.
"But don't worry too much."
Subsequently, a sweet smile rose on her face, contrary to her eyes.
However, a series of incoherent remarks were tantamount to a death sentence.
"He's still useful, so I won't kill him right now."
* * *
It's coming on.
A fierce wind blew through the deep forest where coniferous forests grew thick. It was a cold and sharp north wind as if it were flesh.
The red sun, which used to have an ominous feeling somewhere, has died, and night has come to the forest one step earlier than other lands.
There were those who waited for the right time quietly under the cover of darkness.
They were surrounding the mansion before Land Agriche returned.
There was a well-drawn example in the eyes that flashed cold like a broken piece of the moon.
"You're here."
Finally, the owner they were waiting for arrived.
A man who appeared without a rumor in the dark nodded his head small.
As he moved his arm, the scouts he had handled on his way here fell to the floor.
On the cold floor where the hay grew, there were Agrice's sewage workers who had been treated first.
"What's the situation?"
"It's been a little noisy inside."
Cool gold eyes watched the distant light.
"Shall we move?"
"Waiting for a moment."
Isidor, who was in charge until Cassis came, resigned in obedience to his master's order without expressing any doubt.
Cassis stared at the front with his cold eyes.
It's coming on.
The sound of the rough wind hung around my ears. The sound was just like an animal's howling.
It was a night when even winter animals in the forest huddled.
The fierce drive shook the branches of the tree.
Standing in the dark, however, the man did not shrink his shoulders once.
His cheeks and hands and feet were understandable in the cold as if they were freezing to the bone, but he didn't even feel the cold.
Like a hard rock wall, the body stood motionless, and there was sharp energy like a beast on the verge of hunting. The same was true of his eyes staring straight ahead.
Suddenly, white dust-like dust fell down in the dark, and snowflakes began to fly from the sky.
Like an illusion, a butterfly out of season quickly disappeared while touring the snowy night sky.
The cold gold eyes gave off a precocious glow.
Finally, the long-awaited order was given. Those who were waiting for the right time in the dark began to move with agility.
It was time to cut off the old bad relationship.
* * *
News of the success of the rebellion and the fall of Rant quickly spread throughout Agriche.
It was less than an hour after the party who attended the reconciliation meeting returned.
Naturally, the house was in great confusion.
Furthermore, it was not Pontine, the eldest son who had cluttered the mansion until just before Agriche took control.
"Everyone's running around like crazy. It's like a bunch of ants."
Agriche's eldest daughter, Griselda, laughed as she looked down at the busy people on the terrace.
She was one of the few to know that all this was Roxana's inner circle.
It was Griselda who set up a trap to trap Rant in the referee's room while he was away.
She didn't stand out in other ways, but she was talented in the designs of the sorcerers.
Thus, most of the sorcerers currently used in Agriche were made from her hands.
"Roxana, she's not normal either."
Griselda's current situation was very exciting.
If I had known Roxana was such a funny girl, she would have been next to her sooner.
It was Roxana, Deon, and Jeremy who actually took control of Agriche now.
Deon was the representative of the revolt known to others now, but Griselda knew it was Roxana who moved him.
She had already taken over the real power of the mansion.
The soldiers that Pontine tried to raise were not really following his orders. The missing soldiers were also in the hands of Roxana.
Griselda also helped drive Lant out after her.
It's not because there was another reason, but because it would be fun.
In a way, she betrayed his father, but she didn't feel anything like guilt.
She didn't have any loyalty to keep anyway.
Lant was a man who could kill his own children if needed. In fact, there were several children who he disposed of and killed. (Making him taste his own medicine )
Then isn't the opposite possible enough?
Born and raised under Lant, the children of Agriche, including Griselda, did not know family love.
In particular, it was hard to find a friendship between brothers and sisters.
It was natural that they were thrown into the competitive structure of the jungle and had to survive with their own abilities.
To be honest, they had a family, but it was only natural.
Perhaps if there were no rules banning murder among families, the mansion would have remained a scene of slaughter.
For that reason, none of the brothers decided to save Lant's death.
At first, they were greatly surprised and embarrassed at the news that Rant, who they thought was the absolute ruler of Agriche, had been dismissed.
Soon, however, most of the brothers were very interested in this new game that they had never imagined before.
Among them were brothers who offered to put Rant in the room of punishment as they had been.
However, the housewives of the mansion seemed to be somewhat confused by the current situation.
Griselda was an axis in which the head was quite extraordinary.
So she soon noticed that all this was going back to nothing meaningless.
"There will be one of the greatest parties in history tonight in Agriche."
Griselda left the terrace smiling happily.
* * *
"What? Is that true?"
Sierra tried to calm her surprised heart.
However, the pounding heart did not sink easily. This is because what she heard from the maid a while ago was so surprising.
Of course. What she heard was that Rant, the absolute power of Agriche, was detained by Deon.
However, Sierra's opinion was that her daughter must be involved in this.
She got up from her seat, walked around the room anxiously for a while, and then decided.
"I need to go to Sana right now."
Beth, Sierra's maid, dried her with a puzzled look.
"Madam, the interior of the house is quite crowded right now. It's better to wait until the atmosphere calms down a little more...…."
knock, knock
It was then that a knock was heard outside the door.
Sierra, who was standing nearby, shook Beth and opened the door herself.
She subsequently paused at the sight of the woman.
"You are..."
The woman standing outside the door bowed politely to Sierra.
"It's been a long time, madam."
She was Emily, the shadow of Roxana.
Emily, who raised her head, opened her mouth again and said to Sierra.
"I came by the order of Lady Roxana."