“Suddenly you have somewhere to go…”
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No matter how tall a person is, Marika makes a slightly bewildered face of such an outrageous request.“I’ll explain it later, but I’ll have to give it to my companion first.”
However, no matter how she looked, the answer was as if she had already decided, and she only threw a cold word.
“By the way, brother… Why are you like this? Are your clothes soaked…”
Despite the unfair treatment that Marika receives, she shows a very kind attitude, looks at his condition, and makes worried eyes…
“Don’t worry, I don’t have time, so just follow me.”
It makes me sad to see Marika cringing at the cold reaction, which is hard to believe that they are siblings who share blood.
“But it’s because he doesn’t look really good, right now, that’s on his right arm… Is it a wound?! He’s even bleeding…”
Whoa!
“Ugh?!”
However, the prince, who felt disgusted with the conversation that didn’t work before, as if her favor was not needed and was of no help, forcibly grabbed her by the shoulder.
“Listen… you just have to shut up and follow me, I have no intention of sympathizing with your trivial feelings, so just follow along…”
Marika didn’t touch her nerves, but rather worried about his ill condition and wanted to help somehow.
“Hold on..! It hurts! Okay, let me go…!”
Marika, who was able to free herself from his grasp without any resistance, only after pleading for mercy in a weak voice.
“Ah!”
As she wished, Abram let her go, but threw her to the floor so wildly.
“Ugh…”
However, despite the inferior treatment of a servant, he only suppressed his moaning in the bitter pain, and did not feel any resentment or negative emotions toward him.
“I said I’ve grown up enough that I’m not what I used to be, but you’re still the same.
“……”
Abram, who sits wretchedly on the floor and takes a step behind her, who remains silent despite the most humiliating remarks.
“Follow me, if you want to help me so much, I’ll finally make that wish come true.”
Marika slowly wakes up despite unkind words to the point of not being able to tell whether it is encouragement or booing.
“let’s go together…”
The atmosphere was so different from the way she appeared to the public… She was confident in everything, and sometimes arrogant, and nevertheless, it made me question whether she was the one who wanted to give the least consideration to others.
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10 years ago…
“Brother!!”
A very young-looking girl crosses the wide hallway and shouts with a lively and innocent voice that matches her figure.
“Brother Abram, come with me!”
The king’s second child with long blonde hair, white skin like white jade, and a monotonously designed dress that does not obscure his beautiful appearance.
He was running towards his older brother, whom he admired very much, with a young look that was not appropriate for his age.
“Marika?”
Her footsteps are in front of a boy, and as if proving that they are of the same blood, the hair color is the same blonde and the eldest son of the royal family one year older than her.
“Hehe…! Are you on the way to practice magic, brother? I want to go with you too!”
Marika, who seems to have run out in a hurry, is gasping for breath and begging as if clinging to her own older brother.
“Hmm…”
The younger brother seems to show a lot of interest in his older brother, but the person who receives such gazes does not seem to like it.
“Please, can’t you take me…?”
He was a really innocent little child, looking like a fool and earnestly wishing that his wishes would be granted.
“Okay, if you want.”
On the contrary, the Crown Prince, who is at most one year older, has an adult attitude that is not appropriate for his age, and allows Marika to accompany him in an atmosphere that is calmer than necessary and momentarily cold.
“Thank you bro! This time I will prove that I am really strong!”
Unlike Abram, who had no idea what he was hiding, she was simple enough to see how she was feeling and what she was thinking.
“……”
What kind of eyes are you looking at Marika in those eyes that seem to have no emotions?
Probably no one but Abram himself would know.
◆◆◆
thud…
Crude-looking magic and weak firepower predictable from what you see
At first, it was a magic that was thrown towards the target, but at some point the direction changed, and in the end, it went completely wrong.
“Ah…! I’m sure I got it right last time…”
Marika is dying of grass with a lingering sigh as if lamenting over her disappointing magic skills.
“……”
However, Abram just silently stretched out his hand, ignoring the sad woman as if he had no interest in whatever she was doing or doing.
“Blast, flaming sphere, fireball”
A fireball with too much magical power compared to Marika, a clean chant and a chanting without any fuss, and accurately flies towards the target.
Quang!
Black smoke fills the area with a roar that accompanies the explosion.
“Wow…!”
The scene where smoke like fog quickly spreads out is a scene that proves that his magic is first-class considering his age. Of course, the target has disappeared, and the place where the target is placed is as if a hollow puddle has formed and has been devastated. Only the sandy floor remained
“Awesome bro! That’s some great magic!”
Marika begins to admire Abram, who showed a very unusual talent, with sparkling eyes, unlike herself, who showed a miserable appearance.
“……”
However, despite such praise, the Crown Prince, who did not move at all, seemed to treat her almost like an invisible person.
“Brother Abram…”
Did he feel sorry for his older brother who ignored him… or was he frustrated by the clear difference…
Suddenly, in a powerless manner, he mumbles his name.
“Can I be as great as my brother?”
With such worries, he opened his pathetic eyes as if he was half asking for his comfort, but he gave only a short answer without giving him anything.
“Well.”
very rude answer
“Someday I wish I could be strong enough to be of help to my brother…”
However, despite this, as she delivered her goal, Marika looked at the distant mountain.
◆◆◆
Compared to the other siblings, I was truly incompetent.
A really poor talent compared to a strong blood inheritance
Skills that do not improve no matter how much you learn, dullness that leads emotions in any situation, and an unfriendly tendency that only conflicts with others every time.
Unlike the title of the eldest daughter of the royal family, she was pushed aside even by her younger siblings who had just displayed magical talent, and her virtues were also treated as children.
The talent that keeps walking no matter how much time passes, and the brothers and sisters who are developing day by day unlike me…
Combining these reasons, I was evaluated as the most incompetent child in the royal family, and was ranked the lowest in the succession to the throne.
That is why I respected my brother, who was enjoying everything in the opposite direction to my situation.
Unlike me, I have an incomparable talent from birth, the intelligence to quickly and rationally judge in any situation, and the leadership ability to win and lead people.
He was a genius who possessed everything he should have as a king at a young age, and he was the first person in the succession right that no one questioned, and he was a perfect fit for the future heir to the throne.
Unlike me, who was incompetent who only had a name, he was an excellent older brother, so I respected and followed him all the time.
In order to become a person like my brother, I always stayed by his side, watched, learned what I lacked, and tried to become a better being.
Thanks to that, I was definitely able to improve… More than that, what imprinted on me was a strong respect for my brother.
The goal of following my brother who is respected by everyone and helping him someday has been established in me from a certain moment.
“Marika, it’s time to train, won’t you come with me?”
“I have no reason to refuse if you want.”
At first, my brother also reciprocated me with a good image and followed him sincerely as a really close brother and sister…
“Don’t worry about me.”
“Whether or not…”
“No matter what you do, you don’t have to bother me.”
At some point, he started rejecting me.
As if dealing with the enemy, there was only disregard and hatred.
“Marika…”
Then one day, when he personally summoned me, I was convinced of the feelings I had doubted myself.
“Brother…?”
That the perception of my brother within me is changing all the time…
“Listen, I don’t care whether you follow me around or leave.”
His vivid image that I still vividly remember, his cold eyes staring at him with so much coldness and contempt.
“But… if you disturb me, I won’t let you go.”
My older brother made me feel afraid because of her overtly wary attitude…
“That… but…”
Only then did I realize.
“I… I want to learn from my brother…”
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Now that the reason for following him is not out of respect, but out of fear…◆◆◆
A hidden underground tunnel that no one knows about in the academy
“Brother… where are we going now…”
Marika’s unconfident voice resounds quietly.
“Marika”
However, unlike her, Abram seemed calm enough to get goosebumps.
“I knew you were going to force me.”
“yes…?”
Abram delivers sudden and shocking words
“Aren’t you always puzzled by yourself? You follow my words and feel unworthy of what I said, but you pushed yourself and followed me.”
“If you didn’t like it, you could have avoided it in the first place, and you tried to follow me even if you were afraid.”
As the atmosphere became increasingly harsh, Marika felt something, and a cold sweat began to flow.
“Do you know why you do that?”
“…..”
Marika, who swallows dry saliva in response to Abram’s question, waits for his words without answering.
shudder! shudder!
However, what came back was not his answer, but a black corrupted chain.
“What?!”
Marika herself screamed in embarrassment at the unexpected situation, but it was already too late.
“It is because you are born with the instinct of the weak.”
Too late to reply, Abram was smiling, but on the other hand he hated her.
“The weak are instinctively designed to follow the strong. For their own safety, no matter how much they hate it, they are foolish beings that will disappear and be used by the strong.”
“Ugh…! Brother?! What the hell are you doing…!”
Abram, who was chasing her in chains and hurling her steps, stopped in front of a door.
“He’s the kind of person I really hate, but it’s unacceptable to say that he’s my younger brother… no matter how close we are.”
Tickle!
When the door is opened, purple smoke pours into the room, and the evil soot that gives you goosebumps just by touching your skin is on Marika’s nerves.
“But… it’s commendable that I can benefit from such a personality.”
A place that may be familiar to Marika, a huge underground facility filled with corrupted energy that makes it difficult to breathe.
“As you have said since you were little, you will be of help to me for the first time today.”
“…!!”
In the memories that come back to life like a nightmare, she opens her eyes and begins to deny reality to the extent that she wants to believe that the person she is seeing is a fake.
“Brother…”
It could have been a place where he had been kidnapped once in the past, but it could have been a completely different place with the same appearance.
“From now on, you will be sacrificed to a sublime ritual.”
Marika, who can’t keep her mouth shut, feels a deep sense of despair when the dream she wished didn’t come true…
“I hope my brother…”
Maybe he wanted to hold on to a vain hope, or did he not understand the situation…
“Were you a heretic…?”
reveal his identity.