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The unusual energy felt from afar became even stronger as I passed through the main gate.

“Ugh…”

Yoru touched his temple and stammered.

She is naturally strong against demonic energy. He is even stronger now that he has trained repeatedly and worked hard to subdue demonic beasts along with Siriel.

Still, I felt dizzy. There was no doubt that the strangeness of the energy scattered in Dawn Castle was not unusual.

Of course, what was strange wasn’t just the creepy, evil energy.

‘Why isn’t it coming out?’

Siriel’s eyes scanned the quiet castle. Memories of childhood, and memories of coming-of-age ceremonies.

Dawn Castle is managed by demons, and anyone is expected to come out to meet them when an outsider’s approach is confirmed. There are no exceptions to this, no matter how much of the family a member is, and Siron, whom the devils love so much, was also welcomed by Encia.

“…I was hoping for rain.”

Seira laughed weakly. Even if Yura and Lucia are unable to contact each other, she is not the one to blindly decide that something big has happened.

This is Seira, who had been here before coming to Siriel. I thought it was all for naught, but the problem still persisted on my second visit.

A preliminary search conducted two days ago. Back then and now, no one came out to meet me, and the terrible mood only got worse.

“There’s nothing more to see.”

Siriel, sword drawn, trudged forward. No matter how much you talk about it outside, nothing will change.

Knowing that this is an abnormal situation, I just destroy everything.

Clap-

I opened the door as if it were going to be torn off entirely, but the front door of the Dawn Castle opened with ridiculous ease. As expected, there is no sign of popularity in the hallway that extends endlessly on both sides.

No, I can feel it.

It was hard to notice from the outside because of the vomiting energy, but after sneaking in, it was vague. I realized that there was a huge energy swirling together.

Three giant whirlpools. They do not all have the same energy, but each shows off their individuality.

There is one place where a stuffy and disgusting energy emanates.

There is one place where positive energy radiates out of nowhere.

There is one place where two conflicting energies clash, as if creating light and shadow.

‘…Is the last one your brother?’

If we were to analyze the degree to which it was felt, there was nothing that could be identified as poetry.

But Siriel had no choice but to think that way.

In her experience, Siron Prien was always the human being at the center of the struggle.

The 1st Prince’s Rebellion.

Suppression of heresy.

Kidnapping of the empress, disappearance, etc.

Even though he was disabled and unable to use mana, he never hesitated to step forward whenever an incident occurred. By the time news came to Siriel, the incident was either in progress or had already ended.

-Eh? Isn’t that complete darkness?

For a moment, I remembered the nonsense my friend Gracie had said, but immediately shook my head to dismiss it.

And Siriel’s steps began to speed up.

Siriel was unable to fight alongside Siron due to the unwanted title of the Empire’s Best Sword. Because she is busy with official duties, it is always up to Lucia to be active next to her brother.

The corners of Siriel’s mouth went up slightly as she was running, because deep down she didn’t like him.

‘This time, I’ll show my brother a cool side…!’

From the moment she pictured this wonderful performance in her mind, Siriel’s mind was filled with the ideal situation of fighting next to Siron.

The room we arrived at at the end of the rapidly changing scenery was a prison cell at the end of the castle’s basement. Seira’s expression, which had been following the mood for the first time in a long time, became a little sour. Without hesitation, Siriel shattered the thick iron door and entered.

“Oppa! I came to help…?”

But how did this happen? In the prison, there was no sight of Siron’s nose, let alone the event that Siriel had hoped for.

What you see instead are two women hanging upside down on a torture device.

It was so embarrassing that her skirt was turned upside down because she was hanging, exposing her bald mountain.

‘…What is this?’

“Yura!”

While Siriel was dumbfounded, Seira was scared and ran towards the two.

“No, what in the world is this! What a bastard! What kind of bastard would do such a horrible thing!!”

As I got closer, the situation became even more serious.

torture.

Among them, sexual torture causes trauma that causes people to commit suicide. The liquid that has dried on the bare mountain is such blatant evidence.

It may seem like a fuss, but Seira is a living witness who experienced the great war 500 years ago.

I knew what torture was.

The type, the way it is done, and even what kind of aftereffects those who suffer from it experience.

Even if he tried to forget, her superior intelligence wouldn’t allow him.

“The enemy wasn’t a demon god?”

Yoru covered the groins of the embarrassed women and removed their restraints.

Seira and Siriel’s expressions became even darker.

The dregs of the demon. A remnant-like being who has not left his side ever since he returned from the Demon World.

Not only Yoru, but even Siriel and Seira suspected that the culprit of this incident was Scum, but she, like Yura, was also a victim of torture.

“…Say… la?”

“Yura?! Are you awake?”

“This place…what’s going on…”

Yura looked around with dreamy eyes. Because she slept a lot in the morning and was hanging upside down, Yura’s mind was half-asleep even in this chaos.

Seira’s nose became sore as her eyes lost focus. The situation of a friend who has been subjected to terrible torture is terrible, but what is even more terrible is the situation that does not allow any opportunity to comfort her.

“Is it Yura? What about poetry? Where is Siron?!”

“…3rd floor room?”

Yura doesn’t know what it is, but he decided to answer the question first. I haven’t been able to sleep properly lately because of all the debris, so my brain fog is a bonus.

“…If the enemy is not a demon, then who is it?”

Siriel stared at the dregs looking at her blankly. The dregs just make innocent faces, as if they don’t know anything.

“Enemy? If it’s an enemy, it’s on the 3rd floor.”

All three eyes widened at the same time. Aside from the fact that Jukkak’s vocabulary became fluent in a bird that had never seen him before, it was surprising that the place where Yura and Jakkak spoke at the same time did not feel like the energy of poetry.

Thump… Thump… Thump… Thump…

Rather, isn’t the mana wave, which can be said to be the energy of Siron, felt in the library leading to the stairs on the second floor?

“Oh, brother…”

For a moment, a terrible thought comes to mind. In an uncharacteristic way, Siriel covered her mouth and had tears in her eyes.

sacrifice.

The heart of a warrior.

An altar where the dregs of God are hung.

The worst thing she could imagine was too terrible to come out.

“I’ll go first!”

Enough of the ominous imagination. There was no time to hesitate any longer. As Siriel ran away, Yoru, unable to stop her, looked back.

“Wizard! We have to hurry up and chase after him!”

“What is it? Is it true that Siron hasn’t returned yet?”

“No way. Yura, if you know anything, please answer me. What’s happening on the third floor?”

“If this continues, Shiron will die!”

Crackling – the fog in my head was blown away by the wind of anger. Although Seira was surprised to see Yura truly angry, she was able to vaguely understand what had happened.

The crisis of poetics.

Seira double chanted strengthening magic and barrier. This is inevitable because it has not even been verified whether this castle is safe.

It is certain that the enemy is on the third floor.

But what about Siron’s heart? It was still pulsating with great energy on the other side.

There was no safe place in this castle. There was a demon lurking outside, and Yura was an ordinary country girl.

The safest place is by Seira’s side. Yoru nodded and picked up the scraps.

The four followed Siriel and headed to the third floor.

*

I kicked the floor with determination. With each step, the ground digs. The stairs are a mess. The castle vibrates.

The situation was getting worse than Siriel expected. Even before she came to Dawn Castle, the only assumption in her mind was that Siron was safe, but even if she wanted to understand what the situation was, she couldn’t.

One second felt like an hour. I had no idea that the road from the prison to the third floor would feel this long.

I can’t feel my brother’s energy. The energy is felt only in the direction opposite to where Siriel wants to go.

As if to tempt Siriel to come this way, he passionately yells that if you go that way, you won’t be able to meet Siron Prien.

But Siriel did not take a step back. I decided to believe what my colleague said.

A woman named Yura. This is not a woman I like. However, Siriel was able to understand one feeling that a woman named Yura had for Siron Prien.

Those eyes. face. With each hand gesture, there was a clear difference between when there was poetry and when it wasn’t. Feelings of love and devotion. She was not a woman who would tell a lie when her brother’s life was at stake.

‘Oppa… oppa’s smell…!’

As if what Yura had said was true, the more I climbed the floors, the more I could smell my brother’s scent. The smell of an animal is fishy and clammy… yet with a hint of wild body odor!

While I was mulling over the smell, I arrived at the 3rd floor hallway.

There was no thick door at the end that was supposed to be blocked. Dozens of shadows were visible, and Siriel could see a black-haired man among them.

“Oppa!”

Siriel sprinted forward in one step. We arrived at a harsh space. Siriel’s face was filled with astonishment.

The black-haired man was Siron, but he was quite different from the Siron that Siriel knew.

“…Siriel?”

Siron, who was close to his bones, looked back at Siriel. His eyes were puffy and his cheeks were chubby. The pale face showed the image of a sick person who had been deprived of food and drink for several days.

“Oppa! How did this happen!”

Siriel hurriedly hugged Siron and supported him. As I hold his bony hand, a sparkling light comes on. A diamond ring on the ring finger of the left hand…

The ring I wore with a clatter. It was so loose that it seemed like it would fall off at any moment.

“Si… Lee… L…”

Siron muttered helplessly.

Prostate and testicles on the verge of necrosis. No matter how much water I replenished, the amount of moisture gushing out into my lower abdomen was too much.

“Oppa. It’s okay because I came. Rest in peace now.”

An evil plan to end the line of warriors.

Dozens of maids standing on their heads.

In the hell that descended on this world, Siriel smiled through tears. Bead-like tears fell. This is because I could tell what Siron’s condition was just by checking his pulse.

The moment I thought that.

“Miss Siriel, you must follow the order.”

Ophelia, who had stopped doing the handstand, approached. White mucus flowing through the width of the skirt. Siriel, wiping away her tears, raised her head.

“You keep the order?”

“After we’re done, it’s Lady Lucia’s turn.”

“…What?”

“Oh, is it finally my turn?”

My eyes snapped back to the voice I heard. Lucia was walking, taking off her clothes.

“It’s your turn. What do you mean?”

“Siriel?”

“Answer Lucia. Did you also participate in making your brother like this?”

Siriel’s sharp gaze turned to Lucia. Lucia’s red hair stood up.

It seems like something is messed up.

But it’s not too late, Lucia thought. If I explain it well from now on, there is still a chance for a happy ending where Siriel’s misunderstandings will be resolved and Siron will be able to have a threesome with his stepsister and cousin…

“What are you talking about? Of course it’s sex.”

Lucia’s face froze.