Beware of the Brothers - Chapter 10.5

Eugene’s POV

“Who brought Marchioness of Lenoard inside without my permission?”

Deep night, Ernst’s servant were all brought together. It was because the young master who became the Duke of Ernst this spring.

“You know that many people in the mansion have been fired this evening.”

However, the eyes that glanced at the people gathered in front of him were so harsh that they could not be overlooked as young.

“The reason you didn’t belong to those people because I believed you weren’t

those who betrayed Ernst.”

it was time for all his younger siblings to

sleep.

Eugene headed here only after confirming that they had all gone to bed and had a good sleep time.

“I dare ask who opened the door of Ernst

without my permission.”

Some seemed dissatisfied with him who woke them up late at night.

“Is Ernst’s a joke to you?”

But soon, as the cold voices that dug into their eardrums, they were frightened and trembled.

Hah. So far, he realized that he was lucky. And under the protection of his parents,

that he could be a child.

“I’m not going to show mercy to those who have broken the faith anymore.”

But now he had to be a protector to someone, not a protected one.

“Ernst doesn’t need anyone who doesn’t recognize their owner.”

So far, hesitation has remained within him. There were countless times he wanted to run away because of fear, but that’s it for

today.

The calm spring had already ended, and now there was only a harsh winter before him, waiting for him.

The horrible things he’ll do from now on are the same. No matter how hard he try to escape, he rather walk on his own will.

Isn’t that his fate as Ernst?

“Once again, you, me, and all of this, do not let the Ernst down.”

Yeah, now was the time to say goodbye to

his childhood when he was weak.

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“Didn’t you say there was no hobby

in hunting for you?”

The forest was full of the smell of dry soil and the smell of dry grass. Pine cones, which fell from lush trees, were filled beneath their leather shoes and rolled away.

Eugene replied as he looked at the back of Count Scumaha, who was the party lord.

“Yes, my shooting skill is a mess.”

“Yeah, your father wasn’t very good at shooting, too.”

How easy was he think of Eugene, as he show his back in front of him? He wouldn’t have been wary of a boy who would have caught him.

“I heard the words of formality a couple days ago. You’ve done a little bit of shit to your aunt.”

Besides, he had already broken the whole thing with a blatant threat once to her, and his uncle probably thinking about another way now would he?

“But it’s true that your aunt was overeacted.”

He thought it was funny that he think about doing more than that. Eugene

worked on the autumn day when it rained as he recalled.

“Is the wounds on your legs be all better now?”

Before knowing that Count Schumaha was making a crap at Cabel, Eugene was in fact noticing Ernst’s inward and outward discomfort.

He didn’t expect that the people who were there would immediately reveal his inner throat and shamelessly play him.

“It is still hurt.”

“Yeah, your walking looks so uncomfortable even now.”

In fact, his legs were almost completely restored a while ago, but pretending to

be a foot asshole by that work would help in today’s work as well.

Then the gentleness of the lamb’s horns would have influenced their vigilance.

For that, he wondered if he had endured the conspiracy by biting the simplicity of it.

“Eugene, I’m sure that you don’t enjoy hunting, but when you do hunting, accidents of firearms often happen rarely.”

The two of them went deeper and deeper into the forest.

“Yes, be careful when you think of a prey and a person.

“It’s a scary word.”

“Don’t worry.”

“Would I even mistake you for a prey here?”

“Yes, even if accident occured, it’s not for someone experienced like you, but for someone who are not good at hunting, like me.”

Suddenly, a small sound rang in the quiet forest. Count Schumaha reflexively looked back at the familiar sound of the eardrum.

Taang!

Shortly thereafter, the birds sitting on the tree, spread their wings, and flew by the food in response to a burst of ringing ears.

The smell of every bit of ammunition spread out in the clear air.

Bang.

Eugene slowly lowered the muzzle he was aiming forward and stepped toward the person who had fallen on the floor.

“Dang Sook, are you in pain?”

“Ah, ah. God damnit..”

“Uncle, I just paid off my last debt, don’t

overreact on it.”

Red blood flowed from the leg pierced by the bullet. The red liquid wetted with a hunting suit overflowed generously even on dry leaves on the floor where Count Schumaha sat.

Even if Eugene couldn’t think of him

as having a muzzle, It was oyster.

Haha, anyone will.

Who would have known that a boy who only fourteen would relentlessly shoot at a person who was not a small baggage.

He wouldn’t have thought he would have the courage to do that, and perhaps it was because it was Eugene, not anyone

else.

Eugene smiled as he looked at his uncle astonished expression.

“Dang Sook, I don’t enjoy hunting, but…”

Eugene pierced.

“I never miss the prey that I aimed at once.”

The black color was as relentless as the

predator aiming for prey.

“Did you say that the original sword, Ernst,

has a myriad of blood histories?”

“Simply taking over my father’s blood does not deserve me as the head. You said so.”

The boy standing in front of him wasn’t a prim, straight boy who he knew a while ago, and he wouldn’t even have accidentally stepped on a path other than this.

“Then let’s do it. Uncle.”

“Let’s see who survive this mess.”

Eugene, who had completely eliminated the weak points in himself, did not hesitate to fight.

‘Let’s stay apart for a while.’

The next day, with his brothers, taking Hari back to the mansion, Eugene finally decided on what he had been worried about and called his younger siblings.

He tried to find a woman who brought Mrs. Leonard into the mansion and process it last night, but that was not enough.

No one in Ernst could easily believe on,

and having his younger siblings among them would have been more risky than

ever.

Because he has no power, he could not protect his brothers.

Just by being already close, they remained targets for tying Eugene’s hands and feet, and in Ernst they became Eugene’s weaknesses by their presence alone.

So he send away his younger brothers to the most trusted person as of now.

It was ridiculous that it was more reliable than a blood relative to have a complete person who did not mix a drop of Ernst blood, but it was unavoidable.

“Perhaps I will leave it in the future and thank you all for living.”

No…

But the truth may have been all excuses. Maybe he just didn’t want to show them what he was going to do from now on.

He didn’t want his younger siblings to know what he did to do this ugly, dirty, and even terrible thing.

“Isn’t there so much I’m going to imitate the good adults in Ernst, including Dang Sook?”

Since they were still his younger brothers, he thought they might not understand his choice.

Still, it was a whisper from that child who came back to him.

‘Everything is okay.’

‘My brother is doing well.’

The night in despair, like the words that

comforted him and whispered incessantly. Yes, even if we are separated, we are family.

‘Don’t look at me with such eyes.’ He said.

‘So until we have the power to protect ourself, we need to separate for a bit.’

“Even if the adults hear it. As a young boy, a 14-year-old boy, would I have purposely

aimed a gun at Dang Sook?”

Eugene’s courteous voice was so bizarre with what it is now, that it even gave a bizarre feeling.

Count Schumaha, holding his bloody legs and moaning, reached out to the gun that was next to him.

Perhaps, it was enough for a moment to pick up a long barrel and aim it at Eugene.Bang. But he dropped the gun he was holding before he even triggered it.

“I’m not good at shooting and making mistakes right away.”

Count Schumaha grabbed the back of his bloody hand and tried to stop the blood where Eugene had just shoot him again.

“Why did you come into this deep forest with your little nephew? I would never have imagined myself being a prey.”

“The day it rained, If only I was wasting my life, live as a puppet who listens to

you and moan down on the floor.”

“Did you say so? How sad would my younger brothers be if I, like my parents, die like that.”

In the humiliating memory of that day, which still makes him awake, Eugene was a trapped beast, but now the relationship between the hunter and the prey has

changed.

“While you were so afraid of my father in your life, you’d be guilty of seeing me taking over everything.”

Eugene learned to shoot directly from his father, former Duke Ernst.

He couldn’t enjoy hunting within his castle, That’s why he never had a chance to catch a prey.

“You might have even thought that a baby born from a predator would be a cat.”

But, even so, there is no tolerance for the prey that first revealed it to him.

Wasn’t the person in front of him the one whom telling him that it was a truly adult-like way?

“You said I would do it according to Ernst’s law, and now I will respect your word.”

Since there was no one to turn on, he had to stand up with all his strength with these two legs to stand high and defend himself.

“But my patience is not as long as my

father.”

To do this, he will not hesitate to bite those who block his eyes like he did now. So that they can’t reach those people with their dirty hands.

For that, He’s willing to put his body in the mud, he won’t hesitate to soak in it, or to put blood on his hands.

“Anyway this is a simple firearm accident.”

Eugene smiled, feeling the cold wind across his cheeks.

In order to greet the spring to care for his precious people, he would somehow overcome this harsh winter alone.